<?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-8922677</id><updated>2011-12-17T19:14:47.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy days are when you think of me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>512</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-1906873204940924296</id><published>2011-11-28T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T13:54:51.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye-phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1VGyBfoJV4s/TtJtQdb-TII/AAAAAAAABDc/IT9XXukLjV4/s1600/AfL58FHCIAAKWzp.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1VGyBfoJV4s/TtJtQdb-TII/AAAAAAAABDc/IT9XXukLjV4/s400/AfL58FHCIAAKWzp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679722209614908546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I finally got rid of my loyal/durable/long-lasting/drop-also-wont-spoil/heavy-enough-to-be-a-murder-weapon/most wonderful omnia. (: It lasted me exactly 3years without much problems! (not counting the ones I encountered during the last few months. eh phones grow old and haggard and somewhat useless too okay) On the other hand though, if I were to talk about the problems my current eye-phone caused me from the moment I owned it, which was only 2 days btw, I'd have 5 essays worth of words to type. Yes, that's how much trouble she caused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lemme briefly explain. First day, I woke up at bloody 10am(I slept at 3 the previous night!) just so that I could beat the crowd to Sitex fair since it was a Saturday. All the hassle and fussiness, it was already around 11 when we got out of the house. Took the mrt to expo. Drive car waste petrol only, it'd be a bitch to find a parking lot! After all the travelling, changing of trains, we finally reached....to a throng of masses. ._. The crowd was just ultimate madness! I didnt take note of the time, but im approximating the time we reached to be about 12. Eh Sitex opens only at 11, what these people do one?! Camp since 9???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, we were already pretty sure on what to get, so we headed directly there. We wanted to sign up for M1's broadband and mobile. Turns out, we had to QUEUE to register (it was mad long btw). Then after registering, which was basically telling them what we wanted to subscribe for, we were giving a number and again, QUEUE for the service counter. There, what we did was basically give the details, sign the contracts, check the phone and modem and everything else, then we were given yet another number to QUEUE for the cashier. ZOMG. All I've done so far was queue and queue and queue! Majorrrr turnoff please. Plus it was ultra-mad crowded there! Claustrophobic attack yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around an hour and a half later, everything was finally done, phone received, and off we were to lunch. Because I obviously didnt have anything(screen protector, phone casing) yet for the phone, I left it on but kept it inside the box, which was in a bag. Ate lunch ard 130 at this mall- Changi City Point or whatever shitzx I think lol. Cant really remember the name of it. Its just opposite expo mrt. Headed to Changi Airport afterwards to walk and everything, and we discovered a free shuttle bus that goes to AMK! Like shiok only. Gone are the days of squeezing in MRTs! Lol. But the downside's that it comes only every 1.5hrs, and it was around 1hr more to the next bus! So we shopped around there. 1hr passed, bus arrived, we hopped on. Since its gonna be a long journey, I took out my phone to check and play around with it. Aaaaand? I realised it effing hanged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;IT EFFING CRASHED AFTER ONLY 2HRS!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wtshit really lol. Cos M1's service stores for iphones are only limited to the 313 and paragon outlets, I was thinking of going back to amk then going there again, since we're on the bus already. Plus expo's super effing crowded, I have totally no wish to squeeze and everything again! But daddy said expo's nearer and all, and we might be able to save the trip to 313! So we grudgingly got off the comfy aircon bus and headed for busybusy/packed like sardines expo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say I was upset was an understatement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I was totally drained of my energy the moment I stepped out of expo the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) My effing phone crashed after only 2hrs of owning it, and I barely touched it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I had to leave my comfy spacious aircon bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had to effing go back to expo and squeeze again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;THEY FREAKING SAID I COULDNT CHANGE THERE AND HAD TO GO TO 313 INSTEAD AFTER I WENT ALL THE WAY BACK THERE!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See my pain? Sigh. The phone has caused me nothing but trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what? After a long long &lt;b style="font-size: large; "&gt;MRT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; journey back to 313's M1 shop, I had to get a number and QUEUE  to wait for my turn. z. So freaking troublesome! )))))): I can still feel the pain of it even now when I'm thinking of it! Double sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally at 5pm, I got my phone. Lol. Seriouslyyyyyy. So pissed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then nevermind. Because I was previously with Singtel, and I wanted to keep my number, they had to create a temporary number for me to use before my number ports over from Singtel. By the next morning, they sent me a text informing me the port over has been successful and I am now officially under M1. Great, right? I can now use my 3G! The brilliant thing? IT DIDNT FREAKING WORK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OUHEMGEE. PLEASE. ENOUGH. I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE. PHONE, YOU HAVE CAUSED ME NOTHING BUT TROUBLE TROUBLE AND MORE TROUBLE! -RAWRRRRR-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Called M1, and their line was busy. I held on for 40mins before I was put through to someone. Briefly explained my situation to him, gave him all the relevant details, and he put me on hold to check. FOR 10MINS. And the conclusion he came back with? Sorry our system doesnt have any record of your mobile plan/number, and I cant solve your problem right now. We arrange a callback tomorrow morning before 12noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW I FEEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and now, my internet's not working, because the MIOtv is on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-KILL ME PLEASE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guess I'll just go to sleep thinking of ways my day could get any worse then. Oh wait. It &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;worse already. I have to wake up since god-knows-what-time to wait for M1's call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kay bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-1906873204940924296?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/1906873204940924296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=1906873204940924296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1906873204940924296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1906873204940924296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/11/eye-phone.html' title='Eye-phone'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-1VGyBfoJV4s/TtJtQdb-TII/AAAAAAAABDc/IT9XXukLjV4/s72-c/AfL58FHCIAAKWzp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-3421614378978393652</id><published>2011-11-12T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:51:22.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Models Holdings</title><content type='html'>Yes. I'm here to blog about modeling today!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just out today when I was approached by this man, who claimed to be from &lt;a href="http://imodelsholdings.com/"&gt;iModelsHoldings&lt;/a&gt;. At first I thought it was some joke lol. I mean, I can accept it and feel flattered in usual circumstances. Thing is, my face is currently in the worst(recently) condition it can be; with it peeling like a banana and all, and you chose to approach &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;? Wow. Great eyesight huh. You were able to spot my beauty beneath all the peeling skin! Good job. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, back to the point. I think its due to the many scams going around and everything, I can see he was trying quite hard from the beginning to prove he wasn't a scam. But seriously, no matter how much proof they give you, the doubt remains. You think being a model's so easy? Just approach a random girl, praise their beauty, take their particulars, and BAM! They're a full fledged ready-for-work model. Nuh-uh. Makes me think. Has this become a common practice for modeling agencies in Singapore to recruit new blood? I understand that because beauty is an important factor in this line of profession, its the fastest and easiest way, but its also the riskiest way; at least for us, that is. #justsaying (not like I have any brilliant recruitment ideas too anyway. I would've sold them for moolah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think of it, that guy was in the right place at the right time. Lucky ass. Lol. Usually I ignore and walk away, but since I was waiting for my mum who was late, I entertained him a little. (yet again, lucky ass. with my mum there he has a 0.01% chance! -sniggers-) He gave me his namecard and all, which has his particulars. Funny how the extension no.'s 1111 (SOUNDS SO FAKE RIGHT!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, after doing some extensive research on my own at home (#nothingbettertodo), I found out some stuffs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) iModelsHoldings is apparently a real and existing company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) They do have models under them working for the company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) You would be required to pay some hundreds to thousands to get a portfolio made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Portfolio would then be shown to their clients and see which golden fingers pick you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) If there are no golden fingers, continue waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) And keep waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) For the rest of your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha yeah thats about it. About the portfolio stuff, apparently its a &lt;s&gt;must&lt;/s&gt; norm for any aspiring models. Think I was watching some taiwan shows and the models were speaking about it. Personally, I dont really think its worth the money. Of course, if you have big dreams and a craving for attention, by all means, go ahead. You can treat the money spent as an investment of sorts, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an irony. This morning, my intentions for this post was to be about Steven Lim. What a hilariously retarded person hahahaha. (He is forever emphasizing that he owns a modeling agency that houses 2100 models or whatever shitzx, if any of you care enough to know whats the link lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has recently made such a big fool of himself! If he wasn't already one. Apparently he googles himself and enjoys attention, both good and bad, so I'll keep the long story short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaykay(blogger) saw him outside and tweeted about how suay she was and everything. He &lt;s&gt;tried and failed to&lt;/s&gt; insult her, continuously emphasizing the fact that he's a celebrity and whatnot. And that she shouldn't publicly(tweet) insult him. -proceeded with a lengthy tweets which emphasized on his status as a boss and how 'popular' he was. Funniest statement?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I quote:"I m a famous star, who u? u move aside la. You look rather haggard and old now..pls take care. i tot which lao chio aunty comes down drink kopi sia.. serious! i bear no grudges with u.. never offended u.. u like this say me.. shows how good ur heart is...seriously. now u lao chio le."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how he contradicts himself repeatedly? First he say people haggard and old, then he goes on to say she 'lao chio'. At least still got looks right. #epicfail seriously. Lol. Such a bitch trying to type out his tweet also. Had to constantly backspace to accomodate his way of typing... the ur(your).. and u(you).. and most irritating of all.................... .............. yes. If you haven't figured it out, its the dots. hahahaha. Cannot take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He made a police report on some phonecall harrassment. This needs no explanation. It speaks for itself hahahhaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Good evening to bother you" ---&amp;gt; WHATHESHIT IS THIS?! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand though, check out this video below(if you want) after you watch his self made phonecall video lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hpevl5PzHCk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its 2.12am. Gotta run! Nights. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-3421614378978393652?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/3421614378978393652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=3421614378978393652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3421614378978393652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3421614378978393652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-models-holdings.html' title='I Models Holdings'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/hpevl5PzHCk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-4577056391590877426</id><published>2011-11-03T23:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T01:19:40.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweeeen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oN9ZJv7WAVM/TrLEkKuywOI/AAAAAAAABBo/MtoDNG-7IXo/s1600/382639_10150516540774535_651534534_11577625_940422565_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q03_YonnvE/TrK67ezmekI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/01RUohXtA1k/s1600/IMG_6582.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u2ngWGTI1sU/TrK52DpGlaI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Uge1bl8drhQ/s1600/photo%2B3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ALOHA!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the long wait, but I'm back! Nothing much to blog about recently. The biggest event being Halloween last saturday and xm's birthday party on the following sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for Halloween. It's actually a first for me to be celebrating Halloween! Initially planned to ask the clique to go for the event at Night Safari, but it was effing cancelled! Like sad only. Lol. Lucky Edric suggested going sentosa, and thats where our adventure started (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met up first at vivo around 6 to have dinner! For some reason, we ended up at Food Republic. I am so never ever patronising any Food Republic outlets! So effing expensive yet not nice! Prawn mee for 6 bucks, nevermind. But it came out dry and tasteless! I FEEL SO CHEATED OF MY MOOLAH! ): makes me miss the prawn mee behind iras all the more. SIGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waited for everyone to reach and all. By the time we went in it was 8pm already! Pictures shall do the talking from here on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PS: Roll your mouse over the photo and let it stay there to see the pictures in their original quality. It actually makes a whole lot of difference! I insist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dCpdmsQDvTY/TrK5SifXHmI/AAAAAAAAA8g/8uvk19WCIfY/s1600/IMG_6561.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dCpdmsQDvTY/TrK5SifXHmI/AAAAAAAAA8g/8uvk19WCIfY/s400/IMG_6561.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670798608960003682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eric with my accessory of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a bat, and the wings(plastic. got shiny surface)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reflected the flash and came out a pretty purple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(which was its original colour btw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AWESOME. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While waiting for the train, we camwhored! Hehh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u2ngWGTI1sU/TrK52DpGlaI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Uge1bl8drhQ/s1600/photo%2B3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u2ngWGTI1sU/TrK52DpGlaI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Uge1bl8drhQ/s400/photo%2B3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670799219154654626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Couple #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ann &amp;amp; Nicholas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEqpFueu9jA/TrK5UzpxUhI/AAAAAAAAA9E/ZS6qnePZ23E/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670798647926805010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;Couple #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;RC &amp;amp; Eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k6e1ONaoJ3U/TrK51irkUKI/AAAAAAAAA-I/xCj9kQ1Fkpg/s1600/photo%2B2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k6e1ONaoJ3U/TrK51irkUKI/AAAAAAAAA-I/xCj9kQ1Fkpg/s400/photo%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670799210306621602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Group photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(incomplete)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zF700fu2pL4/TrK50gJHosI/AAAAAAAAA98/2H--n7nHG68/s1600/photo%2B1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zF700fu2pL4/TrK50gJHosI/AAAAAAAAA98/2H--n7nHG68/s400/photo%2B1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670799192445395650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Group Photo #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Someone volunteered their services)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qJghpqXNKoE/TrK5zUs2DrI/AAAAAAAAA9k/yWp_9xOVh_k/s1600/IMG_6576.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qJghpqXNKoE/TrK5zUs2DrI/AAAAAAAAA9k/yWp_9xOVh_k/s400/IMG_6576.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670799172194143922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Failed Shot #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FWcH9GrAOrw/TrK5VvHFTPI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/yxQk1K_Tmh0/s1600/IMG_6575.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FWcH9GrAOrw/TrK5VvHFTPI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/yxQk1K_Tmh0/s400/IMG_6575.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670798663887441138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Failed Shot #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQ8NnO-ZMmA/TrK5z6m6RzI/AAAAAAAAA9w/3cF_nHkgnbs/s1600/IMG_6577.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQ8NnO-ZMmA/TrK5z6m6RzI/AAAAAAAAA9w/3cF_nHkgnbs/s400/IMG_6577.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670799182369802034" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The Girls &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x2N_kaWWwFI/TrK5UC73AQI/AAAAAAAAA84/q70TwcBDqJg/s1600/3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x2N_kaWWwFI/TrK5UC73AQI/AAAAAAAAA84/q70TwcBDqJg/s400/3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670798634849337602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Jo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CtHGDxuiykM/TrK5TNdak6I/AAAAAAAAA8s/PD6g72bYRYA/s1600/2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CtHGDxuiykM/TrK5TNdak6I/AAAAAAAAA8s/PD6g72bYRYA/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670798620494566306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were the only 2 who dressed up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(hairbands)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After awhile we finally reached! Alighted and researched while trails to go, and off we were! First sight that greeted me was this effing crazy she-male who had tribal drawings all over his-her face and was dressed up like a shaman. HE-SHE EFFING RAN AT ME SUDDENLY AND SCREAMED IN MY EFFING FACE. OUH-MA-GAWD. How to not scared you tell me! And the worst thing was that this happened right in the beginning, and for the whole night I got branded as "the most scared one"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really felt like some crazy assed monster magnet for the night! Hahah seriously. Out of so many people in our group that went, which is 12 btw, the monsters always seemed to approach me first! The monster below, however, approached me due to something else entirely. Hahaha. Here's how things went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were queueing up for our first trail, and because the line entwines like a snake formation, we were actually in the centre, safe from any monster distraction! I already noticed this monster when he was scaring the people on the outside. PLUS we were on the topic of alex's love life! HAHA. Didnt really give a hoot about him. So there we were, happily talking, and then edric, who was behind me, called me. Naturally, I turned around. This was the sight that greeted me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Her7lJNh8uI/TrK63BaAmvI/AAAAAAAAA-o/fk1t7FMLJNs/s1600/IMG_6578.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Her7lJNh8uI/TrK63BaAmvI/AAAAAAAAA-o/fk1t7FMLJNs/s400/IMG_6578.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670800335245974258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See this effing face in real life and tell me you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;won't be spooked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SERIOUSLY. I GOT THE EFFING SHOCK OF MY LIFE HAHAHAHA. Whattheshit seriously. Just take a look at his eyes. I really hope I effing blinded him hahaha. The worst thing is, you know the reason why he's there? Edric called him in. WHATTHESHIT LOL. He(monster) was actually about to walk off to other parts and scare people already! Then edric waved him in and even made space for him to stand RIGHT behind me so he was literally breathing down my neck. ZZZZZZZZZZ. I wont ever forget this effing face hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_tOC9patAw/TrK63lwxHUI/AAAAAAAAA-0/VzMWJy7uFWA/s1600/IMG_6579.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_tOC9patAw/TrK63lwxHUI/AAAAAAAAA-0/VzMWJy7uFWA/s400/IMG_6579.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670800345005104450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Whatcha lookin' at?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bto4mJl42ao/TrK64vZINpI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Meg5mGaZYFQ/s400/IMG_6580.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670800364770178706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stare what stare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q03_YonnvE/TrK67ezmekI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/01RUohXtA1k/s1600/IMG_6582.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PEM51FUe73I/TrK65itCgVI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/v2Cmt1z0SnY/s1600/IMG_6581.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PEM51FUe73I/TrK65itCgVI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/v2Cmt1z0SnY/s400/IMG_6581.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670800378543898962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was actually one of the monsters walking around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;scaring people. Walk too fast, couldn't capture a decent one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(He's apparently carrying his own leg btw lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Q03_YonnvE/TrK67ezmekI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/01RUohXtA1k/s400/IMG_6582.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670800411857418818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the guards at the entrance of the trail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Looking at his face reminds me of the super funny scene. Hahhahah. There are random people walking around whose job is to scare people (like previous monster), and there are people who guards the trails trying to maintain order. The guy in blue with the mask, is an example of the guards for the trails(sorta like stationmaster, I guess). Now here's the thing. Because they only allow a max of six in a group to go, they have to make the necessary splits in groups. He(guard/monster - the one in above picture) bent down very closely to talk to a girl, and she screamed. HAHAHAHAHHA. He just wanted to ask "how many people do you have", but the girl was so spooked out she refused to listen to a word he said! Plus with the mask, his voice cant really be heard, which is why he bent so closely to talk to the girl. Freaking funny. Hahahha. In the end he gave up and just lifted the bottom half of his mask to ask the question loudly. Lol! Hilarious, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5NcSjFCmMI/TrK9tjom4QI/AAAAAAAAA_s/HDfOPL-Ul98/s1600/IMG_6583.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5NcSjFCmMI/TrK9tjom4QI/AAAAAAAAA_s/HDfOPL-Ul98/s400/IMG_6583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670803471170199810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;Full Group Photo #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LG2-tvlPcU0/TrK_O43aIRI/AAAAAAAABA0/XPoYJAh7-fM/s400/IMG_6620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670805143316734226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Full Group Photo #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Odh2WhtDCE/TrK9xVenJ8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/Rc7wNW2iPM4/s1600/IMG_6604.JPG" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Odh2WhtDCE/TrK9xVenJ8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/Rc7wNW2iPM4/s400/IMG_6604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670803536089655234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J3OsyuJrdfk/TrK9vhznQxI/AAAAAAAABAI/1sZIpHJTOhQ/s1600/IMG_6599.JPG" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J3OsyuJrdfk/TrK9vhznQxI/AAAAAAAABAI/1sZIpHJTOhQ/s400/IMG_6599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670803505039229714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY BAT WINGS GLOWEDDD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F8cSOlJIGJI/TrK9uCIi5vI/AAAAAAAAA_4/M5j-XDe_5fM/s1600/IMG_6590.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F8cSOlJIGJI/TrK9uCIi5vI/AAAAAAAAA_4/M5j-XDe_5fM/s400/IMG_6590.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670803479357220594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edric, Alex &amp;amp; RC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvCufL-xtQo/TrK9xwiD_YI/AAAAAAAABAc/VnNotGfRAFU/s1600/IMG_6619.JPG" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvCufL-xtQo/TrK9xwiD_YI/AAAAAAAABAc/VnNotGfRAFU/s400/IMG_6619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670803543351885186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The Guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Odh2WhtDCE/TrK9xVenJ8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/Rc7wNW2iPM4/s1600/IMG_6604.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dpDLoHPFhb8/TrK_S1repUI/AAAAAAAABBU/vt1XMjs-cMc/s1600/IMG_6624.JPG" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dpDLoHPFhb8/TrK_S1repUI/AAAAAAAABBU/vt1XMjs-cMc/s400/IMG_6624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670805211180868930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cu5GNdZ9wxs/TrK_RbNoCrI/AAAAAAAABBI/xMWBx5kN184/s1600/IMG_6623.JPG" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-rt_xcMkRA/TrK_Q1Juf4I/AAAAAAAABA8/j67ikoOdpxA/s1600/IMG_6622.JPG" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-rt_xcMkRA/TrK_Q1Juf4I/AAAAAAAABA8/j67ikoOdpxA/s400/IMG_6622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670805176679563138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cu5GNdZ9wxs/TrK_RbNoCrI/AAAAAAAABBI/xMWBx5kN184/s400/IMG_6623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670805186896464562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Her7lJNh8uI/TrK63BaAmvI/AAAAAAAAA-o/fk1t7FMLJNs/s1600/IMG_6578.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. That's about it for all. Edric &amp;amp; Jhao headed to powerhouse for halloween round 2, while the rest of us ate supper at the coffeeshop beside! Reached home at like 2plus. MAD TIRED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day was xm's birthday. Got there fairly late. Lost my way too! According to gothere.sg , im supposed to alight and then walk to aloha changi. Problem is, I alighted at some ulu place, without the chalet in sight! =/ walked a little bit more and reached changi village. But still, no sight of aloha changi! So I went to ask these 2 random uncles lol. They gave me the directions, and I embarked on the long tedious process of walking there. Halfway though, when I reached like changi v hotel there, someone honked their car at me! At first I didn't really care, until I realised it was the 2 previous uncles that gave me directions! They said they can drop me off outside, since its actually quite far for me to walk alone. LIKE NICE ONLY AH! hahaha. So yes I hopped on, which I got scolded for by so many people afterwards ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was only a short distance ma! I didnt really think anything would happen, which didnt. Hahaha. And they were really nice people! They even told me to have fun before I alighted lol. And they say drop me outside, but they went all the way in and helped me search for the chalet lo. WHAT A NICE WORLD (: you just need to learn to trust! Hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oN9ZJv7WAVM/TrLEkKuywOI/AAAAAAAABBo/MtoDNG-7IXo/s1600/382639_10150516540774535_651534534_11577625_940422565_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oN9ZJv7WAVM/TrLEkKuywOI/AAAAAAAABBo/MtoDNG-7IXo/s400/382639_10150516540774535_651534534_11577625_940422565_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670811006447829218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Happy birthday xm! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(btw, just looking at the photo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I think I put on weight! :DDDD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dpDLoHPFhb8/TrK_S1repUI/AAAAAAAABBU/vt1XMjs-cMc/s1600/IMG_6624.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay that's all. It's already 1am! Gotta go sleep soon. New policy of sleeping before 2am. Hahaha. Night night! ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-4577056391590877426?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/4577056391590877426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=4577056391590877426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4577056391590877426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4577056391590877426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloweeeen.html' title='Halloweeeen!'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-dCpdmsQDvTY/TrK5SifXHmI/AAAAAAAAA8g/8uvk19WCIfY/s72-c/IMG_6561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-2385779413603849478</id><published>2011-10-22T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T23:47:50.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RXaiAeOP4wc/TqLfu32pxvI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Nmz6zkf-7gY/s1600/Shin-Kushiya-Vivo-City.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to blog about charmaine's 21st! (Which was actually the day before gz's commissioning parade) but she hasnt uploaded any of the photos until now! ): Guess it'd have to wait.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a busy busy October! Went out for dinner on thursday to celebrate his birthday. Headed to &lt;a href="http://www.shinkushiya.com/"&gt;Shin Kushiya&lt;/a&gt;. IT. WAS. AWESOME. Seriously! The skewers are like, heaven. Hahaha. Down side's that its a little pricey. 5 skewers 20bucks already LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RXaiAeOP4wc/TqLfu32pxvI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Nmz6zkf-7gY/s400/Shin-Kushiya-Vivo-City.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666337277545662194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was stolen from the net! We actually didnt take any photos that day lol. But you should really give it a try! Ambience was great too. Great for dates and gatherings! Be sure to ask for seats near the window though, gives a magnificent view of the ocean :D They do have like set meals and everything on the menu too, but you should definitely give the skewers a try (order it as a side to your main). Wasn't sure how much I spent exactly for that day, because guozhi insisted on paying! Birthday treat, so it seems lol. Thanks Tim! You set the precedent. Hahahha. But mine was around 25? A main and 2 skewers! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about that day. I remember tim was sitting right in front of me, and we were somehow on the topic of candice having permed hair. Then tim came to ask me, "You permed your hair? Or is it natural?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM LIKE............ :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. Not that I dont like my hair now, nor do I dislike permed hair. But my hair's been straight all along! Its just that when the length reaches my shoulders it tends to get a little wavy from there on. Doesnt help that I actually braid my hair to sleep every once in a while you see. AND ITS WAVYYYYY! Not curly! Big difference there okayyyy. Must get this straight lol. I emo-d for a while after hearing that okay. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else... hmm. Oh yeah my aunt actually striked 4d today. Like damn zai. She strike 1st prize, 3rd prize and consolation. THREE FREAKING NUMBERS IN A SINGLE DAY! Some more 2 of them hit jackpot. Hahahhaha. Happy only she. Good also la. I felt less guilty winning her money when we were playing mj HAHA. (fyi i won alot ok! :D) Be prepared for an extremely good dinner! Lol. Heng like shit really hahahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So excited for next week! Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have only 2 lessons next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Both my lessons are on the same day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I have only 1 day of school next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Parents are only working monday tuesday next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Big treat from aunt/godmummy on wed! (the strike 4d one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. HALLOWEEN HORRORS! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAYYY! So looking forward to halloween please. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vjn0fyaMil4/TqLlNC4kdPI/AAAAAAAAA8U/8pNCCfRDqhw/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-23%2Bat%2BAM%2B12.04.25.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666343293460706546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;For those who watch vamp diaries,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;THIS IS SO FREAKING FUNNY LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok its a short and useless post, but im gonna leave you with this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tSOSxwEWFA4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EUNHYUKKKKKK AHHHHHHH~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*faints*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okayokay im gone. bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-2385779413603849478?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/2385779413603849478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=2385779413603849478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2385779413603849478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2385779413603849478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/10/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-RXaiAeOP4wc/TqLfu32pxvI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Nmz6zkf-7gY/s72-c/Shin-Kushiya-Vivo-City.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-598618288012874227</id><published>2011-10-16T23:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T01:12:40.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>82/11 Commissioning Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VnztIFVx_Y/TpsPCkmo5BI/AAAAAAAAA78/0FHj-PY_YTM/s1600/293547_10150421999405865_688790864_10392619_1301695637_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;YES. I went for guozhi's commissioning parade yesterday! (Saturday) Quite a fun event. So happy for him! Hahaha. Even sitting at the spectator seats I could feel the exhilaration in the air.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Ann &amp;amp; Eric at Boon Lay MRT. I must admit, &lt;i&gt;I have never EVER sat on an MRT for that long!&lt;/i&gt; I took like an hour to get there. :| Reached early. Took a walk around Jurong Point. First time there in my whole entire life! Walked and shopped for awhile while waiting for them. We were planning to bus there initially, but its seriously too freaking troublesome. Hahahaha. Took a cab instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached SAFTI Military Institute. WOAH. That place is freaking huge! We alighted at the entrance, so we had to walk in abit, then take the internal shuttle bus to where the parade would be held. First thought that flitted through my mind was how much it looked like the downtown chalets. HAHA. Yea yea I know, bad place to compare it to. But with all the numbered buildings and how big the place spanned, you can hardly blame me right! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after a comfortable ride around, we got to the place itself! Now here came my shock for the day. Gz was supposed to pass ann&amp;amp;eric the tickets the night before (they met up for supper while I went for charmaine's birthday-that would be a seperate blog entry). What I didn't know was that he only gave them 2 tickets! Not enough I suppose, cos his relatives and everything also went. Then I was left without tickets, and the people infront were checking. ZOMG. I could literally hear the thunder clouds just zooming across my head! Plus there were one line of people by the side who were refused entry because they didn't have the tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Panic only. Hahaha. Ann told me to just bat my eyelids and tell them I forgot to bring mine, which was exactly what I did. HAHAHAHA. No lah I'm kidding. But I'm not denying that I might have just opened my eyes a little wider than usual LOL. I mean, I'm still a girl afterall, albeit not a very pretty one. Lucky he let us through in the end hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uuZYpEXDrzM/TpsHV8NHpDI/AAAAAAAAA5s/VnhlNl2XV4w/s400/171892_10150090733532144_542267143_6476119_6389075_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664129029868332082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;The Parade Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;(yes yes. I stole this picture from gz. we just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;didnt get to take one on the actual day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The parade was quite normal. We were all busy analyzing the various badges on the random people walking past! Cos there were actually people stationed almost about everywhere, and it was so fascinating to see them salute! Sorry la, its not everyday &lt;s&gt;you&lt;/s&gt; I see people saluting each other right. Hahahaha. (I know those in army do see salutes everyday, thats why I cancelled the you okay!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look who's that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eI3V5UaJa8Y/TpsJVQUQ8rI/AAAAAAAAA60/g3ymu7b2pkw/s400/297135_10150421994830865_688790864_10392586_2070085057_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664131217110397618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;What a small world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;(We were sitting just next to tinghui's parents and brother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;when tinghui was just nice standing right beside gz during&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;the parade! Such a coincidence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And seriously we didnt even know! Hahahah. Eric suddenly nudged me and said that guy looks like tinghui, and we were like, "WHERE GOT?!?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In our face man. Seriously. Hahahahahah. Kay la. Give him credit. He has good eyesight. We only started to see the similarites more AFTER knowing and confirming that they were related lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2CKyM-X7A0/TpsJmuyqMnI/AAAAAAAAA7A/aCzAkmyHwrk/s400/314967_10150421994530865_688790864_10392582_499454486_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664131517348721266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;Contingent Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RoOR7ZsWetk/TpsJmgbn1tI/AAAAAAAAA7I/mzar1XJxk8g/s400/307860_10150421995765865_688790864_10392592_692756894_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664131513494001362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Marching back inside to keep their guns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JggmmEtq4U0/TpsLHGWr3tI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/iBEYF2nAHdM/s400/312150_10150421995885865_688790864_10392593_1763483714_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664133172941283026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;Smiling so happily lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember this scene. Freaking funny. Cos after they came back from putting their guns, parents were supposed to go down and help change their shoulder pads or whatever you call it (you'll see it in the next photo). So we happily ran down to meet him! And he was..... just smiling. LOL. Turns out they weren't supposed to move-technically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;US: HEY HII CONGRATSSSS! :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GZ: :DDDDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;US: :DDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-awkward-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GZ: im not supposed to move actually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TH: aiya you move they also wont know. so chaotic now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GZ: -scans surrounding for awhile- AIYA FUCK IT LA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-moves to give us a hug-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HHAHAHA. i think the situation's quite funny. must be the combination of the mood and facial expressions there hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-svoawzIomFE/TpsLHbY7dFI/AAAAAAAAA7o/uyMsfjFVAC0/s400/299962_10150421996245865_688790864_10392595_1554537866_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664133178587837522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;The proud parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;(neh neh neh! thats the shoulder pad thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zketpy6DOZU/TpsHW7p_7LI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/aeRHFfn4w9I/s400/313851_10150421996665865_688790864_10392599_1098064603_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664129046900894898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;There's a rare sight here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;ERIC SMILED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Its making the headlines yo (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RoOR7ZsWetk/TpsJmgbn1tI/AAAAAAAAA7I/mzar1XJxk8g/s1600/307860_10150421995765865_688790864_10392592_692756894_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rxcuqf2scVk/TpsHfKclWrI/AAAAAAAAA6o/8jwIKznutio/s1600/317420_10150421999125865_688790864_10392616_556250285_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rxcuqf2scVk/TpsHfKclWrI/AAAAAAAAA6o/8jwIKznutio/s400/317420_10150421999125865_688790864_10392616_556250285_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664129188310112946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Another one w tinghui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we had to go back to our seats cos the ceremony wasnt over yet! Before we went back gz gave us angpow! (I tried to find that photo, cos I saw it posted on fb! but I think they deleted it already &amp;gt;: ) At first we were like, WHAT? So random! Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-by0Qm27n4tI/TpsOkpcPQ6I/AAAAAAAAA7w/XXlbzBaD0nE/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-10-17%2Bat%2BAM%2B01.21.59.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664136979110904738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 123px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We only realised this after we went home and gz uploaded the photos! TSK. Think of the people we met and missed....... HAHA. But it would have been fun to salute too! Like fun only hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VnztIFVx_Y/TpsPCkmo5BI/AAAAAAAAA78/0FHj-PY_YTM/s1600/293547_10150421999405865_688790864_10392619_1301695637_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VnztIFVx_Y/TpsPCkmo5BI/AAAAAAAAA78/0FHj-PY_YTM/s400/293547_10150421999405865_688790864_10392619_1301695637_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664137493208425490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What we've all been waiting for! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO HAPPY FOR THEM! They look just absolutely thrilled! Hehhhh. I could just feel the excitement buzzing in the air. After this it marked the end of the parade, and it was a scramble to not lose sight of your friend/family! Sadly, we missed guozhi, so we went in search of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kMBujHaGVjw/TpsHWilpYnI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Npqh8dGQo3U/s400/302610_10150421999545865_688790864_10392621_2129099967_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664129040171754098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;Yunkwang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;(Yile went missing when we found him!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUWQkiKtubI/TpsHWDyzv6I/AAAAAAAAA6I/MmZxu9gAcec/s1600/294821_10150338354288962_555503961_8158257_1592930114_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hUWQkiKtubI/TpsHWDyzv6I/AAAAAAAAA6I/MmZxu9gAcec/s400/294821_10150338354288962_555503961_8158257_1592930114_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664129031905460130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&amp;amp;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw junhong there toooooo! Too bad we didnt get to take a photo. Hahaha. Oh well. I'm pretty sure there were many others we didnt catch too, as proven by the posts I see on fb lol. Kay I spent an hour on this already! Goodbyeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-598618288012874227?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/598618288012874227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=598618288012874227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/598618288012874227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/598618288012874227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/10/8211-commissioning-parade.html' title='82/11 Commissioning Parade'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-uuZYpEXDrzM/TpsHV8NHpDI/AAAAAAAAA5s/VnhlNl2XV4w/s72-c/171892_10150090733532144_542267143_6476119_6389075_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-4014796302594341064</id><published>2011-10-10T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T23:28:22.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till The World Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qzU9OrZlKb8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Till The World Ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ADDICTIVE RIGHT! I spent the whole hour just searching for this song! Heard it when we were at Powerhouse for junhao's birthday the other time. Its been stuck in my mind since then hahaha. Worst thing was I only remembered the &lt;i&gt;Ohohohohohohoh &lt;/i&gt;part. AND I even remembered wrongly and thought it was &lt;i&gt;nanananana&lt;/i&gt; instead. ._. talk about bimbotic. Nevermind. I still got my song in the end; thats all that matters! :DD But somehow everytime I hear this song I get the faint reminder of being deaf due to the club music. Fun though! &lt;s&gt;I feel high with this song&lt;/s&gt; this song makes me feel high! Hehhh. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay long day at school tomorrow. Byebye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-4014796302594341064?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/4014796302594341064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=4014796302594341064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4014796302594341064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4014796302594341064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/10/till-world-ends.html' title='Till The World Ends'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/qzU9OrZlKb8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-8803385939897895149</id><published>2011-10-06T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:56:11.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great legend lost; a great legacy left</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJIai-umI04/To3XwVUKKKI/AAAAAAAAA5k/0mOIx2Y3UV8/s1600/Steve%2BJobs.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJIai-umI04/To3XwVUKKKI/AAAAAAAAA5k/0mOIx2Y3UV8/s400/Steve%2BJobs.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660417532029970594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steve Jobs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24 Feb 1955 - 5 Oct 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, a great man has left. He was a legend, who changed the face of technology; breathing life into dreams, showing us its endless possibilities. He made us realise that dreams do come true. I never really thought I'd feel that deeply for a businessman, but you'd have to agree he made one helluva impact on us; on the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apple and Steve seems to be the hot topic for today. How ironic it is that he passed away at the exact same date the iPhone4s was revealed. Talk has been going on on how 4s meant 'For Steve'. I found it to be such an interesting coincidence. Quite pissed off on how some people have no empathy at all. But nevermind, I'll just silently curse you in my heart HAHA. Nah I'm just kidding. Though you usually piss me off so much already, I'm going to be the one with a bigger heart and forgive you, brat. (Sorry couldn't resist the last part. Just couldn't fully contain my..dislike for you lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I just wanted to say this. Thank you Steve, for making Apple more than just a fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, that marks the end of my tribute to him. Great loss really. We were all saying how iphone5 would be the best of Apple, because that's the last one he ever took part in. Hahah. It's a good time to start dumping Apple shares already. Pixar would probably continue surviving, albeit the drop in stock prices. It'd probably bounce back up soon enough. Oh well. Just sayin', I'd hate to be an Apple employee now lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have nothing much to blog about actually. Don't blame me! I &lt;i&gt;have &lt;/i&gt;been blogging frequently! Hahaha. In fact I type a post every other day you know. It's just that you might/might not have seen it only lol. Reason? It's all quite..unimportant. More towards rants and reflections and stuffs like that, which are meant to be said and forgotten lol. Thats why all those posts are posted and taken down within a few hours I guess haha. The longest one was the one I posted on monday. It stayed published for a whopping 10hrs! LOL. But you probably wouldn't have seen it cos I posted at 12 and took it down the instant I went online the next morning HAHA. So yeahhhhhhh. And hor, to my beloved friends whose blog I read (you probably know who you are), BLOG MORE FREQUENTLY CAN! I have nothing to do when I'm on the comp except for reading your posts! (thats with the exception of the weekends. i have shows to watch online then. WGM, RM, 2D1N, Ao No Exorcist &amp;amp; Fairy Tail ^^) So yes, for the sake of my sanity (go crazy being too bored), update more often okay! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I suddenly remembered. The other day when I was out, I saw a Daniel Yam shop having a clearance sale! Don't know if its at Orchard or 313 or something. Cant rmb. Like cool onlyyyyy! :D I am just ab.so.lute.ly in love with &lt;s&gt;him&lt;/s&gt; the dresses! Hahah. Must remember to get it soon. Hmmmmm. You are so going to put a big hole in my pocket Daniel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life recently has been mundane. School started and all. Not much of a biggie. 3 consecutive days of 830 lessons can be such a &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;chore&lt;/i&gt;. Getting very sick and tired already sigh. I missed my first lecture of the year yesterday, just 2 weeks into school. NOOOOO~ )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-8803385939897895149?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/8803385939897895149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=8803385939897895149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/8803385939897895149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/8803385939897895149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/10/great-legend-lost-great-legacy-left.html' title='A great legend lost; a great legacy left'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-cJIai-umI04/To3XwVUKKKI/AAAAAAAAA5k/0mOIx2Y3UV8/s72-c/Steve%2BJobs.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-8766580678322721185</id><published>2011-09-27T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T00:49:54.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay Pay Pay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VYylMCeeKdY/ToH9pTjJfnI/AAAAAAAAA5c/uKbD4ZWnPXA/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-28%2Bat%2BAM%2B01.00.48.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-747711K7mx4/ToH4ZdbbnXI/AAAAAAAAA5U/S8AJ0CJZ4Dc/s1600/Untitled.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, today's a new day back at school!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't start my day well! All thanks to my best beloved poddy, I slept only at 4plus the night before ): had less than 3hrs of sleep before i dragged my butt out to catch the bus. What i usually do is to check the bus timings before i go down, so i dont wait too long. (jsyk, 74 has a very long interval okay!) When i checked, I realised the next bus was 5 and 7 mins respectively. Time to get my butt outta house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the following, let me show you a picture to better illustrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-747711K7mx4/ToH4ZdbbnXI/AAAAAAAAA5U/S8AJ0CJZ4Dc/s400/Untitled.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657075723234155890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H is obviously Home, and the rest is self explanatory. Oh and that orange thing's a bus, if i didnt make it obvious enough. Forgot to write it down. (Dont criticise my drawing okay! I specially went to dl the paint app and spent half and hour drawing this piece of.... hahahha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I get out, im supposed to turn left to the busstop. But i turned and walked behind, towards the park! Think its because I went there too frequently (twice) recently. Or whatever idk lol. So after walking halfway, I realised my mistake! So i turned back and walked back..... in the direction of the mrt. :c yet again, i realised my mistake halfway but it was too dumb to turn back and walk from home! so instead i walked to mrt then turned in the direction of the busstop, during which, I saw my 74 zoom past me while i was still far away from the busstop. Nothing wrong right. Until I realised the next bus's 2mins awayyyyyyy! Speak of the devil. I turned my head, and saw the next 74 stuck at the mrt traffic light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;RUN DIE ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously! Lucky the traffic lights were in my favor, keep showing red lights. Managed to catch the bus in the end. Couldnt really sleep on the bus. Jerky like hell. Arrived at school w 10mins to spare. Our class this morning was on 5th floor! First time there. As usual, I headed up the escalator at lvl1...... and lvl2...... and lvl3...... and lvl4...... and...... thats it. The friggin escalator doesnt go up to lvl5! !@# early in the morning make me do so much exercises. Climbed the stupid stairs and went in search of my class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came across a door that said Rooftop Garden. Cannot be right. So I turned the other way. Search the whole level and I still dont find my classes! Just then, I saw a bunch of people come out of the lift making a beeline for the door leading to the Rooftop Garden. Turns out my class was at the &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; side of the rooftop garden. WTSHIT. Hahahaha. I mean, its really cool that we have a rooftop garden and all, but you just couldnt state there were rooms beyond that isit. Make me find like crazy. Oh and just a heads up to anyone who has lvl5 lessons, they have a personal socket for each and every one of you under the table! Mad cool! I likeeeee c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While downloading paint, I found this ultra useful mac protector! Its called &lt;a href="http://mackeeper.zeobit.com/buy-now?affid=3033464660"&gt;MacKeeper&lt;/a&gt;.(jsyk, i hyperlinked the word, you can click to find out more) I downloaded the free version and tried it out. Results?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VYylMCeeKdY/ToH9pTjJfnI/AAAAAAAAA5c/uKbD4ZWnPXA/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-09-28%2Bat%2BAM%2B01.00.48.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657081493018214002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. I know these free version things tend to scan everything and come out with a thousand critical issues to scare you into buying their products, but I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; been thinking of getting a anti-virus for very long now! My mac's considerably slower as compared to when i first had it. Itching to do some cleanups, and MacKeeper can do that! HOW AH. I read some reviews and it sounds like a reaaaaally good deal! Dilemma. :c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay that's about all for today. wanted to blog more, but that stupid diagram took up so much of my time! long day tomorrow! 3hrs break. sigh. kay byebye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-8766580678322721185?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/8766580678322721185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=8766580678322721185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/8766580678322721185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/8766580678322721185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/09/pay-pay-pay.html' title='Pay Pay Pay'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-747711K7mx4/ToH4ZdbbnXI/AAAAAAAAA5U/S8AJ0CJZ4Dc/s72-c/Untitled.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-6914892003198780708</id><published>2011-09-25T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:59:36.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>ALOHA!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly, the previous post actually DID appear! Cant really be bothered to go tweak the settings to let it show the supposed 5 latest ones anymore. I'd rather spend the energy typing more and try make this place livelier lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO. Thursday was the official start of my last year of school. Its a happy sad feeling actually. And with that im referring to it being my last year of studies. I think im seriously growing up wayyyyyyy too fast for my liking! )): added responsibilities and added stress. Honestly, I dont see anything good about growing up! Maybe except for the fact that you grow old, get fat, lose hair, stop having fun, get stressed out, gain a few rascals you call kids, spend more money, give more angpows, start paying bills....... and the list goes on. TELL ME. WHATS SO WORTH CELEBRATING?! sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oh and anyway, on a totally random note, &lt;s&gt;I've&lt;/s&gt; my parents booked the chalet for my birthday already. &lt;b&gt;DO NOT&lt;/b&gt; even think of going on a holiday for december(at least for the first 2 weeks). If not, I would personally slaughter you. Look out for my invitation! &amp;lt;: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm lets see what else is nice to talk about. Didn't do much this weekend. OH OH OH OH OH! I cycled today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. FREAKING. EXERCISED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. Ultra mighty pleased with myself can! ((((((((((((: First time I headed to Bishan Park after the renovations were done. Such a pretty place! They even had spots for people to fly a kite. It would be fun, but Marina Barrage seems to be a more appropriate place! I mean, you can have picnic there too right. I mean, imagine when somebody asks you a question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: What did you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B: I went on a picnic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: Oh really! That's nice, where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B: Bishan Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COMPARED TO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: What did you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B: I went on a picnic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: Oh really! That's nice, where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B: Marina Barrage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so maybe it doesnt seem much the way I phrase it, but the tendency for the conversation to continue is lesser for the first one you see. You say Bishan Park, people will just say 'Oh' and stop. When you mention Marina, they'd most probably continue with their personal experiences or whatever. Okayokay. This is turning into a pointless argument lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the topic on hand, yes I exercised! Amazingly though, I dont feel very tired. Granted, my legs were wobbly like shit when I first got home, but that's normal for anyone who rode a bicycle continuously for an hour right! My butt hurts though. The seat's hard like anything ): I have a freaking bruise on my inner thigh! Not like I can go around rubbing it whenever I like right. Hahahaha. The scene would look totally wierd and awkward to anybody else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KAYYY. Think that's enough for the day lol. I lost like shit at mahjong just now. ): Lost my whole drawer of chips($34) plus an additional $40, which adds up to $74. LOL. First time I lose until so jialat. Stupid 7tai. Damn chor. 7tai one person $25.60/$12.80 leh. Expensive like siao. HAHAHA. And daddy went to zi mo 7tai 3 times. ZOMG. suck all my money really lol. kaykay i stop, this post is lengthy enough haha. BYEBYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-6914892003198780708?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/6914892003198780708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=6914892003198780708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6914892003198780708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6914892003198780708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-beginnings_25.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-6356272244901938390</id><published>2011-09-21T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:58:10.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamped!</title><content type='html'>Yes if you cannot already tell, I'm (in the process of) moving back here! ((:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know if its because I haven't touched the htmls for blogger in so long, im feeling a little awkward here. I swear they have never ever given me that much problems! Until now, apparently. For example?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The first blogskin I wanted had major alignment problems, which could be fixed. But the thing was the photos were already deleted like the original background and everything. Soo, nothing I could do about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The second (current) one I downloaded. I didn't have major problems with the whole layout or whatsoever. It was more of whats inside that gave me a splitting headache! If you explored the 9 boxes, which I presume you would have already done so, you'd realise that there's a space for twitter! (which I absolutely LOVE &amp;lt;:) I spent like close to an hour just tweaking the widget itself, changing the color, making sure it appears correctly, linking it to my twitter account and most importantly making sure it actually works properly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. So after I made all the necessary changes, I realised my posts doesnt show! I HAVE NEVER EVER ENCOUNTERED ANY PROBLEMS AS SUCH. Tried playing with the htmls and somehow I made my posts show, but it became part of the background! :| like wtshit seriously HAHA. I was so frustrated yet determined to get it right! Lol. And finally it did show at the right place, but instead of showing the 5 latest posts (in sync w my settings), its currently only showing the latest one! ): i type so much now also dont know whether it will show up or not. Mad lazy to face all the htmls again lol. Maybe when I have the timeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's starting tomorrow! ): im feeling the side effects already. This is horribleeeeee. Gotta buck up! My last year of studies. Im gonna make it a blast! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Treasure the present, and let the future worry for itself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-6356272244901938390?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/6356272244901938390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=6356272244901938390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6356272244901938390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6356272244901938390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/09/revamped.html' title='Revamped!'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-4611138718801076497</id><published>2011-07-19T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T00:20:23.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relocated!</title><content type='html'>I know, there's something wrong with the skin.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultra lazy to the max to do anything about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch me at rayndays.tumblr.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work tomorrow, goodnight! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-4611138718801076497?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/4611138718801076497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=4611138718801076497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4611138718801076497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4611138718801076497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/07/relocated.html' title='Relocated!'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-1496479289664647828</id><published>2011-07-12T15:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T01:28:03.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Employed!</title><content type='html'>YAY! After doing nothing and contributing to the jobless rate for a mth and a half, I'm finally employed! Muahahaha. Happy only. Hehhh :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I just came here for a random rant. Remember I said I dreamt of my long awaited angmoh? (okay only those w twitter will know) The next day, my mum dreamt that she was playing w her grandson, MY SON. HAHAHAHA. Damn random I know. But think of this. You know sometimes you will get this feeling of deja vu? I sincerely believe that I ever dreamt about scenarios like that before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so the morale of the story, I'm psychic, I dream of the future, I'm going to have an angmoh husband and a angmoh baby. HAHAHAHAH. Seriously! Better start being nicer to me now, I'll have nicer dreams about your future lol! =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay enough of rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These few days have been hectic for me. Its hospitals day in day out. Yesterday was worse, there was 2. 8am at SGH, 4pm at KTP. I woke up at freaking 6am. Can you believe it! I still cant lol. I was just about dying while we were at SGH. So freaking tired. Not to mention I have a bad flu. Worse I've ever seen really. Must be because I havent been sick for so long, that's why its so bad now. Sigh. So anyway, met the specialist, did blood test, went home. Can you believe it! Just those 2 things took me 5hrs please. Whatthe. Went back, had a little rest, lunch, then KTP for doctor again. Totally drained when I got home. My flu got worse also. ): So lucky I'm not working now really. I'm feeling so lethargic all day I can't even bring myself to get out of the house. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, as you must have already known, I dyed my hair! Again, yes. Hahaha. It must be yet another record please. I usually like black, but for some crazy reason I took a liking to changing my hair colour lol. Not to mention both times are failures. First time I tried, I bought Liese's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Glossy Brown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; It turned out copper. Then I tried this Organic hair dye, which is supposed to be brown too, but it turned out red. (Okay so maybe I'm not sure about the organic one. Bought it quite a few mths ago and I cant rmb what colour I chose. Not stated on the packaging also. But I'm assuming it's brown, cos that's the colour I usually go for)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;color:#999999;"&gt;Now the funny thing is, when I was in the process of dye-ing(if there's such a word) my hair, I tweeted saying my head's on fire! I mean that figuratively because my whole head was HAWT! Literally. I think it's cos the chemicals are doing its work, trying to seep into my thick head. Yeah. But when people saw it, they assumed I was angry at first. When I said I was dyeing my hair, they assumed it was red (lucky guess). And then, they went on to assume it was a fiery red, because of my statement. HAHAHAHA. The power of words huh. So yeah, I've been getting comments like redhead monster. Things like that. Lol! What the hell lor. It isn't even that red! Hahahah. It's like this dark mahogany red, thats only visible under the sun. Indoors its actually very close to black. (Once again, failed hair dye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal;color:#999999;"&gt;I still have a bottle of Liese's Sweet Pink sitting at home. I got it at the beginning of this year when my aunt gave it to me. SUPER unwilling to try it out because of the name itself HAHA. Later I become some freaky pinky person! Wait one more year, see if i'm willing to try it out lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH OH OH! I did something that I'm very proud of today. Usually, I wouldn't even have cared. But then I thought, it's your birthday. Everyone deserves a little happiness on your birthday right? I know you might not care whether or not I did that, but to me it's a really big step. To put down everything, and be nice, is something that I should, but don't usually do, especially to people I dislike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Being nice to someone you dislike doesn't mean you're fake. It means you're mature enough to tolerate your dislike towards them. - Marcin Mrowca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows? Maybe I'm the one that needs a little kindness in future. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What goes around, always comes around. It'd be good to remember that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-1496479289664647828?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/1496479289664647828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=1496479289664647828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1496479289664647828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1496479289664647828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/07/officially-employed.html' title='Officially Employed!'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-2916873353221666010</id><published>2011-07-06T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T14:52:51.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome or what!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4o8ff2eBXc/ThQEV_1thQI/AAAAAAAAA5M/3jiLMBSRTC4/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-06%2Bat%2BPM%2B02.50.12.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IM EFFING HAPPY HAHAHA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't mind the cussing, but I am just so. absolutely. THRILLED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember I said I was J. K. Rowling in the making? Well, I really was. Hahahah. I started writing like a few pages, and I got the shock of my life when I saw this this morning! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4o8ff2eBXc/ThQEV_1thQI/AAAAAAAAA5M/3jiLMBSRTC4/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-06%2Bat%2BPM%2B02.50.12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626126610453071106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 75px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AWESOME OR WHAT! I'm #55! That's just like flipping maybe 5pages? And you'd see me already hahaha. And my reads jumped from a pathetic 30 to a whopping 170 this morning! Votes from 2 also jumped to 18. What made me the happiest was my comments, which were zero from the start. I got like freaking 20! AND they were all good comments. LIKE WTF. Ultra mad happy now hahahhaa. I even got suggestions to join it in the Watty Awards! :DD Not that I have the intentions to, but wth hahahah. It's just thrilling to know that there are people that think highly enough of me to join the Watty Awards! Kukuku~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially I uploaded the first part. Totally zero comments lor. Emo like siao please. Hahaha. What I didn't realise was I was missing out on my public relations! Lol! I used to think nothing of it. NOW, I realise the importance lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY. I only came here to rant. Going to be late for my appt! Gotta be at the hosp by 4. BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-2916873353221666010?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/2916873353221666010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=2916873353221666010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2916873353221666010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2916873353221666010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/07/awesome-or-what.html' title='Awesome or what!'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-b4o8ff2eBXc/ThQEV_1thQI/AAAAAAAAA5M/3jiLMBSRTC4/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-07-06%2Bat%2BPM%2B02.50.12.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-3757115018222771603</id><published>2011-07-02T02:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T02:47:30.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J. K. Rowling - in the making</title><content type='html'>LET ME SURPRISE YOU!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM ATTEMPTING TO WRITE A BOOK. HAHAHA. Yeh I'm not kidding. Almost done with the prologue already (: I originally added Stephanie Meyer's name into the title too, but I took it out when I stumbled upon her photo while goggling her name trying to find the correct spelling. HAHA. Breaks all images of her really. Plus J. K. Rowling's a better writer in terms of writing. (I feel. She uses more descriptive words as compared to just sparking dazzling and shining) So yep! There's that. If I get good reviews, I might just post it here. Meanwhile, I need names! Can't think of any suitable names ley. I need names for both the guy and the girl, names of guy's parents, and a bunch of random people (friends or whatever HAHA). I was thinking of Emily for the girl. It just strikes a chord with me, for whatever reason. Em! Sounds nice huh. HAHAHHA. Okay sorry I'm just rambling. Quite cool lor. I even have a co-author already LOL. More like my ideas generator. I have a rough idea, she refines it, I add the details in and we created a plot! In the end also I write the whole story lol. Running out of descriptive words here. Sigh. I regret throwing instead of burning my dictionary already. Pfft. Oh well. If you're just itching to ask me why in the world would I do such things? A simple phrase explains it all.&lt;i&gt; Nothing better to do&lt;/i&gt;. HAHAHA! Yeahhhhhhh. When I'm done with the prologue, give me your comments okay. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;- oh if any of you are wondering, i'm not looking to get it published. HAHA. just writing for fun yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was quite alright. I went facial. HAHA. Yeah. I forgot the name of the place, but its opp somerset lol. Some beauty whatever place. EH NOT BAD LEH. I feel lah. Don't know if it's because of the numerous products they put on my face or the treatment was just purely useful, but my face was ultra white when I came out! Like clean and white and.. nice! Hahahha. I am so going back there again, IF they have discounts. So not worth 69bucks loh. The neck massage was ALRIGHT. The package I went for included trimming of eyebrows, but the point was I just trimmed it like less than 4days ago! Lol! I was so shocked when she started plucking my eyebrows. So scared she pluck until become no more HAHA. Oh and she messed up my hair. ): Ultra sad. As you all know (or may not know), my hair's been getting longer... and dryer. The below literally like grass. I lie down somewhere for awhile, my hair gets tangled like crazy! It gets hard to even comb my fingers through please. Hurts like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay that's it for all. Gotta go back to my awesome writing! And I realised I haven't bathed. OMG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time check : 2.56am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-3757115018222771603?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/3757115018222771603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=3757115018222771603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3757115018222771603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3757115018222771603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/07/j-k-rowling-in-making.html' title='J. K. Rowling - in the making'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-7139686032703849730</id><published>2011-06-27T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T02:10:52.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://desmond.yfrog.com/Himg734/scaled.php?tn=0&amp;amp;server=734&amp;amp;filename=rqnj.jpg&amp;amp;xsize=640&amp;amp;ysize=640" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I've been busy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay okay you got me. I was just plain lazy. HAHA! =x But it really &lt;i&gt;has&lt;/i&gt; been a busy weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekdays were quite alright. Being an apparent contribution to the jobless rate in society, there just isn't that much to do at home, except to just lie there and.. sleep? HAHA. Things like that laa. But my sleeping time's gotten worse though! I used to sleep at around 1 when there was school. Now I'm sleeping at 4-5 in the mornings, sometimes 6. Not that I'm complaining, but I am so going to suffer when school reopens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about school. I am so absolutely sick and tired of studying already. ): I know. Before you say anything, don't judge. Especially you army people. Obviously you are thinking along the lines of "you don't know how lucky you are to be able to study" and things like that. I KNOW. It's just, accounts just doesn't appeal to me as much before. Okay let me put it in this way. I lost my sense of direction. Primary school, got secondary school to work towards. Secondary school, got either JC/poly to work towards. Poly, got uni. Uni got what? All along I've been studying and working towards clear cut goals. But beyond uni, I don't know what awaits me, and it scares me, to the depths of my heart. It's just this phobia of uncertainty. When I was attached, it didn't used to bother me as much. At that time it was more of like, "at least got someone to go through things with me", things like that. So ya lo. Now I feel so alone ): I really hate growing up now. I predict a major breakdown the day I graduate from school. Not from the joy of graduation, but from the fear of what the future brings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH WELL. Enough of that. Back to the topic. I'm gonna start on friday then! Friday was such a super clash-y day! HAHA. Eric had his POP at Hendon Camp, nh also had his POP at Pasir Lebar Camp, and we had an IG meetup that evening! So qiao ah! HAHA. It feels like 7th May all over again LOL. (JSYK, 7th got ken's bday party, hk's bday party, gina's rom, polling day) So yeh. I gave a miss on both the POP-s (real sorry! =x) because I just had to be there for the IG meetup! I planned it leh. How can I not go. Hahaha. So yeahhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprise visit from JOSEPH Tan(Mr)! I told him I'm going to call him Joseph from now on just for the fun of it. HAHAHAHAHA. I mean, technically I'm allowed to right! And please, he is so much worse than me okay. Whatever little image of a teacher that I have of him literally shattered to pieces that day. LOL. No kidding! You'd just have to be in his presence to know what I'm talking about. Hahahahah. So yep. Spent the day chatting, gossiping and catching up. I realise my conversations with people these days don't really leave these 2, or rather 3 significant people. WHY. One of them, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; a person of interest, so I don't really blame them for asking. Second one, I don't even know why the hell is that person in my life, really. The last one, well I don't know how to describe. Let's just say I'd rather not have any exchanges with that person as of now (or rather, a month ago).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Saturday was also a clash-y day! I was supposed to meet huishan for some musical or something at MBS, but I couldn't go cos I had a housewarming! I initially told her I had fathers' day family gathering, which turned out to be on sunday instead of sat actually (I rmbed wrongly =x) Lucky got the housewarming to occupy me, if not I'd probably be murdered by huishan HAHA. Housewarming was fun actually. Got to FINALLY see all my cousins who are so busy w uni life! Irritate the little kids, snatch their toys and play.. stuffs like that hahahaha. Oh ya I think some of our clique went out for movie also, which I obviously couldn't join &amp;gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sunday! (That's today actually. But because its currently 215am, its gonna appear as a monday post) I woke up at 1plus, had beehoon for lunch. Watched a little bit of shows, and we left house at 4 to head over to my ahgong house! Fathers' Day gatheringggg. Had buffet, played mahjong, watched my shows. Yeah thats all. AND I FREAKING WON MONEHHHHHHHH HAHAHAH. Like 15 I think. Muahahaha. So proud of myself. I might be starting to accept a 4-leg mahjong already lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://desmond.yfrog.com/Himg734/scaled.php?tn=0&amp;amp;server=734&amp;amp;filename=rqnj.jpg&amp;amp;xsize=640&amp;amp;ysize=640" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://desmond.yfrog.com/Himg734/scaled.php?tn=0&amp;amp;server=734&amp;amp;filename=rqnj.jpg&amp;amp;xsize=640&amp;amp;ysize=640" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 480px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I actually just wanted to haolian my new sunnies. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://desmond.yfrog.com/Himg620/scaled.php?tn=0&amp;amp;server=620&amp;amp;filename=aryhd.jpg&amp;amp;xsize=640&amp;amp;ysize=640" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://desmond.yfrog.com/Himg620/scaled.php?tn=0&amp;amp;server=620&amp;amp;filename=aryhd.jpg&amp;amp;xsize=640&amp;amp;ysize=640" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AWESOME RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Family dinner at Soup Restaurant. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay thats all! Can't believe I spent an hour just typing these rubbish. Started at 130, its already 220! Back to my showww! ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-7139686032703849730?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/7139686032703849730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=7139686032703849730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/7139686032703849730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/7139686032703849730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/06/busy.html' title='Busy!'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-2971627696983891682</id><published>2011-06-18T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T23:03:51.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stayovers ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So yesterday was edric's birthday! Went out to celebrate w him at the exact same place a year ago! Hahah. A few of us met up earlier, hoping to buy his present, but don't know why he met up w us early also. LOL. In the end also cannot buy the present. The whole bunch of us watched X-Men instead. Which I realise, I keep going out these few days, but I didn't really watch any movies! Its more of like just plain shopping, catching up, eating and.. drinking? HAHA. Yeahhhhh. There was still time after the movie, so &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;the guys&lt;/s&gt; edric kelvin and eric went to pool for awhile. the rest of us just sat there and gossiped. LOL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of them all came at 7pm, and we headed to &lt;a href="http://www.taos-restaurant.com/tao.html"&gt;Tao's Restaurant&lt;/a&gt; for our super yummy and fulfilling dinner! Because I obviously didn't take any photos, I would have to steal it from the rest hahahaha =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sBSXXKLhjOM/Tfy1C9aEaLI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Sashi81Hh8U/s1600/259643_10150293670765865_688790864_9321432_4898161_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sBSXXKLhjOM/Tfy1C9aEaLI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Sashi81Hh8U/s400/259643_10150293670765865_688790864_9321432_4898161_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619565497499805874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;It was a (finished) salad actually. Can't remember if its the 3rd or 4th course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;(Total 7 course meal) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;This one got story one hahahhaa. Cos tim had duty, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;but he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;access to internet, so we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;just had to let him see what he was missing out on! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9AQVmLN4-A/Tfy1Cd_ZsaI/AAAAAAAAA48/H30Fg3WqbW8/s1600/259788_10150293723860865_688790864_9321874_1166522_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X9AQVmLN4-A/Tfy1Cd_ZsaI/AAAAAAAAA48/H30Fg3WqbW8/s400/259788_10150293723860865_688790864_9321874_1166522_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619565489066455458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;We asked Edric why his face like that, and he said "Cause I'm sad Tim's not here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;but the food is so good!" HAHA. This was the last course btw. Dessert! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And in case you were all wondering, YES THE FOOD IS FANTABULOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8p9Rpv_KYI/Tfy07-V92SI/AAAAAAAAA40/yXliuPOBHnc/s1600/262647_10150209225498144_676388143_7240909_2394393_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8p9Rpv_KYI/Tfy07-V92SI/AAAAAAAAA40/yXliuPOBHnc/s1600/262647_10150209225498144_676388143_7240909_2394393_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8p9Rpv_KYI/Tfy07-V92SI/AAAAAAAAA40/yXliuPOBHnc/s1600/262647_10150209225498144_676388143_7240909_2394393_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8p9Rpv_KYI/Tfy07-V92SI/AAAAAAAAA40/yXliuPOBHnc/s400/262647_10150209225498144_676388143_7240909_2394393_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619565377491949858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The 4 girls with JH! So xing fu hor HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last photo was just hilarious! HAHAHA. After dinner, we were searching for things to do, and we decided to go to Playland, which was just opposite! Apparently we can play Wii, Xbox, Playstation or whatever there. Like cool ah hahha. But anyway, their consols were unavailable until 1030pm. SIGH. Hahaha, so we just gave up on that place, and decided on Jhong's place instead! :DD He drove to meet us that day, and the moment he gave the okay for his place, we were all vying for the car HAHAHAHAH. Which actually explains this photo really. Cute ah! LOL (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So off we went! Its been AGES, like almost a million years, since we last went to his house! Aww I missed that place! It was forever going there to Wii and mj lol. Plus his parents were currently overseas w his sister, so there's basically no one else left(except his maid)! SO HAPPY. We made all the noise we usually weren't supposed to make hahahhaa. We even had like piano accompaniment loh please. LOL. The guys played mj, the girls and a few more guys played bridge, the rest of the guys went to have a swim in the pool or something. LOL. Okay I'm kidding about the swim thing hahaha. I don't really know what they did, watch tv or something? But I really do wonder if anyone swam in Jhong's pool before! Hahahah. Yeah basically thats it. People left at all kinds of timings during the night. Only me, jo, ann, edric, wk, eric, kelvin, jhong(of course) and gz were left. Went out for breakfast at around 8? I was practically starving I tell you! We went out for supper at around 2am? Ba chor mee of course. But I didn't eat anything then, which explains my absolute hunger in the morning hahha. I was mad tired too! I didn't even know what I was doing during the last few games of bridge hahahah. I'd just play, and stone, then play, and forget what's the trump and partner, and play, and forget, and lose. lol. Got one game, I was absolutely lost on whats going on, trump partner or whatever, I just gave up. Then at the end, I realised I was the partner of the bidder, but I didn't know that until we found the partner card dropped onto the floor beside me HAHAHA. Epic, really. But I was literally brain dead at that time. Sleepy and hungry is never a good combination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate our breakfast, discussed where to go later in the evening, which I decided not to join, booked the movie tickets and chatted for a VERY LONG while. (I was seriously trying to find a good time to insert myself into the conversation and say "let's go!" HAHA. They talked about everything under the sun! Army, movies, dramas.. Totally brain dead from the exhaustion, so I didn't bother joining any convs. Couldn't concentrate anyway. Whatever they said just went in and came right out without being processed first.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time I reached home, bathed and got ready for sleep, it was around 10plus. Slept and got woken up by mummy at 3plus. She asked me if I wanted to head to ahgong house, which I declined to do so. Hahahhaa. Ultra MAD tired! I know I said this like about a million times already, but really. Stayovers usually drain a hell lot out of me, partly also because I refuse to sleep. LOL. So boring to sleep at stayovers, might as well go home and sleep myself. So yeah. Did my stuffs, ate MAMEE cos I was hungryyy and.. I can't rmb what I did but I was using the comp lol. At 6 daddy went out to buy dinner, and I was watching 'Cloudy with a chance of meatballs' on HBO. I watched until nearing to the ending where they were trying to stop the machine, and my eyes were really trying hard to stay open. Gave up watching, and went to sleep. I was so tired I didn't even bother to off my lights! LOL. Slept w the lights on. Woke up at 10pm, and TA-DAA. Here I am! (: I knew I was right to not meet them in the evening. Imagine how tired I'd be! Been going out every other day recently, and it can be really draining I tell you. Lol. Its time to stay at home and enjoy my holidays! Hopefully. I'm going to cut down on my going out-s. Running low on finance anyways. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Time Check: 11.14pm] So that's it! Goodbye for now. I'm going to go watch my animes, and hopefully find more things to do lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-2971627696983891682?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/2971627696983891682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=2971627696983891682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2971627696983891682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2971627696983891682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/06/stayovers.html' title='Stayovers ♥'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-sBSXXKLhjOM/Tfy1C9aEaLI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Sashi81Hh8U/s72-c/259643_10150293670765865_688790864_9321432_4898161_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-3803789652817626689</id><published>2011-06-09T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:41:07.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A three-second memory</title><content type='html'>i know how everyone's been saying i have friggin awful memory and things like that, but i never ever saw that as a problem! until recently, that is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, i wanted to bathe. but my toiletries were in the other toilet, because i came home late yesterday night, and due to circumstances, i couldnt bathe in my usual toilet! so yahhhh. i already have all my clothes needed out and stacked on my bed, but i decided to go take my toiletries from the other toilet first, in case i forgot. so i went, took and placed it back in my usual toilet, and bathed. nothing wrong right. here comes. i finished bathing, and i turn around to grab my towel, only to realise none of my freaking clothes are with me! HAHA. i freaking forgot all about bringing my clothes in! z. obviously too embarassing to ask my family members to take for me, so i tiptoed out to my room, which is around 10 steps away, grabbed my clothing, ran back in, almost falling in the process. (slippery ma) like, how could i have forgotten la! wtshit seriously hahahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if this isnt bad enough, the other day was worse. a few days(or weeks? i dont know. days usually feels like weeks to me lol) back i was bathing, my memory cocked up again. okay so this is usually what i do when i bathe. i first wash my hair, wash my face, then wash my body. top to bottom ma hahha. so back to the point. i went in, started to bathe, wet my hair. next step is to put shampoo right? but what i did was i squeezed body foam onto my hand instead. z. lucky i discovered just before i scrubbed it onto my hair. so i washed it off and tried again. this time im correct. i squeezed shampoo, but i started scrubbing my body instead. ... LIKE WHAT THE HELL LOL. i literally stood there laughing at myself. hahahah seriously! something went wrong in my brain lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i realised its the norm for me to wash my body more than once usually when i bathe. not cause i find myself too dirty or whatever, which i am not. hahaha. its more of because i cant remember if i already did wash my body! so everytime i think im done w my bath and reach for the towel, i suddenly question myself, and i cant remember if i already washed my body, and i decide, heck la, just wash one more time. wont die to be cleaner. so yeah. thats what happens most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now now. i should start eating more of whatever chicken/fish/duck essence already. if it helps my memory. i think next time i sure tio Alzheimer or something. ): I DOWAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-3803789652817626689?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/3803789652817626689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=3803789652817626689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3803789652817626689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3803789652817626689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/06/three-second-memory.html' title='A three-second memory'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-4663495371200418809</id><published>2011-06-07T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:33:20.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Universal Studios</title><content type='html'>OKAY, technically, its currently 12.13am on a tuesday morning. But the fact is, I've only been awake for about 12hours! Went to Universal Studios on Sunday! Came home totally exhausted and drainedddd. Haha. Slept super early ok! Like, 12am. Okay maybe its not that early HAHA. But it is for me okayyy. I usually sleep at like 3am or something. So anyway, this morning(monday) I woke up at like freaking 1pm LOL. Then I nua-ed in bed for another 2hours or so, and daddy came back w my lunch at around 3plus. Ate, slack, stone, it was 7plus! Not hungry still so I didn't join my parents for dinner. And until now.. I am friggin' hungry HAHAHA. But like, wallao! 12.30 le leh. Super lazy to go cook something to eat. For some strange and unexplainable reason, I'm craving KOI! Like, NAOO. Lolol. Told ya, my brain runs on a different frequency.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, so its because of my reluctance to go cook something, and I have ZERO animes to occupy myself with currently, I came here. HAHAHA. Mad lazy to blog la please! I don't really want it to be all words, but it-is-such-a-freaking-&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;chore &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;to upload photos here! One of the main turn-off for bloggers I tell you. I prefer LJ or Tumblr so much more on this! Hahahah. Oh well. I complain so much, it's now 12.41am and I still don't feel like blogging about the day. LOL! =x I'll go dig some food now. If I'm still extremely bored to the max later, I'd probably update (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-4663495371200418809?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/4663495371200418809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=4663495371200418809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4663495371200418809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4663495371200418809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/06/universal-studios.html' title='Universal Studios'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-3887091707858477557</id><published>2011-05-31T19:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:36:55.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know, haven't been blogging much. Hahaha. Life is just.. life! Nothing special or happening for that matter. I'm just here now because I lost in mahjong just now, and my show refuses to load. HAHA. Talk about bad luck. &amp;gt;: Lucky today never play money, if not there goes my GSS! Lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI, Big Bang DS got into a car accident yesterday! =O I was so freaking shocked! Lol. Poor him. Then this morning I woke up, there were new updates on the incidents, the press statement from YG and official police reports etc. So yeah. Was reading thru all those, plus the comments. Intrigued me quite a bit. Just the controversy and everything, you realise there really ARE all kinds of people out there. Hahah why the hell do I suddenly sound so..complicated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-3887091707858477557?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/3887091707858477557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=3887091707858477557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3887091707858477557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3887091707858477557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/05/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-7084276243981122354</id><published>2011-05-22T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:17:07.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://desmond.yfrog.com/Himg620/scaled.php?tn=0&amp;amp;server=620&amp;amp;filename=5u7h.jpg&amp;amp;xsize=640&amp;amp;ysize=640" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ITS THE HOLIDAYS! WHY AM I AT HOME!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://desmond.yfrog.com/Himg620/scaled.php?tn=0&amp;amp;server=620&amp;amp;filename=5u7h.jpg&amp;amp;xsize=640&amp;amp;ysize=640" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 480px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heeeees. :DD in actual fact, i just came here to haolian this. HAHAHA. aye! i mean, its not everyday my mum calls me her dearest and favourite daughter okay! most of the time she's just telling me to clear my stuffs, pack my room, help her do stuffs and most importantly her screaming at me to leave my computer and start eating my food! hahaha. oh how i love my mother, she's one of a kind, that i can assure you &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-7084276243981122354?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/7084276243981122354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=7084276243981122354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/7084276243981122354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/7084276243981122354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/05/holidays.html' title='HOLIDAYS!'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-7757165853711268719</id><published>2011-05-21T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T13:01:01.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Mcelderry</title><content type='html'>i am absolutely totally in love with him! he is just brilliant! he has an AMAZING voice i tell you. ultra suited for singing gospel songs! his voice heals. (: hahaha. at first i noticed him because of the song i previously posted, but when ken said he won the final competition, i dug deeper! and here i am, after spending the whole morning scouring the whole youtube for videos of his competition! hehh. absolutely amazing. there is no other way to describe him, he's just a natural! too bad his record company dropped him. sigh. i would've loved to hear his own songs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but anyway, im just really pissed off about some stuffs. lol. i didnt want to say anything, because obviously im not part of it. okay maybe i am the cause of it. but seriously, woman. friends do have friends. stop being a selfish bitch, as you so lovingly put it. grow up! you immaturity disgusts me seriously. i didnt believe anyone of our age would have such mindsets, that is of course, until i met you. you dont "lose" a friend just because your friend has other friends. friends are not your boyfriends. if you care about your friend to that extent you get jealous over them having other friends, maybe you should ask yourself if you like your friend more than a friend. at least that makes your jealously just a tad more justified. just because your friend is nice, doesnt give you the right to call them names. and fyi, WE ARE NOT DATING. wtf seriously. and being a friend, they dont have the obligation to report their every activity to you. if you have so much time on your hand to get do such ridiculous things like calling your friend "liar bitch" just cos they went out w me instead of you, why dont you complain to your boyf about it? im sure he would have a pretty decent amount of things to say. and stop insinuating snide remarks! unlike you, i have brains, and i do understand your not-very-hidden-hidden-meanings woman. seriously. your immaturity pisses me off. i dont understand why people like you think that way. it amazes me seriously. that i admit my brains arent as developed in that area, which im especially thankful for. URGH. i just feel so sorry for your friend and your boyfriend seriously. you are blessed with them, yet too blind to see. i pray that God enlightens you and clears your eyes. you really need guidance girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-7757165853711268719?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/7757165853711268719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=7757165853711268719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/7757165853711268719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/7757165853711268719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/05/joe-mcelderry.html' title='Joe Mcelderry'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-1504432206348337901</id><published>2011-05-20T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T01:11:41.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance with my father again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4cxpwom53Ng" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;Back when I was a child&lt;br /&gt;Before life removed all the innocence&lt;br /&gt;My father would lift me high&lt;br /&gt;And dance with my mother and me and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin me around till I fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;Then up the stairs he would carry me&lt;br /&gt;And I knew for sure&lt;br /&gt;I was loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could get another chance&lt;br /&gt;Another walk, another dance with him&lt;br /&gt;I’d play a song that would never, ever end&lt;br /&gt;How I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I and my mother would disagree&lt;br /&gt;To get my way I would run from her to him&lt;br /&gt;He’d make me laugh just to comfort me, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Then finally make me do just what my mama said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night when I was asleep&lt;br /&gt;He left a dollar under my sheet&lt;br /&gt;Never dreamed that he&lt;br /&gt;Would be gone from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could steal one final glance&lt;br /&gt;One final step, one final dance with him&lt;br /&gt;I’d play a song that would never, ever end&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’d love, love, love to dance with my father&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’d listen outside her door&lt;br /&gt;And I’d hear her, mama cryin’ for him&lt;br /&gt;I pray for her even more than me&lt;br /&gt;I pray for her even more than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m prayin’ for much too much&lt;br /&gt;But could You send back the only man she loved&lt;br /&gt;I know You don’t do it usually&lt;br /&gt;But Lord, she’s dyin’ to dance with my father again&lt;br /&gt;Every night I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;And this is all I ever dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;old song, i know. but for some reason this song called to me! i was watching this taiwan music competition, and this girl sang this song. it really touched me! i wanted to post the official music video, but its banned. i wanted to post the video of the girl that sang this, but i found this awesome one! so i decided to post this up again, its longer anyway (: for those who wants the video of the girl that made me take note of the song, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bDjknp1xmg8"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. she's awesome too btw! i was really touched &amp;lt;:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIDENOTE: EXAMS ARE OVER! ITS TIME TO PARTAYYYYYY! Woo! suddenly everything seems so perfect, the air smells fresh, the sun's bright, its a brand new day! hehhhh. ((((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-1504432206348337901?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/1504432206348337901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=1504432206348337901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1504432206348337901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1504432206348337901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/05/dance-with-my-father-again.html' title='Dance with my father again'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/4cxpwom53Ng/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-7724128824358379493</id><published>2011-05-10T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T21:05:33.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C2iTz_uyAcw/Tck2NZGG1_I/AAAAAAAAA4I/XWNJLyVhhhQ/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-10%2Bat%2BPM%2B09.02.21.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heh yes im not studying, AGAIN. sigh. wish i could come up with something new, like, "yay i finally finished studying!", or something along those lines. sigh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT ANYWAY, yes im here to share some dirty jokes with you. haha! i just came across this particular one alicia retweeted, and it was ultra funny! (albeit being a dirty one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C2iTz_uyAcw/Tck2NZGG1_I/AAAAAAAAA4I/XWNJLyVhhhQ/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-10%2Bat%2BPM%2B09.02.21.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C2iTz_uyAcw/Tck2NZGG1_I/AAAAAAAAA4I/XWNJLyVhhhQ/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-10%2Bat%2BPM%2B09.02.21.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605070814941992946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 75px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k0A0YsrHREE/Tck2NErAGpI/AAAAAAAAA4A/knmGSaqMPqs/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-10%2Bat%2BPM%2B09.02.06.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k0A0YsrHREE/Tck2NErAGpI/AAAAAAAAA4A/knmGSaqMPqs/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-10%2Bat%2BPM%2B09.02.06.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605070809459595922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 76px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA! *blush* i apologise for any bad images that might have formed in your head whist reading, but i just cant help it! its super funny please. or at least thats what i think. hahhaaa. ok bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-7724128824358379493?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/7724128824358379493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=7724128824358379493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/7724128824358379493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/7724128824358379493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/05/dirty-jokes.html' title='dirty jokes'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-C2iTz_uyAcw/Tck2NZGG1_I/AAAAAAAAA4I/XWNJLyVhhhQ/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-10%2Bat%2BPM%2B09.02.21.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-6971237979003343988</id><published>2011-05-07T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T16:49:02.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIAN-ZI-BUA</title><content type='html'>i just got home from studying outside w serena. SIAN LAH. &amp;gt;: there are alot to memorise, but i cant bring myself to start sigh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everybody's out having parties! &amp;gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's hk's party,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ken's party,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and gina's rom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes you didnt read wrongly. its gina's ROM. no need to hide le la hor, since everyone will soon know lol. seriously. WHY AM I STUCK HERE! &amp;gt;: ultra uber sad okay. &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOODBYE! *sniff sniff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-6971237979003343988?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/6971237979003343988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=6971237979003343988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6971237979003343988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6971237979003343988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/05/sian-zi-bua.html' title='SIAN-ZI-BUA'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-7438517944093032023</id><published>2011-05-06T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T23:42:43.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT STUDYING! &gt;:</title><content type='html'>I AM NOT STUDYING! &amp;gt;:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haven't started since wednesday, the day of ISORG exams. sigh. TOTALLY NO EXAM MOOD LOH. i think i holiday too long already &amp;gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BY THE WAY, it sucks that everyone's so rifled up about tomorrow's voting, and im not gna be part of it! ikr! sigh. like im still some kid. pfft. oh well. another happy thing, MY HAIR IS AWESOMELY FANTASTICALLY LONGGGGGGGGGGGGG~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay im exaggerating. its not THAT long, but its been the longest in the whole of my (soon-to-be) 21 years of life! yippieeee *bounce bounce bounce* you have absolutely no idea how EXHILARATED i was when my mum said my hair was long! hehe. if you didnt know, my hair length's now approximately.. um, its longer than my bra clasp behind, but abit higher than the small of my back. hahahha. im sorry if i made any of you guys uncomfortable with my usage of words, but i really cant find another way to describe the length! im just HEAPS happy that its that long! oh scrap that. heaps happy doesnt even begin the describe what im feeling. lets just say im over the moon ((((: ive always wanted to curl my hair (BIG BIG wavy curls!) because i really think it makes a person look more mature! like some princess. seriously! go think back on all the dramas you watched, the person always has straight hair, and when its at the last episode when they say its 3/5years later kinda thing, the girl almost always has curly hair! just to show some changes, and it really does make them look more mature! haha. so yes! curly hair, here i come! (soon.) a little bit more, when it grows till my waist :DDDDD *excitedddd*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;this just once again proves everything. the more i think, the more i want, the more things go in the opposite direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dont think, dont want, dont do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;just live my life, the way i want it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-7438517944093032023?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/7438517944093032023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=7438517944093032023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/7438517944093032023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/7438517944093032023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-studying.html' title='NOT STUDYING! &gt;:'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-292579862157102655</id><published>2011-05-04T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:38:59.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISORG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;today marks the beginning of the longest/fastest 3 weeks of my life! isorg completed! with.. i dont want to say how much confidence i have in my paper. i usually quite suay one (touchwood). but this is the first time i wrote for a continuous 2hr40mins! paper was 3hrs, and i completed with only 20mins to spare! and there we were, worrying that we wont have enough things to vomit. haha! write until my hands so sore. seriously. i usually grip my hand quite hard, and i realised my nail sunk into my skin for such a prolonged period of time i have a blue-black in my palm the shape of my nail. lol! and the most embarassing thing was that i thought last half hr cannot leave! (since you cant leave for 1st half hr also) so when i finished, i just closed my booklet, and sat there staring at everyone else. got these wierd stares back from the invigilators which i didnt understand why until the head invigilator announced that its the last 10mins, and no one is allowed to leave from then on. WTSHIT. i could have left! no wonder they were kept looking at me! they were anticipating me raising my hands to leave! lol. stupid stupid me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in case you were wondering, i slept in the afternoon after i came home AND im suffering the side effects now. &amp;gt;: MAJOR headache sigh. i know i do get headaches when i sleep when im not supposed to, but hey! it was raining! and i woke up at like 530 this morning loh tsk. i thought the rain and my fatigue was enough to counter my headache! Apparently not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO ANYWAY,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 91px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5VWnsBp74K8/TcFUbi5BYaI/AAAAAAAAA34/8PVO2BdLqu8/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-04%2Bat%2BPM%2B09.03.51.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602852243624780194" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIGH. dont know what to do. at first it was just ken, and i more or less decided not to go already. then hk's popped out! &amp;gt;: my all time best friend! i really dont want to miss it! sigh. and if i go to hk's party, it would seem rude to not drop by for ken's! afterall quite near right. pasir ris and changi (ALL chalets are apparently not that far from each other) BUT EXAMS ARE ON MONDAY. wtshit. SOMEBODY! tell me what to do &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOODBYE! remember to keep praying for me! &amp;lt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-292579862157102655?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/292579862157102655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=292579862157102655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/292579862157102655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/292579862157102655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/05/isorg.html' title='ISORG'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-5VWnsBp74K8/TcFUbi5BYaI/AAAAAAAAA34/8PVO2BdLqu8/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-05-04%2Bat%2BPM%2B09.03.51.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-706745424455629161</id><published>2011-05-01T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T13:27:50.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM</title><content type='html'>I had nothing better to do yesterday, so I tried out new hairstyles and everything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I VIDEOTAPED MYSELF HAHAHA. And no I'm not going to tell you what the contents was, and no I'm not going to give any of you the videos LOL. Beg me, I may consider, in your next life hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point is, aside from the fact that it was EXTREMELY wierd to the max, I found out I have really nice english! When I do speak like, english english, I sound totally un-singaporean. HAHA. Maybe its because of my pronounciation? I have no idea. But I do think I sound not bad LOL. Try videotaping yourselves! Doing whatever. Watch it over and over again, you'll realise alot of things about yourself. For example, I didn't realise my voice was that LOW until now! Maybe because I was speaking softer, hence a lower tone (HEY GOT PEOPLE IN MY HOUSE YOU KNOW! Imagine they ask you "What you doing?", and I say "taping myself". like wtshit?) But I do seriously have a lower tone of voice. Good/bad? IDK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY lunch is here. Exams on wednesday. AT EXPO. Imagine. Our school's in clementi. Pity my friends who live near school hahahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-706745424455629161?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/706745424455629161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=706745424455629161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/706745424455629161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/706745424455629161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/05/random.html' title='RANDOM'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-601410402264721511</id><published>2011-04-29T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T16:33:41.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Data Model</title><content type='html'>WHEN I SEE THE 20PAGE ISORG NOTES I HAVE TO MEMORISE, I FEEL LIKE CRYING T.T&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I took like, 45mins? for a page and a half. sigh. then now its raining like SUPER heavily. take a break! (: revise here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Study of info systems based on the assumption that info systems are socio-tecnical in nature. Although they are social-technical, there is no such model that satisfies all aspects. All problems tend to be bias towards either the technical, cognitive or behavioural aspect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Technical aspect gives rise to Data Model. Emphasizes on best practices, accuracy and technical issues. Main area of focus is computer sciences, management sciences and operational research. Emphasizes on mathematically based models ( approaches design from a purely technical angle )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Objectives of Data Model. (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- analyse all data in organisation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- determine best way to capture, produce and process data&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- determine the most efficent process to produce all the necessary information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Main Characteristics. (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- data centric (centers around data)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- centers around WHAT and HOW data is produced and processed. WHY is left to BPR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- tends to ignore behavioural and cognitive aspects of organisation (existing rules and norms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Role of System Analysts. (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- analyse all data in organisation that is readily available and accessible to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- set new rules and regulations as require&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- incorporate data model into database&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Data Model. (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- highly transparent. not subjected to personal view and bias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- not dependent on users of information systems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- ALWAYS CANNOT REMEMBER THIS POINT! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;WHY recommend DM (4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- urgent need of new IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- low cost and fast development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- problem bears characteristics of technical bias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- prior BPR conducted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;WHEN recommend DM (3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- urgent need of new IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- low budget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- low level of co-operation within employees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Advantages of DM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- fast development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- Tabula Rasa : start from clean slate. no specific starting point. start as soon as possible. higher productivity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- Raison D'etre: design proceeds with minimum involvement from end users&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;BPR: Business Process Re-engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Gets rid of "cow-path" and unwanted processes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;VCR: Value Chain Redesign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Adds value to another process with this process (link all together, adds value to one another)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Example of DM : ERP, attendance taking system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Cognitive aspect: Gives rise to Decision Making Model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;DMM- study of how decision makers percieve and use information to make decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;(socio-psychological aspect)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Behavioural aspect: Gives rise to Transaction cost model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;TCM- study of how economic and social factors are influenced by the long term development and maintenance of information systems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;(economic and sociological aspect)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;4 processes (SCRM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- Search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- Contract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- Regulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- Maintainence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Gives rise to frictions (BOUFAS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- Bounded Rationality (wide range of choices, limited to past experiences and advices from others)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- Opportunism (people may act in the interests of themselves rather than the company)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- Uncertainty (finance, economic, laws, political etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- Frequency (high frequency, higher chance of internalisation, but will give rise to whole new set of problems eg. agency costs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- Asset Specificity (GM&amp;amp;Fisher case)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;- Small Numbers (close to monopolistic market. small increase in price, dont lose customers, high increase in profit. eg. MRT, NETS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Examples of TCM: SCM(supply chain management)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES THATS ALL I STUDIED TILL NOW! ): HELPPPPPPPPPPPPP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-601410402264721511?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/601410402264721511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=601410402264721511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/601410402264721511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/601410402264721511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/04/data-model.html' title='Data Model'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-1991927551214336567</id><published>2011-04-25T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:51:29.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>I lost my water bottle, yet again!&lt;div&gt;First time I lost it, it was in the office&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which explains why I could have found it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, I don't even know where I lost it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is when I wanted to take a drink outta it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nowhere to be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the probability of getting it back is.. &amp;lt;0.1%?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved my waterbottle, but its time to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though it breaks my heart, be happy my waterbottle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss you ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didnt study for the whole weekend! (including friday loh) then on sunday night i was watching teevee, i suddenly realised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. HAVE. A. BLOODY. FREAKING. EXAM. NEXT. WEEK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats where i am now, freaking out. wish i had someone to rant to. my dad's getting annoyed of me already hahahaha. kay bathe study bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOEVER'S OUT THERE! PLEASE PRAY FOR ME! TO HAVE THE STRENGTH TO CARRY ON, TO DO WELL FOR MY EXAMS. AMEN! THANK YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-1991927551214336567?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/1991927551214336567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=1991927551214336567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1991927551214336567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1991927551214336567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/04/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-364815704154606400</id><published>2011-04-22T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:02:20.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effort makes all the difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDJZFh7Y810/TbGYRxqpvlI/AAAAAAAAA3w/IK4GcJLLJdM/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-22%2Bat%2BPM%2B11.03.40.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tSdELZxEnHY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was actually intending to blog about entirely different stuffs, but I chanced on this video! It's amazing actually. Give it a watch, you won't regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something funny: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDJZFh7Y810/TbGYRxqpvlI/AAAAAAAAA3w/IK4GcJLLJdM/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-22%2Bat%2BPM%2B11.03.40.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nDJZFh7Y810/TbGYRxqpvlI/AAAAAAAAA3w/IK4GcJLLJdM/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-22%2Bat%2BPM%2B11.03.40.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598423242955669074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--b1cyZjayDM/TbGYRkZYXHI/AAAAAAAAA3o/CZRbFBQyTkw/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-22%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.57.48.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--b1cyZjayDM/TbGYRkZYXHI/AAAAAAAAA3o/CZRbFBQyTkw/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-22%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.57.48.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598423239393565810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 83px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rlhf0lWFook/TbGYRqdhwGI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Ed374c-oyF4/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-22%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.58.12.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rlhf0lWFook/TbGYRqdhwGI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Ed374c-oyF4/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-04-22%2Bat%2BPM%2B10.58.12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598423241021571170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TSKKKKKK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-364815704154606400?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/364815704154606400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=364815704154606400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/364815704154606400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/364815704154606400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/04/effort-makes-all-difference.html' title='Effort makes all the difference'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/tSdELZxEnHY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-6671149045831654085</id><published>2011-04-22T01:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T02:17:37.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>this is a post, that im going to bitch about food. literally.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I went with Eugene to &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nandos.com.sg/"&gt;Nando's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; at Plaza Singapura to have dinner. After various twists and turns, we arrived at around 8.10. There was such a long queue! But apparently Eugene said its a nice place, so we decided to give it a try. We waited for half an hour to get seated! And obviously in my mind I was thinking along the lines of 'this better be worth the wait'. It wasn't that I was especially hungry or anything, just don't see what's worth waiting for! Guess I gotta give it a try to find out. Since it was quite crowded and everything, we quickly placed our orders!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, I see the attraction. The spices and 'hotness' thing was an ingenious idea! But seriously, nothing pisses me off more than bad service. First, it was so freaking hard just to place my order. Not a single soul in sight! They were all either hiding behind the counter, or God knows where. When I thought I finally got the attention of someone, they just glanced my way, straight into my eye, and walked off to the kitchen I presume. I mean, even if you weren't free to serve, isn't it basic courtesy to at least acknowledge me and maybe go the extra mile and help inform someone else instead of just stalking off making me seem like a fool just frantically waving my hands trying to get the attention of someone who has all the plans to ignore me? Seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a little pissed at that, but when the waitress that took our order came, she seemed fairly friendly. It made me just a little happier! Ordered our food and drinks, and we chatted while waiting for our food to come. 20mins passed, and not even our DRINKS were at our table. It was totally empty! At first I thought since the whole place was quite crowded, maybe they're just too overwhelmed with orders. Then I realised, the table beside us ordered at the same time, and they've not only got all their drinks, but also their food. I was getting a little impatient, 'cause I mean, it was already 9! So we managed to get hold of someone, and asked them to help check on our food. When we said that, she just immediately said "coming la coming." OKAYYYYY. You have superpowers! You don't even need to check with the kitchen to know our food is coming! Let's just leave it at that first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few minutes later, this girl came running out shouting if anyone taken Table 7's order. THAT WAS OUR TABLE. So they freaking lost our order! And the woman before? She's losing her psychic powers I tell you. The girl that ran out screaming about our order went to talk to the manager (i think? she was wearing different uniforms). I literally stared at their exchange partly also 'cause they think we don't know their talking about us when they so obviously kept glancing at our STILL EMPTY table. And when I stared at them, she could actually stare right back at me and SMILE. HELLO! My food's 30mins late and you still can smile? The screaming girl then came to take our orders again when our original waitress that took our order came out saying they have it. Think they misplaced it or something. Obviously by now I was mad hungry, so I told the waitress to ask them to hurry the orders. SHE SAID I TRY. I mean, not that I'm particularly sensitive or whatever, okay maybe I am (hey i was pissed!), but shouldn't she have said OKAY and just get it done? You didn't even have to try so hard if you got things done right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that our food and drinks came fairly quick. And again, their food wasn't all that fantastic. I can see the appeal of the different degrees of hotness and everything, but that's all there is to it. I ate the 1/4 chicken, and it was just normal. the top part was okay, but when I flipped the chicken over, it was burnt. It just looked a little over-roasted on the surface, but when you put it in your mouth, the cancer cells attack you like crazy (FYI, eating burnt stuffs increases your chances of cancer, if you didn't already know). Didn't bother to even complain about that fact. Maybe that's intentional, who knows? God knows how long my food will take to come again if I requested they change it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes the funniest part. After we paid the bill, they gave us this voucher (Complimentary Dessert). No idea if it's a given, or due to their earlier mistake, but that's still not the point! It expires on &lt;b&gt;4th May 2011&lt;/b&gt;. WHATTHEHELL. If you sincerely want people to continue patronising your store, you have to allow us a time period for us to forget whatever bad experience we had and think "it's been a long time, maybe they changed for the better, can give it another try". By time period, I count by months. Apparently our concept of time value is a little different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. That sums up what I've had to say about the restaurant. Not going near that place in the near future. I'd consider giving it a try maybe in the far future, if they can survive that long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about this reminds me about the other place that had fabulous food, but I had the worst eating experience of my life. And I mean literally worst. It's this Swedish food at Arab Street. I was planning on talking about that after this post, but I got too carried away with this one and wrote too much! Haha. I'll talk more about it tomorrow. Now, I gotta sleep. It's 2am! Nights everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-6671149045831654085?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/6671149045831654085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=6671149045831654085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6671149045831654085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6671149045831654085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/04/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-3659567349309627658</id><published>2011-04-17T00:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T00:30:41.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nQY4dIxY1H4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What Are Words - Chris Medina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anywhere you are, I am near&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you go, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you whisper my name, you'll see&lt;br /&gt;How every single promise I keep&lt;br /&gt;Cuz what kind of guy would I be&lt;br /&gt;If I was to leave when you need me most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are words&lt;br /&gt;If you really don't mean them&lt;br /&gt;When you say them&lt;br /&gt;What are words&lt;br /&gt;If they're only for good times&lt;br /&gt;Then their done&lt;br /&gt;When it's love&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you say them out loud, those words&lt;br /&gt;They never go away&lt;br /&gt;They live on, even when we're gone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know an angel was sent&lt;br /&gt;Just from me and now know I'm meant&lt;br /&gt;To be where I am and I'm gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Standing right beside her tonight And I'm gonna be by your side&lt;br /&gt;I would never leave when she needs me most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are words&lt;br /&gt;If you really don't mean them&lt;br /&gt;When you say them&lt;br /&gt;What are words&lt;br /&gt;If they're only for good times&lt;br /&gt;Then their done&lt;br /&gt;When it's love&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you say them out loud, those words&lt;br /&gt;They never go away&lt;br /&gt;They live on, even when we're gone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you are, I am near&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you go, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna be here forever more&lt;br /&gt;Every single promise I keep&lt;br /&gt;Cuz what kind of guy would I be&lt;br /&gt;If I was to leave when you need me most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever keeping my angel close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a damn sad story. for those who didnt already know, listen to the song, and read his story. it'll seriously move you to tears. love the lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray for God's healing powers, to bring the poor couple out of their misery. Spare her the pain and suffering, and let them live their lives as a normal couple. Let them enjoy the little pleasures of life, without having to constantly worry about their health issues. Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-3659567349309627658?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/3659567349309627658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=3659567349309627658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3659567349309627658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3659567349309627658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-are-words.html' title='What Are Words'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/nQY4dIxY1H4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-8866747533731292096</id><published>2011-04-16T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T16:20:37.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GONG CHA</title><content type='html'>i feel fat! and fat like, unhealthy fat.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monday: mos burger &amp;amp; subway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuesday: kfc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wednesday: popeye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday: macs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday: its a long one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lemme elaborate. met up w serena in school to study! we were supposed to meet at 11, but i woke up at 11 ): so sorry! haha. so yea lo. i rushed to pack my bags and everything, took a cab, reached at 1130. we went to makan place to eat. ate jap! then we went np lib to study. it was like, 1230? yeah. study study study, i wanted my skittles! ): i was in a hurry to get out and i forgot to bring it alonggggg! hahah. so we went to get some titbits. so i ate like tonnes of candy and the strawberry yoghurt! brings back memories! i always drank that in tp hahah. awww &amp;lt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, ate all the rubbish food at like 3plus, then went back to study. lib closed at 530, so we went off in search for another place to study! climbed (literally) back to makan place, and we ate waffle ice-cream plus strawberries! HAHA. its not bad leh actually. so hmm. yaa. studied there for about an hour or so, then went back home! reached home at 730, mummy bought subway for me! plus corn soup from mos. such a fulfilling day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then for supper, kelvin came home at around 10 w fillet burger. apparently theres this one-for-one promo, so he went to buy. ate the whole fillet burger! NOW you see why i say i feel unhealthily fat. hahaha. i feel greasyyyyy. yuckk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, theres like gongcha in amk! =O i didnt even ever notice! hahaha. and apparently its been there longer than koi has been. z. dont know what the hell it was doing, hiding from me. hahaha. so going to try it someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is rest day! no studying. tmr continue (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-8866747533731292096?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/8866747533731292096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=8866747533731292096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/8866747533731292096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/8866747533731292096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/04/gong-cha.html' title='GONG CHA'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-6620058618253003642</id><published>2011-04-10T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:38:59.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, words aren't necessary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYKdcT26Rd4/TaF5zsy8JrI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/kRo7fUOVaKc/s1600/SNC00216.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DEAD BEAT &amp;gt;:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive been to school yesterday and today! yesterday's lesson started at 3, ended at 10. today's lesson started at 12, ended at 6. z. so draining to drag myself to school, and in case you havent noticed, on a SATURDAY AND SUNDAY. double sigh. i wanted to blog yesterday, but i was just so tired when i got home! ): uol revision lectures are such a waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, im just absolutely excited and thrilled to be showing these to you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYKdcT26Rd4/TaF5zsy8JrI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/kRo7fUOVaKc/s1600/SNC00216.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYKdcT26Rd4/TaF5zsy8JrI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/kRo7fUOVaKc/s400/SNC00216.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593886141275973298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v_PDI0tyxGM/TaF5zYL-mVI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/hy3VNtNWWUc/s1600/SNC00221.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v_PDI0tyxGM/TaF5zYL-mVI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/hy3VNtNWWUc/s400/SNC00221.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593886135743846738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wa9cWSedTd8/TaF5zE9S5pI/AAAAAAAAA3I/R_RhDHGOuWg/s1600/SNC00222.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wa9cWSedTd8/TaF5zE9S5pI/AAAAAAAAA3I/R_RhDHGOuWg/s400/SNC00222.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593886130581989010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKe9_5W1KE/TaF5ysjrwkI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Q7FpOqcg_mo/s1600/SNC00226.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKe9_5W1KE/TaF5ysjrwkI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Q7FpOqcg_mo/s400/SNC00226.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593886124032115266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i know its just photos of me, BUT IF YOU FREAKING TELL ME YOU CANT SEE ANY DIFFERENCE IM GONNA.. kill myself &amp;gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh. if you didnt already notice, its my hair. haha. im absolutely loving it! :DD ive always thought permed hair makes one look more mature. SEE, IM NOT SO LITTLE ANYMORE RIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[ going out to the hub naoo! continue updating later (: ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-6620058618253003642?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/6620058618253003642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=6620058618253003642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6620058618253003642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6620058618253003642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes-words-arent-necessary.html' title='Sometimes, words aren&apos;t necessary'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-CYKdcT26Rd4/TaF5zsy8JrI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/kRo7fUOVaKc/s72-c/SNC00216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-2521631781728207348</id><published>2011-04-09T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T00:50:26.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO NEMO</title><content type='html'>EXAMS ARE  COMING! seriously. lets recap what i did.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PBF - chapter 1,2,4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ISORG - chapter 1,2,3,4,5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HRM - Individual Pay and Rewards System&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FR - didnt exactly study chapter by chapter, just did all the revision questions. mainly on tax thou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE WHAT THE FREAKING HELL. exams are like, 3weeks away! sigh. im really getting sick of theseeeeeee. tmr school's till 10pm. ): my head for some reason keeps chanting data model. socio-technical system. management science, computer science and operation-something. minimal interaction with people, used when there is low communication within organisation. HDB upgrading case : majority votes yes, minority pays even thou they voted no. Judge case : intermediary taken away, communication breakdown, longer time to deliberate on sentence for criminals. SIM case : can tap card and go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA. random i know. i was just trying to recall all i studied. oh and one thing, i was just trying to pack my bag for tmr, and i realised I LOST MY ISORG STUDY GUIDE LOL WHATTHEHECK! i dont understand how i could have lost it! never ever brought it out of the house, not my room even! and i just cant seem to find it! ): sigh. guess i'll have to make do with the notes. seriously uh. HRM revision was a total waste of time. never give hints one. and most of the time she just keeps going "1, 2, 3, effective communication". LOL seriously. i mean, WE are the ones who're supposed to say the word 'effective communication' after she says 1 2 3, but nobody did that hahah. so she ended up saying it herself for the whole 12hours. doesnt ever drop the 1 2 3 thou. makes me laugh everytime she says that hahaha. i mean, coupled with her british slang and everything. quite a funny sight lol. just her stubborness to continue with the 1 2 3 is more than enough i tell you. a funny lady, nice one at that. her accent wasnt that bad that i had to request for a subtitle. but the contents were like.. !@#$ lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope ISORG will be better tomorrow! wish me luck people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;maybe its because i talked about it so much yesterday, im beginning to feel a little..wierd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-2521631781728207348?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/2521631781728207348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=2521631781728207348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2521631781728207348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2521631781728207348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/04/emo-nemo.html' title='EMO NEMO'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-328175842944676051</id><published>2011-04-06T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:51:04.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth Dividends! :DDDDDD</title><content type='html'>the more i read my previous post, the more i find it so..absurd lol. not exactly the right word, but its just so no point! its like you're trying to tell the whole world, "i dont want to friend you already". z. what are we, 5 year olds? lol. but whatever la huh. if you've read it, good for you. if you didnt, well i dont really care. oh how laughable. lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, HAPPY STUFFS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IVE GOT MONEH! HAHAAHHA. damn happy can. i literally jumped around the whole house yesterday! *JUMP JUMP JUMP* HEHHHH :D can you believe 600 freaking dollars almost flew past me?! ouh. ma. gawd. its even better than striking 4d i tell you! dont even need to pay the initial investment. money literally dropped from the sky. LOL. i know i know. we're getting money now only cos of the gst increase and everything. BUT HEY! at least i get money now right! last time i used to face the gst increase and NOT get money! at least i found out something nice about getting older hahaha. $.$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first day back in school after so long! i feel so so tired ): woke up at 7am for the first time in uh..2mths? haha! yeahhh. lucky im not waking up at 1pm now (i wake up at 10!), if not im so gna miss my 830 lessons! cant wait to get over and done with this year! CHIONG AHH!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-328175842944676051?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/328175842944676051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=328175842944676051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/328175842944676051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/328175842944676051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/04/growth-dividends-dddddd.html' title='Growth Dividends! :DDDDDD'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-2509738542190835018</id><published>2011-03-29T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:44:31.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Singaporean Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gxmp8nwQ43Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was randomly switching channels, and I saw this on national geographic! not this episode, but yeah. hahaha. I ACTUALLY THINK ITS QUITE COOL. okay maybe not for you guys. but obviously with all the hoo-ha with army life and all, it kinda got me curious. oh and i love the song in front with the aiyoyo thing HAHAHA. so cute. LOL. so yeah. and like what the hell. i was watching the video then i realised i saw some people i know inside LOL. what a small worlddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i still did not start on my studies today. anyone, find me out to library! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-2509738542190835018?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/2509738542190835018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=2509738542190835018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2509738542190835018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2509738542190835018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/03/every-singaporean-son.html' title='Every Singaporean Son'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/gxmp8nwQ43Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-559454847828056187</id><published>2011-03-28T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T23:59:32.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I may just have caught a glimpse of the light (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BKncCfqlIsM/TZCpgUZiEtI/AAAAAAAAA24/9VtfsNQv7To/s1600/SNC00183.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I FINALLY LOADED ALL THE OVERDUE PHOTOS FROM MY PHONE! Its gna be an image heavy post! yippieeeeeeee ((:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BKncCfqlIsM/TZCpgUZiEtI/AAAAAAAAA24/9VtfsNQv7To/s1600/SNC00183.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BKncCfqlIsM/TZCpgUZiEtI/AAAAAAAAA24/9VtfsNQv7To/s400/SNC00183.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589153510263493330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS WAS QUITE LONG AGO ACTUALLY! i cant even remember exactly when! a few weeks ago probably. went to thomson plaza w my parents to eat! Hans. apparently they've always gone to Hans. okay maybe not always, but it was the first time there for me! it was so-so i think. we went there for dinner. then they had this set meal, so we ordered that. guess what's the dessert?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2LxZFEY9RLE/TZCpfmYs_BI/AAAAAAAAA2w/llKrGYYqFWk/s1600/SNC00186.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2LxZFEY9RLE/TZCpfmYs_BI/AAAAAAAAA2w/llKrGYYqFWk/s400/SNC00186.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589153497911983122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TA-DAAA! and nope! those arent egg yolks! HAHAH. seriously. i got a shock when i saw those lo. its actually peach. half a peach. and its just like, one lump there! they didnt even bother to cut it into smaller pieces or whatever. fail seriously. hahahha. thats like the first and last time im gna eat Hans. goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJ7wFHVx1lA/TZCpe7_axpI/AAAAAAAAA2o/auimHLz1qCI/s1600/SNC00191.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MJ7wFHVx1lA/TZCpe7_axpI/AAAAAAAAA2o/auimHLz1qCI/s400/SNC00191.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589153486531643026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MY SWEETIE PIE! isnt he just adorable! i can never get enough of him i tell you. HAHA. cant i just kidnap him home ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YxQj69kSATs/TZCpeJzTEdI/AAAAAAAAA2g/5qjffOKGMRM/s1600/SNC00192.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YxQj69kSATs/TZCpeJzTEdI/AAAAAAAAA2g/5qjffOKGMRM/s400/SNC00192.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589153473059033554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was the 1 for $1 promo! the cup's actually empty. hehhh~ =x but at least i remembered the photo! speaking of Yami, my 4 tubs are finished already! HAHAHA. i keep wanting to buy, but circumstances always force me otherwise! that day i was coming home from the library, it was so hot i couldnt take it! so i went to get icecream. i was planning on yami! but i only had one hand ): yami needs both hands to eat, but i had my file to carry so... AND! Andersens was having choco-chip as the flavour of the week! HAHA. how to resist man. so i went for andersens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the second time, i went for dinner at the hub w my parents. after dinner comes dessert! but cannot be i buy yami ask them see me eat right. so we went MOF to sit on sofa and gulp on free water. LOL. but seriously their dessert is FAN-TA-BU-LOUS! i actually always only order that one, but hahaha whatever. its awesomee. so yep! thats why until now, i havent had any yami since i finished the 4 take home tubs! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BS0Wgds0-3o/TZCpdpheYPI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/EzPTwP2s8FM/s1600/SNC00196.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BS0Wgds0-3o/TZCpdpheYPI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/EzPTwP2s8FM/s400/SNC00196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589153464394342642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY TWO BELOVED MOTHERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kkoFZC5sAfI/TZCoFW4M5wI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/BKpt2hfkF78/s1600/SNC00197.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kkoFZC5sAfI/TZCoFW4M5wI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/BKpt2hfkF78/s400/SNC00197.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589151947560904450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_cAXybUTt4/TZCoE_shexI/AAAAAAAAA2I/M9bO7Cuy4eo/s1600/SNC00198.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_cAXybUTt4/TZCoE_shexI/AAAAAAAAA2I/M9bO7Cuy4eo/s400/SNC00198.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589151941337905938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7P3cGjLAcQg/TZCoEZ8kXeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/O8gJ5vLnZPc/s1600/SNC00199.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7P3cGjLAcQg/TZCoEZ8kXeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/O8gJ5vLnZPc/s400/SNC00199.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589151931204656610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was saturday! we went to raffles city to do some shopping and errands. ate at thai express for lunchh. first time to thai express! couldnt say i loved the place. the people there like deaf i tell you. call them to order, very fast. eat finish already, call them to top up water, wait like crazy also nobody come. i literally had to scream across the place to get the attention of someone loh. but the minute you raise the slip asking for bill, they swarm to you like bees. whattheeeee. the food also not that fantastic. pfft. that would be my last-est choice of food ever man. it even ranks behind yoshi. and yoshi is like, together with dinosaurs already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e14-kgAcsNY/TZCoD2ZYFJI/AAAAAAAAA14/RC0F-oeGVKw/s1600/SNC00204.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e14-kgAcsNY/TZCoD2ZYFJI/AAAAAAAAA14/RC0F-oeGVKw/s400/SNC00204.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589151921661809810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we went shopping for alicia's bridesmaid dresses! seriously. when i tried, i didnt think that dress was particularly nice. it looked nice hanging there, but when i wore, it just looked.. hmm it looked okay. but not that special i guess. what a shock when i uploaded this photo! i think it looks more okay in the photo than when i saw it in person. hahaha. amazingly, it looks not bad here! hurrrrrrrr~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_Dy2fv9mtQ/TZCoC0M88CI/AAAAAAAAA1w/TCux2RXO160/s1600/SNC00209.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_Dy2fv9mtQ/TZCoC0M88CI/AAAAAAAAA1w/TCux2RXO160/s400/SNC00209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589151903892959266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUICHENG! hahahaha. this was epic seriously. sadly, its the one and only photo i took for the dares ): i kinda gave up and just focused on enjoying and laughing at people's misery. LOL. but i think i quite suay also. i kept getting chosen ): come to think of it, i think i used quite a lot of wtf-s during the chalet hahahahha. seriously. must be the alcohol man. i used up like my whole year quota of profanities in one night. every small thing also wtf. hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh ya on the taxi back, i had a very funny conversation with this uncle. i hopped on, told him my destination, PREPARE TO SLEEP ALREADY! my eyes were closed loh. then the uncle started to talk to me. first thing out of his mouth, "你现在在读中学啊?" i was mildly offended, so i answered, "没有啦！我读 poly la" then i think think, eh like wrong. HAHAHHAA. so i said, " actually 没有啦。uni uni。我在读 uni" LOL. then he give me the skeptical look, like why the hell am i lying HAHA. seriously uh. i too used to saying poly already. cant even grasp the fact that imma uni student lol. then he told me about his son also went tp, then his gpa was 3.2 then he said, "我儿子也是读 tp。他的 gpa 才 3.2。很烂!" i was like! :| i wasnt that far away from that also. hahahahaha. awkwardddd. then he talked to me ALL the way home man. funny man he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVENT FREAKING STARTED STUDYING YET! this one really wtf. worried. ): horribly. this is like 100%! sigh. IM SERIOUSLY STARTING TMR. CHUL BAI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI, Mir is freaking awesome CUTE. eunhyuk is unbeatable still thou (: hehhhhh~ :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-559454847828056187?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/559454847828056187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=559454847828056187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/559454847828056187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/559454847828056187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-may-just-have-caught-glimpse-of-light.html' title='I may just have caught a glimpse of the light (:'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-BKncCfqlIsM/TZCpgUZiEtI/AAAAAAAAA24/9VtfsNQv7To/s72-c/SNC00183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-5066153273986568312</id><published>2011-03-24T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T23:55:46.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous!</title><content type='html'>This is TOTALLY ridiculous, but heck. It made my day. Hahahah. Stupid self centered holland-v woman. Hope you're happy staying in your precious little over-priced Holland-V then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F12410751"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F12410751" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/radio913/the-married-men-samanthas"&gt;The Married Men - "Samantha's 'Cultured' Call"&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/radio913"&gt;radio913&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F12410651"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F12410651" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/radio913/the-married-men-maddy-from"&gt;The Married Men - "Maddy from Bedok defends the Heartlanders"&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/radio913"&gt;radio913&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Sorry about my background music! ): I dont know how to stop it. Haha. But anyways, click on the title, it should bring you directly to the link (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-5066153273986568312?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/5066153273986568312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=5066153273986568312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5066153273986568312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5066153273986568312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/03/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous!'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-6407325559197654139</id><published>2011-03-22T23:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T17:49:47.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow and steady wins the race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJEDCq1oOZU/TYjD4QAcqYI/AAAAAAAAA1o/2PhEEYpeaWM/s1600/SNC00172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJEDCq1oOZU/TYjD4QAcqYI/AAAAAAAAA1o/2PhEEYpeaWM/s400/SNC00172.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586930708890036610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ob2AnsDX8dE/TYjD4OQbe8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/_LRJw2lGEzg/s1600/SNC00170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ob2AnsDX8dE/TYjD4OQbe8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/_LRJw2lGEzg/s400/SNC00170.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586930708420197314" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HE IS SO FRIGGIN CUTE RIGHT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didnt even know i had this bear-bear loh. my dad one day found him wrapped up in the storeroom. he took it out, unwrapped it, and said:"I give this to yongde (baby cousin) ok?" I WAS LIKE, WHAT?! NOWAY! such a big cute cuddly bear that i only now know existed, and he wanted to give it away?! think again. hahah. so thats how he ended up staying w me. he even has a permanent seat in the most comfortable chair in our house! those sofa roller chair kind. hahaha. dont know why also. i was watching tv in the dining room one day, and bear-bear was on that chair. my dad wanted to sit, and i told him thats bear-bear's chair so he has to take his own. i said that more to irritate my dad actually. hahaha. then somehow since then on it belonged to bear-bear already. till this day! hehhhh. cute hor &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--54pkYsNXKg/TYjD3bx_bvI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/q41CcEPQEsg/s1600/SNC00154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--54pkYsNXKg/TYjD3bx_bvI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/q41CcEPQEsg/s400/SNC00154.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586930694870757106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oXd98tSIk94/TYjD3qwepVI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/HCftU1d0sWY/s1600/SNC00158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oXd98tSIk94/TYjD3qwepVI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/HCftU1d0sWY/s400/SNC00158.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586930698890945874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I DREW THIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--54pkYsNXKg/TYjD3bx_bvI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/q41CcEPQEsg/s1600/SNC00154.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really think i got artistic talents for drawing hearts. ive been doodling hearts on my notes since poly. and occassionally on others such as jo and shar who unfortunately sits beside me hahaha. its not everytime i succeed in stealing their papers long enough to draw also! so yehhh. i still rmb where i drew this loh! in my ISORG notes, during the last lecture haha. it was ultra boring i tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let the mugging begin. i hope i can wake up on time ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-6407325559197654139?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/6407325559197654139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=6407325559197654139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6407325559197654139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6407325559197654139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/03/slow-and-steady-wins-race.html' title='Slow and steady wins the race'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-OJEDCq1oOZU/TYjD4QAcqYI/AAAAAAAAA1o/2PhEEYpeaWM/s72-c/SNC00172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-9067642658547150271</id><published>2011-03-18T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T18:19:24.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Riding Hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://moviecarpet.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/redridinghood1-530x341.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://totallycostumes.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/red_riding_hood_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://totallycostumes.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/red_riding_hood_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 755px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://moviecarpet.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/redridinghood1-530x341.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 530px; height: 341px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/2011210//300.redriding.lc.031011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/2011210//300.redriding.lc.031011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/bg/Thomas+Dekker+Red+Riding+Hood+Premiere+2HGNr2G-ggTl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 594px; height: 383px;" src="http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/bg/Thomas+Dekker+Red+Riding+Hood+Premiere+2HGNr2G-ggTl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IS HE HAWT OR WHAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The show was AWESOME. seriously. i know ive been a crazy werewolf fan and everything, but its still really nice! i mean, you;d have to admit. its an innovative idea. nobody thought of this before haha. one thing though, there were children in the theatre. i know theres nothing that explicit to be categorized as anything more than PG, but it still isnt something i want my 10year old kids to watch! hahaha. ohwell. not my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;DID I MENTION SHE HAS A HOT BODY! im jealous actually ): HAHA. seriously. but her eyes scare me a little. so big! and they're just.. bulging out. lol. and the guy! OHMYYYYYYYY~ okay im stopping here. hehh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;obviously the plot is designed in the way that makes you suspect everyone, and i was so convinced that the grandmother was the wolf! ah dang. i was so close! hahaha. but anyway, even if i tell you now before you watched, you still wouldnt be able to guess who it is. seriously, TOTALLY unpredictable. you should all catch it (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;today i met mummy and daddy for lunch, when i realised it was a public holiday for the kids. vesak day or whatever, seriously i lost track of all these long ago. so anyway, as i was saying, i met them for lunch at hub. i was walking there then i passed these 5 primary school malay kids sitting around the void deck singing. what were they singing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you're sexy and you know it clap your hands (on repeat)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I WAS SO SHOCKED! HAHAHAHA. seriously. eh all boys also okay. like, whatthe! totally stunned. hahahah. okay whatever, gotta fly. bye! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-9067642658547150271?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/9067642658547150271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=9067642658547150271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/9067642658547150271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/9067642658547150271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/03/red-riding-hood.html' title='Red Riding Hood'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-7071261986418011314</id><published>2011-03-10T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:30:27.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yami Yogurt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.onsugar.com/files/2010/08/33/2/827/8271549/274c3b1cfb82ec0c_IMG_5073.preview.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BY A STROKE OF LUCK, I FOUND OUT YAMI YOGURT CAME TO AMK HUB! HAHAHAH!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently they've been here since tuesday! And EVERYDAY they had different promotions. That means I missed out on the past 2 days already loh! ): but nevermind, i managed to snag today's deal. HEHHHH :D you have no idea how proud i am of myself now LOL. Today's deal was a regular cup for $1! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! Even cheaper than the other time when they came to school! It was like 1-for-1 the other time i think, and its $1 per cup now! More than 50% off loh! KIO DIO BO! (i found gold) HAHAHAHA. So yeahhhh. Tomorrow's deal is 2 take home packs for $13.50 i thinkkk. The queue was sooooo long! I queued for 15mins! Unbelievable. but nevermind, its all worth it for my Yami. Goodbye Andersens, Yami wo lai le! :DDDDDD i am so so so happy HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.onsugar.com/files/2010/08/33/2/827/8271549/274c3b1cfb82ec0c_IMG_5073.preview.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.onsugar.com/files/2010/08/33/2/827/8271549/274c3b1cfb82ec0c_IMG_5073.preview.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 367px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3425/3876455097_a01e570d08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3425/3876455097_a01e570d08.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously one look you can tell those photos arent mine. HAHAH. yeh yeh i ripped it off the net. No choice! I finished it before I remembered to take any photos, AGAIN. hahaha. I tried finding back the photo me and amanda took in school for the Yami Yogurt publicity thing, but it isnt there anymore! ): It used to be on their fb page, but they deleted the whole event photos! Sigh. Should've saved it earlier. For memory's sake ma! Hahaha. Yahhhhhh. Love the fruity pebblesss. I am so going to buy like, 10tubs tomorrow HAHAHAHA. Im seriously considering it! Just maybe not 10. 4 sounds like a nice number! :DD Tomorrow! I make sure i take photos! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-7071261986418011314?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/7071261986418011314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=7071261986418011314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/7071261986418011314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/7071261986418011314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/03/yami-yogurt.html' title='Yami Yogurt!'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3425/3876455097_a01e570d08_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-8093150771908406381</id><published>2011-03-09T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T01:37:32.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Information Overload.</title><content type='html'>I AM SO BORED! nothing to do, literally ): so i decided to come here and rant.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know today was just this one big interesting information overload day. Had FR prelims today, so I went to school. Met one of my aunts at the busstop at like, 850? And her reporting time to work was 9am HAHA. She is just so adorable I tell you. Self declare 930 then start work. Hahahah. Sometimes I think I connect better with her than with my mum man, same thinking LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, went to school and had my prelims. Crazy paper. There were 7 questions, out of which we had to do 4. Did the consol question, and couldnt find anymore to do HAHAHA! Fail seriously. Did 3 questions and I was on the verge of dying! Especially the translation question about temporal methods. IT KILLED ME LITERALLY! So I was yawning and thinking which question I should do next and there I saw JAMES KWAN standing right at the door staring at me HAHA OMG! What rotten luck I had man. I was sitting in front near the door and first thing he saw was me yawning and not scribbling furiously. ): SO DEAD for the revision lectures ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished my paper, left about an hour early and I went home! On the bus I overhead these people talking about the FR paper. Apparently JK went to the library to chase and interrogate people as to why they were not taking the prelims. Crazy! And you know how we always wait outside the exam hall for our friends if we left early? He saw those people and went up to ask if they were that confident about the paper. Hahaha. They were saying that JK was marking them for the next revision lecture already. They are so dead man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met my dad at central market for lunch. YONG TAO HU! The best man. Im not a yongtaohu person, so this has got to be the best. Downside is its never ending queue. ): seriously! Its forever that long loh. Literally. So we were there eating, and this cousin(super not close, but i know of his existence) came around to say hi to my dad! So then we were just randomly talking about his age, my other cousins(his siblings) and everything. Then I found out my cousin(that cousin's eldest sister) that I lived with under the same roof for 16years wasnt my cousin! LIKE, OMG. Apparently she was adopted. =|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just the other day my mum let slip that my grandad that passed away was actually cheating on my also dead grandma. Apparently just a week after my grandma passed away, my grandad went to brazenly invite the other woman over. I know my grandparents had a bad relationship with each other since I could remember, but I obviously wasnt inclined to think that way! I always thought it was just something that came with old age, having gotten married at 16, i thought they were just sick of each other or something. What a relevation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just so...so much drama! Its like a crazy family drama lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-8093150771908406381?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/8093150771908406381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=8093150771908406381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/8093150771908406381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/8093150771908406381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/03/information-overload.html' title='Information Overload.'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-812426411787197263</id><published>2011-03-08T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:26:48.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see the light</title><content type='html'>HAHA. okay i officially feel dumb now. i didnt think you really felt that way. obviously it crossed my mind more than once, but you just didnt seem like it. sigh. you make me feel like im the dumbest person alive! which, btw, im feeling right now hahah. BUMMER! i knew that dream meant something! lol. i just didnt expect it to be the one i refused to accept. WHATEVER. usually when i think more, it wouldnt happen. so, i shouldnt think nowwww. (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think im waking up now. or so i hope. about time anyway! hehh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;attachments leads to expectations and expectations leads to disappointments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-812426411787197263?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/812426411787197263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=812426411787197263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/812426411787197263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/812426411787197263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-see-light.html' title='I see the light'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-245651219776036389</id><published>2011-03-07T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T14:59:37.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hq_zV1Es1TE/TXR94o-eNwI/AAAAAAAAA1A/vbQBgDUvfJ0/s1600/168446_10150379318285725_628075724_17253677_5224884_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ive been dreaming so much its not even fun anymore! hahah. i dream like 10 times a day! LOL. okay not literally, but i do dream more than once during the night! and its draining all my energy ): dont know why also.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and the funny thing is, im not even dreaming of day to day matters! the situation in my dreams are more like movie HAHAHA. serious! its like this interesting plot just waiting to unfold. not action, not drama, but just a normal plot. like a movie! lol. and you cannot BELIEVE how many dreams i dream in just a night!  =s didnt even realise until now how much creativity i had in me! HAHAHA. i sleep at 3-4am, wake up at around 10am (marks the end of my first dream), go back to sleep, wake up at 12pm (marks the end of my second dream), go back to sleep and finally wake up at 1pm (marking the end of my last dream). this is just crazy! HAHA. and somehow, my dreams ALWAYS end when im getting to the end of it! ): oh and, dont bother asking me about my dreams. cant remember a single one of them. all i know is i get so excited in my dream cos its getting to the good part, then wake up so disappointed and sweaty! LOL. the downside is i get so drained of all my energy when i wake up! ): the fact that i wake up at 1pm everyday with a splitting headache doesnt exactly help tooooo~ ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hq_zV1Es1TE/TXR94o-eNwI/AAAAAAAAA1A/vbQBgDUvfJ0/s1600/168446_10150379318285725_628075724_17253677_5224884_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hq_zV1Es1TE/TXR94o-eNwI/AAAAAAAAA1A/vbQBgDUvfJ0/s400/168446_10150379318285725_628075724_17253677_5224884_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581224250244478722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JYqDy5pdhg/TXR94QcDirI/AAAAAAAAA04/wyUmtyjRbNA/s1600/168132_10150379317555725_628075724_17253662_8203142_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JYqDy5pdhg/TXR94QcDirI/AAAAAAAAA04/wyUmtyjRbNA/s400/168132_10150379317555725_628075724_17253662_8203142_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581224243657673394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE IS SO FREAKING ADORABLE RIGHT! i know. absolutely ADORED THAT OUTFIT! HAHAHA. i went around pulling that tail of his until one strand fell off LOL! he was so frigging cute in that zebra outfit! we taught him how to say zebra, he said bra. say police car, he said car. say ambulance, he said am-lan. SOOO CUTEEEEE~ you have no idea how many times i got scolded for pulling his tail hahaha. cos when he walked, i'll pull his tail to drag him back, so he cant move. SO ADORABLE! i know i used this word like a thousand times already, but he is just too cute for his own good! makes me want to kidnap him home HAHAH. AWWWW! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-245651219776036389?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/245651219776036389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=245651219776036389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/245651219776036389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/245651219776036389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-hq_zV1Es1TE/TXR94o-eNwI/AAAAAAAAA1A/vbQBgDUvfJ0/s72-c/168446_10150379318285725_628075724_17253677_5224884_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-367521724567505680</id><published>2011-03-05T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T22:58:25.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUMMER! ):</title><content type='html'>OKAY, the trip's cancelled, due to a few complications. dammit! i was so looking forward you know! ): this is so so so so SO ULTRA saddening!! ))))): i was happy for 2 days, then brought back to reality. sian. ):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay so im also depressed, for reasons more than one, which the above scenario is one of them. SIGH. im kinda back to my crossroad in life. so many things to put down, to forget, to leave behind. im reluctant to change, but im sick of it all now. oh the irony of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM OFFICIALLY DEPRESSED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i know it'll all pass, and im going to tell myself its a good thing i didnt do what i was tempted to. but the temptation's so great, i feel like succumbing even when i know i'll regret it all later. HOW? im really really lost ): i gave in to temptations one time too many already, its just so hard to resist. I AM LOST. ): ): ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-367521724567505680?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/367521724567505680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=367521724567505680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/367521724567505680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/367521724567505680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/03/bummer.html' title='BUMMER! ):'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-1947387545821846448</id><published>2011-03-05T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T01:23:25.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ob7mAnVCso4/TXEdABnZ-LI/AAAAAAAAA0w/UXa98AEOEMo/s1600/SNC00087.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;look what i found when i was going through the pictures in my phone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ob7mAnVCso4/TXEdABnZ-LI/AAAAAAAAA0w/UXa98AEOEMo/s1600/SNC00087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ob7mAnVCso4/TXEdABnZ-LI/AAAAAAAAA0w/UXa98AEOEMo/s320/SNC00087.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580273299559676082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THEY HAVE HAIR! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ArDdNQr8n2M/TXEc_8VdgkI/AAAAAAAAA0o/FVpGTyKJhT8/s1600/SNC00092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ArDdNQr8n2M/TXEc_8VdgkI/AAAAAAAAA0o/FVpGTyKJhT8/s320/SNC00092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580273298142233154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY TRUSTED &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;HELLO KITTY&lt;/span&gt; RULER OF 10YEARS SINCE MY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PRIMARY SCHOOL DAYS BROKE! )))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qtqDz2Nbu0/TXEc_gasuvI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aqM13HFoN3U/s1600/SNC00094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0qtqDz2Nbu0/TXEc_gasuvI/AAAAAAAAA0g/aqM13HFoN3U/s320/SNC00094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580273290648009458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yapp. that's about it. today was a boring dayy. went out in the evening to send aunty wendy off! she's going back to france already. too bad im not passing by france. the LV's like super cheeeap! HAHA. and Gucci is forever on sale there ): i mean, no money buy also can see right! HAHAHA. relish in the present =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO APPARENTLY, it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; summer when im going over. ): luckily their summer's still aircon temp! hehhh. WHEEE~ i am so friggin excited. not doing much for the fact that i still have to get past exams first! ): it feels like secondary school all over again! both for the right and wrong reasons sigh. how i hope, how i hope. actually i dont know what i hope HAHA. but thats what makes it frustrating you seeee. SIGHH. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KAY! nothing much. i found a website to watch vamp diaries btw. ITS AWESOME, and im being nice by sharing it with whoever doesnt have it. i bet no one, but anyways, &lt;a href="http://watchvampirediariesonline.com/"&gt;here it is&lt;/a&gt;. haha. theres like a thousand links to both download and stream online! thats what makes up the awesome part hahaha. you're welcome! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its 1.24am! 3 more hours to bedtime. what am i going to do with this stupid sleeping pattern! ): so hard to shift back lohhh )))): sadd. im just going to search for things to do while waiting for myself to be tired. BYE! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-1947387545821846448?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/1947387545821846448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=1947387545821846448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1947387545821846448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1947387545821846448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/03/look-what-i-found-when-i-was-going.html' title=''/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-ob7mAnVCso4/TXEdABnZ-LI/AAAAAAAAA0w/UXa98AEOEMo/s72-c/SNC00087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-6733890720924222859</id><published>2011-03-04T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T00:26:50.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnomeo and Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.poptower.com/pic-43807/gnomeo-and-juliet.jpg?d=600"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.disneydreaming.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Gnomeo-And-Juliet-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onlinemovieshut.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/gnomeo-and-juliet-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 733px;" src="http://www.onlinemovieshut.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/gnomeo-and-juliet-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was ultra hilarious! Hahah. Seriously! Catch it! The frog was my personal favorite. Rabbits were adorable, not to mention that dog-mushroom! OMG! hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebgossip.us/wp-content/uploads/mvbthumbs/img_17038_gnomeo-juliet-whats-in-a-gnome-featurette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://celebgossip.us/wp-content/uploads/mvbthumbs/img_17038_gnomeo-juliet-whats-in-a-gnome-featurette.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.sheknows.com/articles/2011/02/gnomeo-and-juliet-flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.sheknows.com/articles/2011/02/gnomeo-and-juliet-flower.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.poptower.com/pic-43807/gnomeo-and-juliet.jpg?d=600"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.poptower.com/pic-43807/gnomeo-and-juliet.jpg?d=600" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 324px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.poptower.com/pic-43808/gnomeo-and-juliet.jpg?d=600"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.poptower.com/pic-43808/gnomeo-and-juliet.jpg?d=600" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 324px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AREN'T THEY JUST ADORABLE! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(their ears twitch like scissors!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay thats about all. there are just tonnes of pictures i found online! hahaha, but i dont want to bombard you all with it, especially since it wouldn't mean anything to you cos you havent watched it. all in all, its worth a watch and laugh! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! i found out something today. turns out im not going to germany at all! HAHA. im going on a tour of east europe! Czech Republic, Austria and Poland! hehhh. so happy its going to be cold! more like aircon temp actually, but still! I GET TO USE MY PRETTY USELESS FURRY HAT HAHAHA. its just sitting there and rotting lo. PLUS its white! ): hope it stays at least a milky colour LOL. i dont know how to wash things with fur! =x (not that i usually do wash things hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive been trying to watch vampire diaries for so long already! ): i used to watch at pptv, but the website's giving me problems! sigh. those of you that do watch, tell me where to stream from okay! or better, you can pass me the file if you downloaded it. i'll love you loads! hahaha. im currently suffering from a lack of things to do (except studying!). hehe. kay i'll be gone. BYEEEE~ (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-6733890720924222859?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/6733890720924222859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=6733890720924222859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6733890720924222859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6733890720924222859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/03/gnomeo-and-juliet.html' title='Gnomeo and Juliet'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-6251929085590345301</id><published>2011-03-03T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T00:53:54.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fresh new start</title><content type='html'>YAY! I finally changed my blogskin! hehhh. i know i was looking at another one, but turns out it was complicated to do! ): i needed a pop-up cbox, the alignment was off so i needed to tweak, one of the pictures was missing so theres actually no way i can fix that skin. hahaha. the links are like so troublesome to do! so i'm gna ignore it. yup! hehh =x JSYK, there's a secret compartment! have fun searching for it. (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TODAY WAS A BORING DAY WHICH ENDED WITH EXCITEMENT! HAHA :D met up with eugene at 7, had ichiban for dinner. i so wanted to take photos of the food! BUT! i was too hungry HAHA. =x we gobbled up the food in like half an hour! im also proud to announce that i ate so much! :DD after that we went MOF for dessert, again forgetting the photos ): walked around a little bit and it was time for movie! I am Number 4! IT WAS NICE! the nicest one ive seen in, i dont know the recent ones? hahah. OHOH! i saw this trailer for Red Riding Hood. I THOUGHT IT WAS HARRY POTTER! so alike! hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, here's the thing that made me the happiest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*DRUMROLLLLL*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;GOING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;EUROPE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA YES! YOU HEARD ME RIGHT! EUROPE! SO HAPPYYYYYYY! SPONSORED TOO! i mean its not yet confirmed, keeping my fingers crossed. WHEEEEEEE~ mad happy! heaps happy! very extremely happy! hahaha. so EGGCITED! *BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE* 2 weeks in Germany! *SPIN SPIN SPIN*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forgive me if my excited caps hurt your eyes hahaaha. but i am just so happy! FINGERS CROSSED! =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay thats it. im gonna go bang the wall in happiness already HAHAHA. spare you the misery of reading my spam. GOODBYE! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;im a happy happy girl! :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-6251929085590345301?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/6251929085590345301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=6251929085590345301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6251929085590345301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6251929085590345301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/03/fresh-new-start.html' title='A fresh new start'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-6629340172908177618</id><published>2011-03-01T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:12:54.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SKIN!</title><content type='html'>I'M ACTUALLY CURRENTLY IN LOVE WITH &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=359896&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;THIS &lt;/a&gt;SKIN!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but because of this stupid but adorably pink computer, im having troubles loading the codes. ): i need a windows software to open it! RAWRR. guess i'll just have to wait thennn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh btw, did you know? RAWR is i love you in dinosaur. HAHA. random, i know. goodbye! *waves*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-6629340172908177618?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/6629340172908177618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=6629340172908177618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6629340172908177618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6629340172908177618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-skin.html' title='NEW SKIN!'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-3722674761478230852</id><published>2011-03-01T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T21:48:26.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Revival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YES! I'M BACK PEOPLE! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually ive been thinking for quite some time about coming back here to blog already. wanted to wait till I found a new blogskin, but turns out I cant wait! HAHA =x quite a few events happened, making the situation so much more... deja vu. its so similar it freaks me out! hehh. so yep. for all the reasons more than one, ive decided to come back, so here i am! TA-DAAAAA~! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive got quite a number of things to update, more of pictures actually. BUT IT IS SO FRIGGIN' TROUBLESOME TO UPLOAD PHOTOS HERE! minus the fact that it looks so much nicer here, I wouldnt actually be back hahah. soo yep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIRST THINGS FIRST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDsMRwjBIpY/TWz17J0qYJI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/-LVHzQcbd5M/s320/SNC00180.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579104435003089042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;SUPPER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isnt this just awesome! HAHA. its a ONE-FOR-ONE DAY at Macs! so cool! i didnt know macs had buy one get one free one. kelvin came home with these two precious little things and we're like, WHAAAAT? hahaha. yep! i know the barbeque sauce is pathetic comparatively, but hey! at least he remembered i take barbeque! (: AND he took 4 okk. i used up one before i remembered to take photos hehhhh =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, im actually supposed to be mugging like crazyy since my prelims are umm, next monday? hahahaha. but im not studying! i officially give up. theres just not enough time to complete anywaysss! but im still going to study, at a leisurely pace, to prep myself for the mains. its like i forgot how to study lohh! ): everyday sleep and slack only. sigh. OHWELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay, that sums it up. im gna go search for a awesomezx skin nowww! hehh. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-3722674761478230852?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/3722674761478230852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=3722674761478230852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3722674761478230852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3722674761478230852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/03/revival.html' title='The Revival'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-qDsMRwjBIpY/TWz17J0qYJI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/-LVHzQcbd5M/s72-c/SNC00180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-5734701489576400460</id><published>2011-03-01T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T00:09:01.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>LOVELY PEOPLE, BE EXPECTING ME BACK SOON! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-5734701489576400460?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/5734701489576400460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=5734701489576400460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5734701489576400460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5734701489576400460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2011/03/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-1755773188746613874</id><published>2010-11-03T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:00:25.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick tock.</title><content type='html'>haha ive pretty much decided not to blog here already, for i dont know how long. i'l be blogging elsewhere. too many people already, too little privacy. lol. obviously its on the internet, so there isnt much about privacy to talk about. haha but whateverrr.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;seriously? its now your turn? give me a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-1755773188746613874?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/1755773188746613874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=1755773188746613874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1755773188746613874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1755773188746613874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/11/tick-tock.html' title='Tick tock.'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-5603474233490873075</id><published>2010-11-02T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:03:09.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad bad bad day.</title><content type='html'>today was the worst day of my life i tell you. okay maybe not the worst, but the worst in physical pain. ): i give my thanks to be able to just sit(or rather lie on my bed in my case) here and use the computer! lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up this morning, was still okay! i have supplementary classes at 3 actually! but the moment i woke up i kinda decided not to go already HAHA. cos i didnt do the tutorials yet! =x plus pohsiang was like, i dont feel like going already. do you want to NOT go? HAHAHAHA. so yah. we decided not to go in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awhile later, my misery started. i ate my honey stars, went back to my room and i felt this horriblee cramp. worst ever i tell you. stand cannot, lie down cannot, half stand half lie also cannot! lol. i didnt know what to do! and the pain was just so downright horrible, i felt like crying. ): because nothing seemed to relieve the painnnnnnn. after an hour of struggling, i decided to take panadol. &lt;i&gt;worst decision ever&lt;/i&gt;. hahaha. after i glugged the panadol down, like, 5mins? i vomitted it all out, including my honey stars, plus alot of gastric juice ): i seriously think the panadol expire already loh! since nobody in our house actually eats much of it haha. sian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yes the pain intensified, or maybe remained the same. just superbly painful. i forgot what i did. OH YEH I SQUATTED! hahhaah. amazingly, it felt so much better! when i was squatting that is. i know, odd position to be in, but as long as it helps! so after i squatted for awhile, felt better, stood up, immediately went back to squatting. LOL. sigh. but anyway i eventually inched myself up to bed and stayed there, for like, an eternity! haha. skipped lunch even. i was literally bed ridden. cant move ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it wasnt until evening that i felt better to eat lo. ): so sad. after i bathed i was talking to my mum about this. then i asked her if the panadol isit spoil anot. hahaha. her reply was fabulous. "you eat medicine always vomit one what. somemore that pill so big." HAHAHAHA. i dont know why it feels funny to me, but it just does. then she was telling me that i didnt exercise enough thats why. i do admit to that though. in the morning when i climb the bridge to school i start feeling tired already LOL. =x sigh. imma climbing the stairs instead of using the lifts already, provided im not in heels that is! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yess. here i am. still having the cramps, but not as bad. i hope tmr will be better! ): goodbyeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-5603474233490873075?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/5603474233490873075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=5603474233490873075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5603474233490873075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5603474233490873075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/11/bad-bad-bad-day.html' title='Bad bad bad day.'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-3444083964187782481</id><published>2010-10-31T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:04:10.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing more, nothing less.</title><content type='html'>i got my hopes up high just to get them dashed. should've known better. bite so many times already still not shy. just forget about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realised my subtle hints arent really that subtle at all it seems! haha. or rather just to the person involved its quite clear. maybe. so when you dont understand what im talking about, its not you. so dont ask. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having monday blues ALREADY. lucky this week only monday got school. the rest of the days are used to study hrm ): BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-3444083964187782481?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/3444083964187782481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=3444083964187782481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3444083964187782481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3444083964187782481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/10/nothing-more-nothing-less.html' title='Nothing more, nothing less.'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-4204280713265659521</id><published>2010-10-31T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:01:37.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>i was just looking back at all the photos they took at Homecoming Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEEKS! since when did our choir gown change until like that?! some ugly turquoise with transparent sleeves. HAHA. ours wasnt that great but at least its so much better. green, perfect, elegant. (: AND THEY BUILT A NEW INDOOR STADIUM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SOCCER FIELD! LOL. i heard about it for so long already, but i didnt think it was literally ON the soccer field, in the middle of nowhere. they also changed the classroom system! when we were there we stayed in our classrooms and teachers moved. i rmb the year after i left Ms Petrina Cheong asked a couple of us to go back and help her decorate her own classroom! HAHA. now its the students thats moving. am i so glad they didnt implement this when i was there. all my textbooks for the year was stored either under my table, or in the locker outside! :D my bag was quite empty usually. hahahaha. my table also v colourful one. all my baby photos. LOL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah they also dont take attendance already, or so it seems. they use electronic tap readers now. haha! so much has changedd. sigh. i dont want to grow uppp. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-4204280713265659521?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/4204280713265659521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=4204280713265659521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4204280713265659521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4204280713265659521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/10/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-5692235689105593245</id><published>2010-10-31T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T00:58:51.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inevitable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i think im quite funny. people treat me badly, i got things to say. people treat me &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; nicely, i also got things to say. hahaha. wth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;humans are just a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-5692235689105593245?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/5692235689105593245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=5692235689105593245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5692235689105593245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5692235689105593245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/10/inevitable.html' title='The Inevitable'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-236109430224410134</id><published>2010-10-29T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T23:19:45.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>435</title><content type='html'>NI HAOOOO.&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. im so dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the assignment's due tmr, and im only halfway through! plus i think what ive written up till now is crap. ): read if you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Are Technologies and Information Systems Strategic to Organizations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Before we go into the details, we must first understand what exactly are Information Systems and Technologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;In a nutshell, Information Systems are sets of interrelated components that collect or retrieve, process, store and distribute information to support decision-making, co-ordination, control, analysis and visualization. The study of Information Systems is normally premised on the assumption that they are socio-technical systems, which encompass both technical and social variables. Information Systems are designed to meet organizational needs, which are socio-technical in nature, often done by using any one of the three models namely the design model, decision making model and the transaction cost model. Examples of Information Systems that are more commonly used these days are Supply Chain Management (SCM), Customer Relationship Management (CRM), Enterprise Resources Planning (ERP), Groupware and Collaborative Commerce System (C-Commerce).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;SCM is an enterprise application that spans all movement and storage of raw materials, work-in-process inventory, finished goods from point of origin to point of consumption. Many companies like Flextronics and Baxter Healthcare successfully integrated this process into their workflow. Flextronics’s SCM would track supplies of raw materials or parts and sub assembles to all of their subsidiaries. SCM also keeps their clients updated on the delivery of finished products, including the deliveries made on behalf of their clients to their customers like retailers and wholesalers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;On the other hand, CRM handles information that is related to the frontline as compared to SCM, which handles information relating more to the internal functions of the company.  CRM integrates marketing, sales and customer services to achieve better lasting customer relationships with a view to understand, secure and expand the customer base. It helps the company to assemble information about customers purchase history to provide sales forecasting, territory management, and team selling. By providing the relevant information, it helps to make call centers, help desks and customer support staff more efficient in managing customer requests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;ERP is an integrated application of all business processes of an enterprise, not just at country-level but also its other associates on a global basis. It tends to be at firm level as it focuses on integrating the key internal business functions of the enterprise. Comparatively, Groupware systems are computer-based systems that support groups of people engaged in a common task that provide an interface to a shared environment, and is commonly referred to as a form of collaborative software.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Lastly, C-Commerce involves the creation of a collaborative network of trade partners to strengthen strong business growth as a group. Most importantly, they gain strategic alliance and provide a competitive advantage for partners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh. it feels like crap. im just writing down everything that i can possibly link to the topic, havent even edited it yet. so much things to do! ): think i desperately need a break. i want a holiday! but im not getting one until next year after my exams. ): SOMEONE SAVE ME! )))))))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;nothings going right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-236109430224410134?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/236109430224410134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=236109430224410134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/236109430224410134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/236109430224410134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/10/435.html' title='435'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-3677026329636574949</id><published>2010-10-29T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T12:12:39.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMMM</title><content type='html'>i shall start my assignments!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after lunch (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-3677026329636574949?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/3677026329636574949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=3677026329636574949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3677026329636574949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3677026329636574949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/10/hmmmm.html' title='HMMMM'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-5956813655642828416</id><published>2010-10-28T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:06:55.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ni haoooo (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this is just adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TMmfSd2dipI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ztPfsbN8aK8/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-28+at+PM+11.39.08.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533128756800883346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. he called me carol just like that, when i perfectly spelt it out for him in the previous email! so cute ah. must be he saw my email address lah. he is so cute. hahaha. too bad he's teaching such a boring subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, yes ive been pretty stressed out lately. when im slacking, i worry about the work undone. when i go back to my work, i dont know how to continue! ): im stuck at my isorg essay since the last time i posted it up here. SIGH. its due on saturdayyyy! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of saturday, its Homecoming Day! i so want to go! but nobody else is going back, except for the seniors and juniors. sigh. why like that! im quite sad ): but nevermind. i have my bestbeloved isorg with me. when i finish that, hrm's test&amp;amp;assignment is also due on the following monday. WHATTTTT. im sick of studying. so sick of it. will some rich old man come approach me and die when you marry me? lol. it makes my life just so much easier. ): i wishhh. i can just continue dreaming already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-5956813655642828416?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/5956813655642828416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=5956813655642828416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5956813655642828416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5956813655642828416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/10/ni-haoooo.html' title='ni haoooo (:'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TMmfSd2dipI/AAAAAAAAAzk/ztPfsbN8aK8/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-10-28+at+PM+11.39.08.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-3031477277262815422</id><published>2010-10-26T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:56:29.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>110</title><content type='html'>im gonna be here soooooo often i tell you HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i woke up late ): my class starts at 830, i woke up at 840. AHHHHHH! my alarm failed me AGAIN. i need to invest in a proper alarm instead of depending on my kuku phone already ): but sigh. woke up this morning, saw the time, and i felt so horrible. whats wrong with me! this is downright horrible.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally got started on my ISORG paper today. im 1/10 done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Are Technologies and Information Systems Strategic to Organizations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Before we go into the details, we must first understand what exactly are Information Systems and Technologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;In a nutshell, Information Systems are sets of interrelated components that collect or retrieve, process, store and distribute information to support decision-making, co-ordination, control, analysis and visualization. The study of Information Systems is normally premised on the assumption that they are socio-technical systems, which encompass both technical and social variables. Information Systems are designed to meet organizational needs, which are socio-technical in nature, often done by using any one of the three models namely the design model, decision making model and the transaction cost model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there. i stopped there, i cant continue already! ): ive been stuck for approximately 45mins, and i doubt i'd continue making much progress for the day. when im done, maybe i'l post it up &lt;i&gt;if&lt;/i&gt; i have the time, that is. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im getting fed up at my incompetence, both in studies and sleeping so much. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JIAYOU CAROL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-3031477277262815422?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/3031477277262815422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=3031477277262815422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3031477277262815422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3031477277262815422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/10/110.html' title='110'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-4004266047861860901</id><published>2010-10-25T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:50:01.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, its tiring.</title><content type='html'>assignments are all going to be due soooon! this saturday's the deadline for ISORG essay, and i havent even started yet! ): the HRM teacher never fails to remind us at the start of every lesson that our test &amp;amp; assignment papers are due on the same day, 2weeks later. and today, FR dropped a pretty magnificent bomb of 2000-2500words essay! its only 25m loh. he expects to see 4pages ): sigh. he said every 5marks is worth about a page of NORMAL handwriting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im feeling the stress already ): i killed myself for nothing on sunday lo. rushed through the tutorial for FR, which had 12qns not counting the a,b,c &amp;amp; d-s. almost every question is 25m, except for a few 10m. imagine the amount of trees and ink i killed! hahah. THE WORST THING IS, today i went to lessons, AND HE SAID THERE WAS NO NEED TO DO, ALL WE HAD TO DO WAS BRING IT. WHATTHEHELL! ): i really wanted to kill myself. forced myself to finish it cos he was so fierce and i was so afraid he'd roar at me! end up also no need to do ): i felt so dumb. AHHH! RAWRRRRRRRRR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh. the next few weeks are going to be crazzzehhhhhh for me! please pray hard i dont die ): when you see me online, tell me to get lost and do my papers. im serious! HAHA. i need constant reminderssss. kamsahamida. its 12, i havent bathed, have classes at 830. tmr's staying in school to try get my ISORG paper done! wish me luckkkk (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;EDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since im here waiting for my hair to dry, i shall whine somemore. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really feel im going to get kidney failure or something sooon! ): its either no food, fried food, fast food or frozen food. eh but i realised, this crab&amp;amp;cheese sandwich from 7-11. SUPER NICE LEH! HAHAHAH. plus its so fastttt! i grab it on my way home, microwave it for 30seconds AND YUMMMMM! (: (: (: but its a little expensive. $2.50 for that pathetic thing. sigh. i buy 2 $5 already. i need more choices in my fooood. ive been eating that almost everyday. hahahaha.  think the 7-11 person recognise me already. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im want good food! eugene faster get your driving license! then we can go somewhere else other than amk for supper HAHA. okay im really tired already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YISANG TONGSHIN-KUK! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-4004266047861860901?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/4004266047861860901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=4004266047861860901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4004266047861860901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4004266047861860901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-its-tiring.html' title='Oh, its tiring.'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-4264669393090939210</id><published>2010-10-23T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T12:54:26.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA</title><content type='html'>this is soooo funnyyyy! HAHAHA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think my dad never did realise that i actually DO drink outside. it wasnt until i brought home that bottle of white wine from the hotel and came home a little crazy that is. hahahha. i was just preparing to go out, and then he told me, "dont anyhow drink outside ah. later you get drunk. not good for a girl to drink outside." and then i was like, "so i can drink at other people's house lah?" HAHAHAH i think he is just amazingly adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay enough. im running late. goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-4264669393090939210?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/4264669393090939210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=4264669393090939210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4264669393090939210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4264669393090939210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/10/haha.html' title='HAHA'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-2862385165182809334</id><published>2010-10-22T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:23:36.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHADDYA DOINGG!</title><content type='html'>first of all, i think im a little drunk. HAHAHA. this is the first time im admitting you knowwwwww. omg so hard to typeeeeee.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today i earned 2 HUMUNGOUS blisters, new heels, trophy wrapping skills, $90 &amp;amp; a bottle of wineeee! :D thanks to huishan that is. LOVE YOU TTM! (: anyway, after the whole event, we were supposed to be wrapping trophies, then Annie and the others came over with bottles of red&amp;amp;white wine! they poured us each a glasss. i took the white and IT WAS SUPERBLY SMOOTH! unbelieveablee! and its 2008 somemore only loh. so at first we were just sipping, like, less than 1/3 of it, then people came so we stopped. then it was time to leave, but it was soooo nice &amp;amp; soooo wasted to just leave it! so i gulped it down. HAHA. its 13%. at first still okayy. then amanda's boyf very kindly gave me a lift home on the way. in the car i felt the heat coming already. even i got out i walk like abit unsteadyyyyy. i expected my whole face to be red! but its not leh! i shocked also hahahha. must be the makeup lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i went to bathe first, cos v late already. then i realised something else. I ACTUALLY DO HAVE THOSE RASHES ONE! but its like from my ribcage all the way down to my thighs only. on top cannot see onee. no wonder i never realisedddddd! hehehehe. aft that i bathed as usual, and when i finished i got a shock againnn! MY FACE WAS SOOO RED HHAHAHA. toldyaaaaa! it was the makeup! so i walked unsteadily back to my bedroom and here i am nowwww waiting for my hair to dryyyyyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hiccup*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im literally typing what im doing now! im crazy HAHAHAHA. my world is spinningggggggg~! GOODBYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-2862385165182809334?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/2862385165182809334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=2862385165182809334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2862385165182809334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2862385165182809334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/10/whaddya-doingg.html' title='WHADDYA DOINGG!'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-5950558259889882544</id><published>2010-10-18T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T17:45:19.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VxThSd7lnPI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VxThSd7lnPI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I walk, would you run?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I stop, would you come?&lt;br /&gt;If I say you're the one, would you believe me?&lt;br /&gt;If I ask you to stay, would you show me the way?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to say so you don't leave me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is catching up to you&lt;br /&gt;While you're running away to chase your dream&lt;br /&gt;It's time for us to make a move cause we are asking one another to change&lt;br /&gt;And maybe i'm not ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try for your love&lt;br /&gt;I can hide up above&lt;br /&gt;I will try for your love&lt;br /&gt;We've been hiding enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I sing you a song, would you sing along?&lt;br /&gt;Or wait till I'm gone, oh how we push and pull&lt;br /&gt;If i give you my heart would you just play the part&lt;br /&gt;Or tell me it's the start of something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Am i catching up to you?&lt;br /&gt;While your running away to chase your dreams&lt;br /&gt;It's time for us to face the truth cause we are coming to each other to change&lt;br /&gt;And maybe i'm not ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try for your love&lt;br /&gt;I can hide up above&lt;br /&gt;I will try for your love&lt;br /&gt;We've been hiding enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try for your love&lt;br /&gt;I can hide up above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If I walk would you run&lt;br /&gt;If I stop would you come&lt;br /&gt;If I say you're the one would you believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;cant find the whole song version! so irritating. lakeshore records went to ban it all under copyright law. sigh, but the movie's cute though. its been repeating on my itunes quite a few times today already. haha. so much to think about. anyway, i think im more or less set on going overseas after i graduate already. theres just not much appeal left here. if i could turn back time, i wouldnt even have stayed here for my university studies. hmm but then again. so much to give up. ive always stayed within comfort zone all my life, and now i need to venture into a foreign land, starting everything from scratch. ahwell. lol. i havent told my dad about it yet and i think i know how he'd react already. hahah. but ohwell. i have 2more years at the very least. we'l see how things go when i graduate (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah! im eggcited for this coming holiday. SG&gt;France&gt;Adelaide&gt;NZ&gt;Genting&gt;SG (: this is going to be so cool! and then everyone will be back here on christmas eveee! how nice (: aunty wendy's coming back with uncle marc, alicia's coming back w shawn, mich&amp;amp;elizabeth are going to be back for the first time in 10years toooo! ayee. a family reunion indeed. the best birthday gift ever. im so looking forward! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-5950558259889882544?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/5950558259889882544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=5950558259889882544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5950558259889882544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5950558259889882544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/10/try.html' title='Try'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-1253835825922830803</id><published>2010-10-16T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T02:34:39.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring</title><content type='html'>this whole week has been soooo tiring for all the various reasons. assignments and reports are going to be due soon! sigh. i tried starting today, but i failed. HAHAHA. so turn off lo ): i prepared all the materials already, sat in front of the comp, checked the guidelines to write my essay, then i stoned. LOL I DONT KNOW HOW TO STARTTT! ):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, today was a fun day out. tmr's going to be a busy day tooo. just finished watching last week of yong-seo couple. SO SWEET! you can all watch it &lt;a href="http://sweetpotatodays.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-10-10T21%3A01%3A00-04%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=10"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. (: ive always found yong-seo to be like the boring-est couple ever. but this particular episode made me totally go AWWWW~! HAHAHAHA. alamak! okay its 2.30 in the morning. i should sleep. goodnight! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-1253835825922830803?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/1253835825922830803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=1253835825922830803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1253835825922830803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1253835825922830803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/10/tiring.html' title='Tiring'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-2961980555745333977</id><published>2010-10-14T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T19:38:10.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;But I want you&lt;br /&gt;All the more for that&lt;br /&gt;Words fall through me&lt;br /&gt;And always fool me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't react&lt;br /&gt;And games that never amount&lt;br /&gt;To more than they're meant&lt;br /&gt;Will play themselves out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly, eyes that know me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go back&lt;br /&gt;Moods that take me and erase me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm painted black&lt;br /&gt;You have suffered enough&lt;br /&gt;And warred with yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's time that you won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly sing your melody&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-2961980555745333977?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/2961980555745333977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=2961980555745333977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2961980555745333977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2961980555745333977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/10/falling-slowly.html' title='Falling Slowly'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-987855227182084341</id><published>2010-10-12T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T01:20:13.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>why am i so fond of wasting all my time typing then deleting it all again! so dumb hahaha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyways yea goals were something i thought about today in lecture. is this the future i want? what a mundane life. will i pull through?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as usual, all questions, no answers. we just have to face the uncertainty in life. maybe thats what makes life interesting! everyday is a new day, and a different day, without knowing what fate has in store for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-987855227182084341?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/987855227182084341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=987855227182084341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/987855227182084341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/987855227182084341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/10/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-1023319392960195009</id><published>2010-10-09T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T13:07:28.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like it on the couch</title><content type='html'>i was actually a little upset and affected over some things on my bus ride home today. haha. but thankyouuuu! you made my day(unknowingly). lol. but still im quite touched! hahaha (: i am so sure things would have been much worse if not for you. heeees :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think overall its like the lending money theory. if you agree to lend someone money, you should be prepared that you wont get the money back. it is theoretically correct that by lending you should get it back, but then again theres the possibility you might not! hmm yea. so when you lend, you should have the mindset that you're not going to get it back already. in the event that it really does come back to you, its a bonus! kinda. haha. but then again, you might not even need it when you get it. you'd never knoww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-1023319392960195009?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/1023319392960195009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=1023319392960195009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1023319392960195009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1023319392960195009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-it-on-couch.html' title='I like it on the couch'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-2328506252843807795</id><published>2010-10-03T12:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T13:31:50.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing there, I didnt know what to say.</title><content type='html'>SO, i just woke up! haha. anyway, long long day yesterdayyyy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday was jhao's pop, and he invited us to go! so the sickening thing was that we were supposed to be seated by 740 at the floating platform! ): so early! sigh. and i woke up late, to nobody's surprise. hahaha. lucky i asked eugene to make sure i wake up. woke up at 615, got ready at lightning speed, and was out by 635! (: so many funny things happened that morning hahahah. i was stoned. too early lah! its been like 4 years since i last woke up that early okayyyy. anyway, yes. so eugene was very kindly waiting for me downstairs so i zoooomed down! hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trained to cityhall, met jh's mum&amp;amp;sis, walked together there. stupid stupid me. i wore heels! lol. i was just asking eugene the night before if heels would kill me. sigh. so anyway, it was quite a long walk to the platform! got in, sat there, and sun-tanned. whatthe! ): lucky i brought my sunnies and everything else! but thats not necessarily the best thing. after the whole thing i had a tan line on my FACE from my SUNNIES. sigh. i was so sad. anyway so yes we watched everything. they looked so cute! like ants only HAHAHAHA. seriously. the best part was the roar i tell you. stupid-est thing EVER. LOL. i caught so many faces of paiseh-smiles when they were doing it. hahaha. the crowd loved it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after everything we went down to find jhao. WA STINK LIKE CRAZYYY! LOL. seriouslyyyy. he still tell me he changed before the parade. haha. the moment we got down, the whole AIR was just one word : KIAM. wa the smell! so horrible! hahaha. i thought i forgotten that smell since the last time kelvin got his red beret. lol. so anyway we took photos and everything then we got outt to breathe some fresh air!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im going to not go into the details here. too lazy. lol. ate breakfast at Wild Honey with eugene, sat and nua-ed waiting for jhao. jhao came, ate, then eugene left. we walked cine abit then went back to sit at mandarin gallery! haha. sat until 4pm okk. LOL. so tired still, lazy to moveeee. haha. sat chat everything then i fell asleep! just a little bit hehe. so then we went back to cityhall cos we were meeting the rest there later. walked ALL THE WAY to suntec! hanged out at the arcade with all the soft toys grabbing thing. LOL. so many funny things but im so lazy to elaborate. haha. so we hanged out there for 1-2hours, i think he spent like $10 on the soft toys! hahaha. then we walked ALL THE WAY back to the mrt to meet eric&amp;amp;the rest. jhao made the horrible decision to eat astons so we had to walk ALL THE WAY back to suntec! ): my heels were killing me to begin with, and he was going to be an accomplice in murderrrrr. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;queued while the rest came, ate and then went to drink at i-dont-know-where. lol. chatted and everything then the rest went back bedok for supper and me&amp;amp;eugene went home! (: so long day for us lohhh. lol. yeh so i slept at 1am very very soundly until now! heeees :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay its 1.30pm now. take so long to type. my feet is sore and filled with blisters! ): now even my hands are tired. goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Life is no nintendo game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-2328506252843807795?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/2328506252843807795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=2328506252843807795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2328506252843807795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2328506252843807795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/10/standing-there-i-didnt-know-what-to-say.html' title='Standing there, I didnt know what to say.'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-8954011756784418767</id><published>2010-09-30T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T00:44:19.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its sad.</title><content type='html'>i was just flipping through my past posts, and i came across this post in my very first blog. its a true story, and at the end, i wrote some things i cant believe i wrote. but until now, i still think its a really meaningful sentence (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;It was first day of the mid-year exams therefore i finished school a little earlier, i called him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Hey, i finished school earlier today, would you come by and pick me up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Alright, give me 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: 5 minutes? But my school is just beside your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: I need to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Alright, make it fast then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm in the afternoon, the sun is extremely hot, I stood under a shaded tree and fan myself. Although it doesn't make much of a difference, it was better that I fanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes have passed, he's still not shown up, I was a little unhappy while looking at my watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes and he's still not here....couldn't be that he was met with an accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes passed, he finally shown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Why are you so late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't even a lil' bothered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: Nahz, was watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: What?! TV?! Why don't you sleep, bathe and eat before you come down then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got anything else to say for that, didn't take the helmet he handed me but stood there and stared at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time he said sorry to me...&lt;br /&gt;He is an egoistical person all along and has never once apologised to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him, Alright, took the helmet and let him sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is always acting like this, no explanations, no friction, no quarrels.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing he does is to apologise.&lt;br /&gt;To me, somethings can't be settled with a sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I would never go on asking after everytime he apologises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me, that was the first time he said sorry to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Although it take courage to admit mistakes, he never once correct his mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying sorry became a word to shut me up instead.&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowed down my cheek on the 59th time he apologised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my head&lt;br /&gt;: you don't ever need to say sorry to me again. If you can never change, then don't let me keep giving you chances again and again hoping and believing that you would change each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held me lightly, and said the 60th sorry. Even then, he did not change, and there was no explanation whatsoever. I began to worry if there was something he was keeping from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:What's wrong with you these few days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Then why are you acting so strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:What can you say other than this answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Do you know I'm very worried, very insecure, do you treat me as your girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:I don't want to hear you say sorry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put down the phone and he did not call back. He doesn't even care about me. Maybe we should....break up. .....this was the 99th time he said sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day onwards, I never once called me or went to look for him.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get an anonymous phonecall but everytime I said hello, it was dead, i think it's a call from him, but why don't he speak up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one month have passed, I couldn't contain the feelings I still have for him anymore and went to his school to find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside his classroom and looked around, but there was no sign of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:excuse me, is XOXO here today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:I'm afraid he already stopped schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Huh? Why? When was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:He hasn't been in school for a month already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Oh erms...thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month....not in school for one month...why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled home.&lt;br /&gt;Called his hp&lt;br /&gt;: Sorry the caller is currently unavailable, please leave your message after the tone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put down the phone, and called his house next, but there was no answer.&lt;br /&gt;How can it be? The whole family migrated?&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though he has already disappeared from the face on the earth leaving not even a single trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find him....just as I was feeling distraughted, the phone suddenly sounded, it was my friend.&lt;br /&gt;He was one of his brothers and also my good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Hey, what have you been doing? XOXO is in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:REALLY? WHAT HAPPENED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Oh he is in ZZ hospital, the one you stayed in last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:I'll be right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the fastest speed my legs could carry and when I reached the hospital I saw that his parents were already there.&lt;br /&gt;I asked them for the room number and flew across the hall.&lt;br /&gt;He was lying on bed, looking at me, not saying a word, not moving a muscle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Hey, what happened to you? Why didn't you contact me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not answer, and used the same stare on me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Come on answer me...why don't you speak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear flowed down the side of his eye, and it looked as though he used the greatest amount of strength that he could master to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:I'm...sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, his eyes went shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Hey, don't fool around alright...why say sorry to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Don't say sorry to me....please wake up....answer me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wept and fell down on the side of his bed, pulling his shirt I cried out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Why do you have to apologise? Why don't you give me an explanation instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:I won't forgive you, wake up, saying sorry is no use...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:If you don't wake up I'll never ever forgive you in this lifetime, please I beg of you..open your eyes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the 100th sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of medical staff, doctors, nurses pulled me away and tried to revive him.&lt;br /&gt;I had no strength to stand up...&lt;br /&gt;My mind was a blank....&lt;br /&gt;My eyes could only see a sea of black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not leave this world...&lt;br /&gt;I merely lost the chance to touch him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he would appear in my dreams sometimes, telling me how he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;He's still accompaning me, still alive, in my heart. would still laugh at my silliness, and call me his darling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he never apologise to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month, his mom came to look for me, and gave me a box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside was a 100 photographs, everyone had a story behind them..&lt;br /&gt;The reasons why he made me angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time, my dear, I did not purposely arrive late to pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;I know this excuse is really lame, but I didn't have the heart to tell you the truth then, before I stepped out of the house, I felt a pain in my chest, but I still made it a point to meet you, please forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time, my dear, I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third time, my dear, I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 100th time, my dear, I didn't mean to leave you alone in this world, It had to be so because God did not give me the chance to say I Love You for this lifetime of mine, and to put the ring on your finger....&lt;br /&gt;You are the first girl I apologised to.&lt;br /&gt;And also the first girl I want to be with for the rest of my life...&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for not able to bring you happiness but I have thus become your angel, always looking out for you...&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you while you find your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;..promise me...don't shed a tear...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see you weep like this for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You ~XOXO How can I not cry? What you said was just too impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last photograph was of him in the hospital,&lt;br /&gt;Although he was skinny, the smile on his face was bright as ever.&lt;br /&gt;His face was white and yet he tried his best to give his last smile on the last photo, the 100th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time when he needed me the most, I wasn't with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:I'm sorry. I held the photo tightly and cried for us.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess everything comes with a reason...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but what's the point of driving it out of someone if it's something you don't want to hear in the first place? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I want the truth"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;---so easy to say but so difficult to accept.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cool uh. i was 14 and i could come up with sentences like these. hahah. but you cant doubt its trueeeee. on a side note, i think this time, i might be really ready. its taken awhile, but even when its bad, i'l hang on. because after it gets to its worst, it can only turn for the better. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOAH! ive been so chim these days. hahahaha. so not me. whaaaaaat! i need to find myself. get out of this stupid crazy maze that ive been stuck in for so long already! lol. yayyyyyy. okk its going to be 1am soon, and im hungry. sigh. supper anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-8954011756784418767?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/8954011756784418767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=8954011756784418767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/8954011756784418767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/8954011756784418767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-sad.html' title='Its sad.'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-4394776776296739838</id><published>2010-09-29T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:58:44.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home alone</title><content type='html'>i think i know why my dad is so anxious to get us home everytime already. cos its so lonely! ):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i was left behind aloneeeee. i was taking my nap when they both went out! apparently because theres a slight change in my routine because of school, i tend to take naps every monday and tuesdays after i come back from school lol. and so yes today i was napping, and they said they were going to visit my aunty linda after dinner loh! she had a quite major op. but anyway, so yes my dad was saying we could have kfc for dinner. ): AND HE ABANDONED ME! im still quite angry and sad. i woke up at 7 to see the house in total stillness and darkness. sigh. i got up, watched teevee, then got my butt out to get dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realised im quite unhealthy ): i eat all the junk food only. feel so heaty and diseased. haha. must start chomping on some veges already. SIGH. drink more water chestnut. cool myself down. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aye anyway, i think it still boils down to having no entertainment at all. everyday i on my comp, open my fb, check for anything funny, and thats it! ): then im like, left with nothing to do already! sooooooo boring! songs also listen until sian already. thats why im always never online for longgg. haha. even maplestory keeps jamming ): tutorials are like, so unwilling to touch! HAHA. theres a test coming up you know! its only the second week of school! all the individual assignments also coming uppppppp. ): so sad can. i dont know what i want. quite lost these days. SIGH. no im not emo. just lost. i just need to find my way out this never-ending maze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a side note, i realised something. hahahah. my friend requests were actually at 35, then since i-dont-know-when it dropped to 34, and just yesterday i realised its now 33! LOL. not that i really care that much, but just kinda amused, and curious. hahah. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-4394776776296739838?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/4394776776296739838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=4394776776296739838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4394776776296739838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4394776776296739838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/09/home-alone.html' title='Home alone'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-1372601430657260965</id><published>2010-09-27T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T01:38:45.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Standing at a crossroad, it splits two ways. One is dark, another is bright. You know the bright road is the right way, but it requires you to leave everything you have behind and venture into a totally foreign environment. The dark one will be hard and arduous, but you have the benefit of safety. You know you will be safe hiding behind all the walls of your possessions you built.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;HOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the frequent stayovers has taken its toll on my body, my skin and my health! my pimples are popping like machiam free oneee hahahaha. siann. school isnt good for my body i tell you, and i mean it literally! lol. im not eating as frequently as im supposed toooooo! when i have morning class, i skip breakfast. when i have afternoon classes, i sometimes skip both and just snack inbetween. and then sometimes when my classes end too late, i eat my lunch late so i cant eat dinner when the time comes! in the end, i just end up skipping my dinner and wake up feeling suuuuuper hungry in the middle of the night ): then with all the stayovers, we eat supper at like the odd-est timings. maybe 8plus 9 eat dinner, 3plus eat again, then morning 7plus eat again. i go home, sleep like the dead and wake up in the evening and end up skipping lunch. THIS IS NOT GOOD! )))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh. i need someone free enough to keep reminding me to eat hahaha. later i will forget, then end up feeling suuuper hungry in the middle of the night again. maybe i should go out for supper more often. ask me out ask me out HAHAHA. no i actually dont think i will go, but nevermind you can try lol. it makes me feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okk. tmr's morning class. sigh. i just remembered i didnt do ANY of the research i was supposed to do. think i'l just read through the pages tmr on the bus. hehe. hopefully she wont catch me. so funny. we keep saying the FR person might be Koh Hwee Jeng's wife. exactly the same i tell you! keep going overtime, talk and talk and talk only. pattern also the same one. HAHA. so badd =x i pray she gives me a bible at the end of the term can already. i'l be more than happy LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay off byeeeeeeeee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-1372601430657260965?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/1372601430657260965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=1372601430657260965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1372601430657260965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1372601430657260965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/09/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-788220362074969729</id><published>2010-09-22T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:13:47.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>for those who didnt already know, school started for me already! ): during the holidays i was thinking it was a little too long. NOW, i suddenly regret all those times i wasted just sitting there doing nothingg! HAHA. ohwelllll.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was so funny. my first lesson for today starts at 12, but i woke up at 9. so i watched teevee, used the comp and then prepared to go out. when i really went out, it was 11. AND I REACHED SCHOOL AT 11.25 HAHAHAHA. i have no idea why! but anyway, so yes i reached school half an hour early. i copied down my timetable to my organiser so i referred to my organiser to see which class i should go. it stated 1.11, so that was where i headed. since it was the first class for that module, there was supposed to be people outside giving out our bulk notes, but there wasnt any when i reached! i thought i too early loh. so i just went right in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE MOMENT I WENT IN ALL THE EYES TURN TO STARE AT ME. i thought how come sia. since it was early, i went out to buy food and lucky i texted to ask amanda what class it was HAHA. turns out its the wrong classssssss. she texted me the right class and i headed upstairs. i was outside 4.02 and it was already 11.45 at that time! then still dont have the person outside giving notes loh. i thought how come so late. walked into the lt, and then i happened to see this person carrying a RMIT file HAHAHA. i was like, WHY ARE RMIT PEOPLE APPEARING HERE! but amanda told me its 4.02 mah so shouldnt be wrong right! to be safe i called her to ask if i was right then she said its 4.20 LOL. turns out is i see wrongly! ): msg also see wrongly. by the time i got to 4.20 it was already 11.50 lo. hahaha. what a badddd way to start my dayyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the beginning of this week when i had my first lesson i also went wrong lt. hahaha. my organiser writes 3.19 but i somehow saw 3.14 LOL. i walked in 3.14, sat down, then saw the big big projector in front showing Human Resource Management. then i was thinking, my HRM not tmr meh? the first lesson i was supposed to have is Financial Reporting you see. hahaha. so i checked my organiser, and i was in the wrong lt! the professer already start his lesson, so i pretended to be on the phone as i walked out HAHAHA =x so paisehhhhh! on the first day first lesson somemore. aiyoyooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of that, i havent completed any of the research i was supposed to doooo! ): i think i was right not to schedule any lessons on friday. haha. 2days of weekend rest where got enoughhh! ): ok thats about all. haha. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, i have a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; keyboard now. HAHAHA! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-788220362074969729?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/788220362074969729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=788220362074969729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/788220362074969729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/788220362074969729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-6419982766778141523</id><published>2010-09-16T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:08:46.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the way you are (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sweet song, sweet lyrics. every guy should sing this to their girl! Enjoy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Oh, her eyes, her eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Make the stars look like they're not shining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Her hair, her hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Falls perfectly without her trying.&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;And I tell her every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;I know, I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;When I compliment her she won't believe me&lt;br /&gt;And it's so, it's so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Sad to think that she don't see what I see&lt;br /&gt;But every time she asks me do I look ok,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I see your face,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;And when you smile,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The whole world stops and stares for a while&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you're amazing,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just the way you are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Her lips, her lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;I could kiss them all day if she let me&lt;br /&gt;Her laugh, her laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;She hates but I think it's so sexy&lt;br /&gt;She's so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;And I tell her every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;You know, you know, you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;I'd never ask you to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;If perfect's what you're searching for then just stay the same&lt;br /&gt;So, don't even bother asking if you look ok&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;When I see your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;There's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;And when you smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;The whole world stops and stares for a while&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you're amazing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're amazing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;When I see your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;There's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;And when you smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;The whole world stops and stares for a while&lt;br /&gt;Cause girl you're amazing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Just the way you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-6419982766778141523?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/6419982766778141523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=6419982766778141523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6419982766778141523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6419982766778141523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-way-you-are.html' title='Just the way you are (:'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-572683613459001959</id><published>2010-09-11T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T20:11:52.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only some things aren't the way they are, everything would have been just absolutely perfect.</title><content type='html'>WAAAAAAAA! i had a very tiring weekend! but fun la hahaha :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thursday i met jhong&amp;amp;eunice to get presents for the three birthday boys. spent the whole afternoon at tamp! when we were finally done, we headed to eunice's house at around 7plus to wait for the rest. jhong had to leave then jhao came. he slept while me&amp;amp;eunice chatted. HAHA. it was actually quite a nice chat. a really good one actually. i mean, its just, i dont think i have EVER been that honest to ANYONE. think i literally told her everything lo. and it feels nice actually, to get everything out. LOL. rc came at like, 12plus then we went for supper at the prata house opp tp there. aft that we went back to eunice's house and i bathed HAHA. SO SHIOK I TELL YOU. the feeling of when you come out from bath. SO CLEAN SO FRAGRANT! LOL :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we played monopoly till like 3am, then played mj. didnt play all though. play till like 2nd wind only. the moment i lost 20c i want to stop alr HAHA. heart painnnn. my money ley! so we switched back to monopoly for the rest of the night LOL. played till like 5plus 6 then we went in to sleepp. but i think we played too much already lo! i was SOOOOOO tired but we all couldnt sleep! except for jhao. hahaha. he go everywhere also sleep onee. we dragged ourselves up and out for breakfast! at macs there ard 8plus like that. wa tired like mad. no energy at all to chew lol. by the time i got home alrdy 10plus lo! so late ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slept for ard 4hrs then i got woken up at 3 by all the calls from everyone i was supposed to meet LOL. i cant believe i slept thru 8 texts and 2 calls! my phone was on the loudest ring and it was just beside my pillow lor. HAHAH i cant believe myself too. so anw, i picked up the calls and then started calling everyone else to see where to meet and everythingggggg! plucked myself outta bed to bathe and start preparing to get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the time i reached dohby it was like 5 alr lo! HAHA. i felt so baddd. i was the one who organised the meeting maa! then i made so many people wait and everything was messed up ): SORRRYYYYYYY! ))): bought tickets and everything then sat down at Ben&amp;amp;Jerrys to slackk! played more monopoly. HAHAHA! crazyyyyyyyy! then everyone else started to come and soon it was time to eat! ate chicken rice then walked a few steps more to eat taohuay for dessert. LOL. sit slack then we met gz at macs cos he hasnt eaten yet. headed back to cathay at 9plus for th movie! Resident Evil. WHAT A WASTE OF MY MONEYYYYYY! ): i regret lo. deeply can ): or maybe its cos i didnt watch the previous sequels, but it was so boring lo! not much of a storyline, just senseless killing, blood and gore. i slept a little in the middle HAHA cos it was so boring! so yeh lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the movie we headed over to tim's house. i played mj for jhao awhile then went in to rest my brainn. they were playing monopoly and i played kelvin's iphone. went out for supper at 3plus in the morning! WAA. we later realised its actually a bad idea HAHA. but anyway, so we drove over to parkway's macs, ate, and then drove over to some wanton mee place at joochiat there to eat somemore. everyone was half dead already! hahaha. by the time we were back at tim's place it was already 5plus and everyone went to sleeppp. woke up at ard 9plus in the morning, had breakfast, then tim sent us home! SO NICEEEEEE. i always hated the bus everytime i have a stayover. hahaha. most of the time i cab homee. too tired for the bus journey already. so yep. i came home at 11plus. slept and woke up at 5! amazingly i dreamt of jimson LOL. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW WHY WHAT. so funny! and wierd. hahahah. then i was just talking to him about it and he was like, what was i doing there. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anw, here i am now! and its taken me like, 45mins to type this whole thing! OMG. hahah. kay im feeling a little empty inside now. maybe its cos of a lack of sleep. im starting to emo alreadyy. LOL. okay im going already byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;if only, if only. but sadly its not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-572683613459001959?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/572683613459001959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=572683613459001959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/572683613459001959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/572683613459001959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-only-some-things-arent-way-they-are.html' title='If only some things aren&apos;t the way they are, everything would have been just absolutely perfect.'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-1965915221265899071</id><published>2010-09-08T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:58:17.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship isn't about who you've known the longest. Its about who came and never left.</title><content type='html'>WAAAA!! i didnt realise that there were so many people who had birthdays today! like, same date same year some more. hahaha. so coooooooool! got jh, kelvin, yk and zh! im jealous lo ): i also want some one who shares the same birthday w me! like cool only. hahahha. talking about birthdays, another very saddening fact is that i havent actually found someone thats younger than me, in the same year context, that is. ): why am i forever the smallest! got advantage la. but still! after TWENTY YEARS, i want to be a big girl for once! ): SIGHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Happiness is not having what you want. Its wanting what you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-1965915221265899071?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/1965915221265899071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=1965915221265899071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1965915221265899071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1965915221265899071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/09/friendship-isnt-about-who-youve-known.html' title='Friendship isn&apos;t about who you&apos;ve known the longest. Its about who came and never left.'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-6812393633653330983</id><published>2010-09-06T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:00:23.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Team</title><content type='html'>i saw this once before on KBS. didnt expect to find it online! WAA! i found gold. hahahaha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9q3ZmqZN41c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9q3ZmqZN41c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the funny part's from 7.04 onwards! i laughed like a hyeena. literally. HAHAHAHA! go on to part 3 and so on. its h.i.l.a.r.i.o.u.s! the person who invented that soccer thing must be a genius. LOL. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-6812393633653330983?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/6812393633653330983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=6812393633653330983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6812393633653330983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6812393633653330983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/09/dream-team.html' title='Dream Team'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-6688512342994313305</id><published>2010-09-06T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T18:24:09.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The smell of your skin lingers on me now</title><content type='html'>i was just randomly scrolling through all the past posts on this blog. and look what i found!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DRAFTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. there are just so many drafts inside i tell you! thats the result of posting and deciding to un-post it again. hahah. altogether there's like 630 posts i think (not including this one), and out of that, i think about a hundred are drafts! HAHA! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyhoos, today i made the decision of using the moolahs already. hahah. seriously, hated the guy. but whatever. s'long as i get my end product! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHOHOH. i wanted to blog about this too. haha! i just discovered this "Stats" function. yeh i know, after like, 6years of blogging, i realise it only now. hahaha. but like cool lah! it tells you how many people visited your page(today,yesterday,this week &amp;amp; etc), where they linked from, what browsers they were using, what OS they were using, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, what country they were from! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! I HAVE OVERSEAS VISITORS! :D like cool ah! hahaha! i thought they would be like my cousins overseas or something, but no! i have 6 from US, 4 from Canada and 1 from Denmark! obviously its most probably they accidentally hopped onto my blog, but its still an exciting fact! LOL. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey, im going international. HAHA. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-6688512342994313305?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/6688512342994313305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=6688512342994313305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6688512342994313305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6688512342994313305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/09/smell-of-your-skin-lingers-on-me-now.html' title='The smell of your skin lingers on me now'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-5887710095064680631</id><published>2010-09-05T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:05:21.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wants Versus Needs</title><content type='html'>its all about timing actually. everytime i decide to do something, time comes into the picture. its always at the wrong time! or rather, not the perfect moment. and then everytime i tell myself, okay im going to do this/that next week. and when next week comes, i dont feel like doing it again. what i need, is very different from what i want. and what i want is the absolute opposite of what i need! assuming things continue the way the are, which is exactly it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what am i supposed to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-5887710095064680631?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/5887710095064680631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=5887710095064680631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5887710095064680631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5887710095064680631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/09/wants-versus-needs.html' title='Wants Versus Needs'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-179248263142638918</id><published>2010-09-04T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:46:40.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now imma fat. house. cat.</title><content type='html'>okay lets see. i cant really remember the dates very clearly, so i'l try my best. haha. (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this week, idontknowwhen, i met up w jeremiah! we met for like, brunch, i guess. had Wild Honey! nice leh! exceeded my expectations actually. hahah. i was thinking its going to be some.. i dont know, expensive and not nice food. lol. but its nice actually. and i do want to go back there again! when i have the chance, that is. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then yesterday i met up w eugene and jere for supper! sorta. hahaha. we ended up not eating. sat below some random void deck and just talked till around 1am. then today i went out w jh, bob and eugene for movie! Cats and Dogs, at Illuma. hahah. the movie.. is cute la! but its just! hahaha. abit boring :| lol. as the movie proceeds you'l just be like, whatthehell. LOL. its about this cat that has plans to take over the whole world and the OTHER cats must team up w the dogs to stop the evil cat's plans. hahaha. thats about it. but OKAYYY la. not horrible. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i left the rest for dinner. went home, my uncle picked us up, and off we went! dinner was alright. a little boring, as usual. and then i realised something. eugene&amp;amp;me has the tendency to text each other at every dinner we have tgt! hahahahaha. RIGHT! i bet you realised that too. so funny. sometimes we sit at same table also text. LOL. today got abit more reason la. different table. hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yep! here i am, completely exhausted. i cant believe it! its only 10.45pm and im sooooo tired already! hahaha. thats wayyyy before my normal sleeping time! lol. maybe i should take a bath now. goodbye! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-179248263142638918?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/179248263142638918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=179248263142638918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/179248263142638918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/179248263142638918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/09/now-imma-fat-house-cat.html' title='Now imma fat. house. cat.'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-6637600059430109115</id><published>2010-09-01T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:19:53.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf</title><content type='html'>wtf. just get lost. or maybe i should go. somewhere i wont ever need to see your face again. just a while more. i will go &lt;i&gt;immediately&lt;/i&gt; the moment i can afford to. get out and never turn back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! i want to scream. why the hell should i sit here and suffer. you have problems, not me. and i should take the blame for it? just shut up and get lost. i have had enough of you already. just disappear. or maybe i should. saves YOU the trouble. asshole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-6637600059430109115?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/6637600059430109115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=6637600059430109115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6637600059430109115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6637600059430109115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/09/wtf.html' title='wtf'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-5684710426354576302</id><published>2010-09-01T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:37:28.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its hard to wait around for something you know might never happen; but it’s even harder to give up when you think it’s everything you want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TH0rCTMcGxI/AAAAAAAAAzE/QqQ2QDF_lRg/s1600/SNC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TH0rB9VpteI/AAAAAAAAAy8/g262KTcWtvg/s1600/SNC00112.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its an eventful day! hahaha. so many things happened that i want to blog about im so scared i'l forget to type it in! LOL. lemme thinkkkkkkkkkk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay for one, i went out todayyy for lunch! if you didnt already know, my bolster of twenty years got ripped apart! ): dont know whose head i was trying to rip off while dreaming. maybe its hs. HAHA! im kiddinggggggggggg! heeeeeeeeeees (: SO ANYWAYS, i wanted to get a new one! then daddy brought me to ntuc to choose my bolsterr! hahaha. SO EMBARASSING I TELL YOU! i mean, i dont want the big bolsters, cos its too big! im used to the smaller sized bolsters. and because of that, we had to go the the children section! hahahaha. i had to constantly keep saying out loud it was for a baby at home, not for myself. LOL. paisehhhhhhhhhhhhh lah! plus it was the first thing we grabbed! so i carried my bolster walking around the whole of ntuc. :| OMG! hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TH0rB9VpteI/AAAAAAAAAy8/g262KTcWtvg/s320/SNC00112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511608831616595426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;so cute ahhhhh! those are like, mini bolsters. i waaaant! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TH0rCTMcGxI/AAAAAAAAAzE/QqQ2QDF_lRg/s1600/SNC00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TH0rCTMcGxI/AAAAAAAAAzE/QqQ2QDF_lRg/s320/SNC00115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511608837483535122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha! i told you it was embarassingggggg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it was funn actually. hahah. i never went grocery shopping w daddy before! we got like, everything we needed within 15mins. WOAH. if my mum was there, i think we'd take at least an hour. haha! okay hmm what elseeee. OH YAA! before we went to ntuc, we bumped into my brother at hub. he was w a girl, alone. LOL. damn funny. we said our hi-s and bye-s, then daddy turned to me and said "那个谁来的？没有看过 hor " hahaha! then he started making plans for the interrogation already tgt w my mum. LOL. i think quite funny. but now, he's not even home yet! and both my parents sleep alr. hahaha. i was saying he's going to avoid them. lol! its going to be so interestingggggggg! i missed the last time they interrogated him about the girl he brought back. and i have a feeling im going to miss this one too! since im going out tmr ): AW MAN! )::::::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wa the eyes so cute )::::: its like an alien! reminds me of that Monster Inc. show somehow. haha! )::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was talking to junhao the other day. haha! he had guard duty, and was bored, so he called me to chat. reception was horrible. lol. anyways, wa! i didnt realise guard duty so shiok one. hahaha. i mean, except for the fact that you wake up every 4hours or sth la. its like, you sleep for 4hrs, do guard duty for 2, then rest for another 4 until daybreak. i always thought you had to like, stand there the whole night without moving or something. lololl. OHWELL. pros and cons i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ey i have more to say actually! some funnily interesting thingsssss. hmm. but i cant rmb already! !@#$%^&amp;amp; SIGHHHH. i guess i'l just leave it at here. bubbyeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;am i thinking too much? yes i am. just dont think, everything will turn out well. (:  [ I HOPE SO ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-5684710426354576302?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/5684710426354576302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=5684710426354576302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5684710426354576302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5684710426354576302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/09/there-wasnt-choice-to-begin-with.html' title='Its hard to wait around for something you know might never happen; but it’s even harder to give up when you think it’s everything you want.'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TH0rB9VpteI/AAAAAAAAAy8/g262KTcWtvg/s72-c/SNC00112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-7055021276696503059</id><published>2010-08-29T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T00:06:48.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aish!</title><content type='html'>quite stupid. i just typed, posted, deleted, typed, posted &amp;amp; deleted. lol. guess some things are just better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in all, im just not that strong afterall. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-7055021276696503059?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/7055021276696503059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=7055021276696503059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/7055021276696503059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/7055021276696503059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/08/aish.html' title='Aish!'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-5410157839352710678</id><published>2010-08-29T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:26:06.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination</title><content type='html'>Because i need the determination to persevere till the endddd!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;results were released on friday! I PASSED ! :D so happy can. i seriously feared for my maths. hahaha. luckily the results arent taken into account for our final grade i tell you. but anyways, daddy was being sooooooo funny. hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;me : DADDY DADDY DADDY ! I PASSED I PASSED I PASSED! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;daddy : wah really ah! lucky ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;me : this calls for a celebration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;daddy: ya! today i let you choose what you want to eat la. anything also can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;me : O.K. marina mandarin buffet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;daddy : ok. its time for lunch. lets go macs. buy you a happy meal to celebrate. let you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA. he cute ah! (: oh dont you just love him. hahahaha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANW, my bad habits are coming backkkk! ): i keep sleeping at 3am or later! haha. SIGHHHH. someone tell me how to make me sleeeeep! i think i need a lullaby! ): and since i slept at 3am, i almost couldnt wake up today! hahahaha. its like, the first time THIS YEAR that im going for the game i tell you. after so looong! i managed to drag myself up okay! so proud can. heeeeeeeeeeeeee (: but it wasnt without casualty though! my mummy tried to wake me up, then i accidentally kicked her when i was rolling on my bed. haha. then when i tried to roll myself off the bed, halfway i decided not to, so i began rolling myself back up the bed. THEN, my ankle kicked the edge of the bed. DAMN PAIN CANN! ): i scream also nobody come. they only told me to hurry wake up. hahaha. horrible family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was this bunch of people training cheerleading outside the place we had our game i think. HAHA. so funny. after one set, i went outside to the toilet, then they asked me if i was interested to join them. i said no i fear heights. LOL. i think if i take up cheerleading my bones will all break at like an amazing rate! hahah. ANW, i was dead beat by the end of the whole thing. WAAAAAA. we took xiaoshu's car to hub, then had lunch there. came back home, slumped on the sofaa, slept. LOL. seriously! i think my stamina sucks like crazy. cant even remember the last time i exercised! hahaha. its that bad. or maybe the last time was when we actually had our napfa. run 2.4km. haha! maybeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh. its already 12.21am. i didnt leave house this whole week you know! haha. like, at all. not even to buy lunch or dinner or anything. except today, that is. i know. i cant believe myself too. hahaha. i think thats why, im so bored these days! i have like nothing literally, left to do already. exhausted my list of shows to watch and everyth alr. SIGH. its so boring. nothing to look fwd to each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay im going to continue my boring life alr. goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-5410157839352710678?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/5410157839352710678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=5410157839352710678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5410157839352710678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5410157839352710678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/08/determination.html' title='Determination'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-2124121555056629908</id><published>2010-08-27T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T02:38:49.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taecyeon-Yoona! ♥</title><content type='html'>HAHA. i think they are like so cuuuute! absolutely adorable! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you can see, its currently 1.44am and im still hooked. HAHAH. i wanted to go sleep at like, 12plus after that episode already. BUT IT TURNED OUT SO GOOD! i cant stop it now. hahahah. OH-EM-GEEEEEEE! AYYYYYYYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit im acting like some crazy fan. lolol. recently been stuck on various kvariety. &amp;amp; the best part is i think they're all absolutely interesting. HAHA. aye what to do. whole day stuck at home whaat. even daddy told me to get out of the house! LOL. i annoyed him too much already. hahah =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yea. ive like, money forcibly deposited into my account. OMG. i mean, i want to use it, because there are things i want to get! and thats exactly the reason why its deposited. BUTTTTTT. i feel so bad using it ): strikes on my conscience. haha. ohnooooo. tell me what to do ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay forget it. results are most prolly coming out tmr, or rather later. OMG. ): howwwww! SIGHHHH ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[UPDATE - 2.38am]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xegjnr?additionalInfos=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xegjnr?additionalInfos=0" width="480" height="270" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xegjnr_ramensouprsep14-3x5_fun"&gt;RamensoupRsEp14.3x5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/foszn2"&gt;foszn2&lt;/a&gt;. - &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/en/channel/fun"&gt;Watch more comedy videos and sitcoms. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sweet part's from 8.40 onwards (: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-2124121555056629908?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/2124121555056629908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=2124121555056629908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2124121555056629908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2124121555056629908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/08/taecyeon-yoona.html' title='Taecyeon-Yoona! ♥'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-1788728380474969941</id><published>2010-08-23T14:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:30:52.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Must-watch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oEr-62lTq9k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oEr-62lTq9k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch it till the end! i laughed like a crazy woman. HAHAHA! okay time for lunch! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-1788728380474969941?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/1788728380474969941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=1788728380474969941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1788728380474969941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1788728380474969941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/08/absolutely-must-watch.html' title='Absolutely Must-watch!'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-6271552890694417281</id><published>2010-08-22T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T01:38:26.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>downright horrible.</title><content type='html'>cant someone just frigging turn off the water supply or something. just let me dehydrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-6271552890694417281?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/6271552890694417281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=6271552890694417281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6271552890694417281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/6271552890694417281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/08/downright-horrible.html' title='downright horrible.'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-2381867237321930571</id><published>2010-08-19T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T15:13:51.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow &amp; easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;im in the middle of downloading songs for daddyyyy! and its taking soooo friggin' long! dont know why, so i decided to come here and update whilst waiting! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TGzTWO289iI/AAAAAAAAAy0/AIVtpU-pX18/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507008823266440738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;dont know if you can see it clearly. but so expensive hor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;found this when i was trying to clear my pooter of rubbish. haha! ayeee. school's going to start soon! cant say im especially exhilarated at that, but at least its going to be a brand new beginning! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time time time. ive calmed down, thought a lot. theres just these times in life, where you just feel terribly tired. and i think this is one of the times for me. luckily for this break, i had the time to really slow down, catch my breath &amp;amp; reflect on everything. its the time to remind myself to not get so impatient, not get so rash and just quietly listen. its an achievement for me to do that actually. and because ive accomplished that before, i dont think its actually impossible for me to do that again. i think the point is just to constantly remind myself to keep cool. to take things slow&amp;amp;easy. theres no need to rush, because we have all the time in the world. take your time to slowly look around your surroundings and try to look beyond the surface. a human face encompasses many emotions, and hides as many. yeh thats kinda the moral of the story. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think im hunching my back too much already. please remind me if you see me hunching ever again when you see me. slap my back, literally. hahaha. im serious! nobody to remind me i keep hunching, later i become hunchback ): okk thats all! btw, I WANT PHOTOSHOP! anyone who has the crack or anything please kindly give me ): i wannt to playyyyyyyyy! pweeeeeetty peekturezxzx! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-2381867237321930571?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/2381867237321930571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=2381867237321930571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2381867237321930571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/2381867237321930571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/08/slow-easy.html' title='Slow &amp; easy.'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TGzTWO289iI/AAAAAAAAAy0/AIVtpU-pX18/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-8842518646723860399</id><published>2010-08-17T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T01:21:34.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises promises..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TGluX0qFGCI/AAAAAAAAAys/z-lKzmjeT1k/s1600/SNC00108.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not very long ago, i actually said to myself im never EVER, going to do anything like that again. thats precisely why i waited so long! to hope and keep faith that one day, it will all work out well. this is just tremendously horrible. i talked things out yesterday. its just, stupid, to see us wasting time like that. this sucked, like hell. im glad you took it well, or so you tried to make it seem like that in front of me at least. seriously. if anyone makes me do something like that ever again, IM GOING TO &lt;i&gt;MURDER&lt;/i&gt; YOU! like, really! with a chopper ok. haha. but on the bright side, at least thats one down, sorta.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i actually &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;realised that i missed practice again on saturday! HAHAH! so early hor. heeeeeeeee :D im having second thoughts about joining at all alreadyy. concert's in nov, practices only start now! plus its once a weekkkk. where got enough time! PLUS, i missed 2 already! hahah. so hard to catch up. lazy luhhhh =x we'l see how again next week. lol (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YA. speaking of practices, my daddy was being very funny the other day. i was just randomly singing, as i usually do at home, then he suddenly said, "Why not I send you for singing lessons lah?" HAHAHAHA. i was literally stunned i tell you. i stared at his face for like 10seconds then asked him "you siao ah?" LOL. really! hahahahah. i told him arbo you give me the money go shopping. after i finish shopping then i come back and sing for you again. everyday sing also can. hahahah. daaaaamn funny. then he was like, "im serious!" lolol. crazyyyy. dont even know where he got that thought suddenly. i asked him why and he said, "cos mummy wants to be 星妈. WTH. craziest reason ever please. &amp;amp; i thought i was crazy enough! hehhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;! today i have some peekturezxzxzx! :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TGluX0qFGCI/AAAAAAAAAys/z-lKzmjeT1k/s1600/SNC00108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TGluX0qFGCI/AAAAAAAAAys/z-lKzmjeT1k/s320/SNC00108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506053374988326946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TGluXTHj4EI/AAAAAAAAAyk/GeeBO4-Kt8A/s1600/SNC00106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TGluXTHj4EI/AAAAAAAAAyk/GeeBO4-Kt8A/s320/SNC00106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506053365985173570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CUTE HORRRRRRRRRR! :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ask me for tissues! im going to forever bring them! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TGluWwOArnI/AAAAAAAAAyc/YQXwVlzjTJk/s1600/SNC00109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TGluWwOArnI/AAAAAAAAAyc/YQXwVlzjTJk/s320/SNC00109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506053356616986226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TGluWYFQ6qI/AAAAAAAAAyU/dq2pw7ct5nk/s1600/SNC00105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TGluWYFQ6qI/AAAAAAAAAyU/dq2pw7ct5nk/s320/SNC00105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506053350137850530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS HILARIOUS. we were playing, then these were the cards left in my hands. HAHAHAH. damn funny i tell you. laugh until i roll on the floor. hahaha! no kidding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay its already 1.20am! when sw gets back w more pictures from the previous outing i might post them! afterall its all on fb, abit stupid to put here ah. hahah. see how laaa! nightnight everyone! see you in piggyland! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-8842518646723860399?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/8842518646723860399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=8842518646723860399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/8842518646723860399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/8842518646723860399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/08/promises-promises.html' title='Promises promises..'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TGluX0qFGCI/AAAAAAAAAys/z-lKzmjeT1k/s72-c/SNC00108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-3605135089052219795</id><published>2010-08-15T00:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:24:24.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CANT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just now i wanted to bathe, but my parents were going to sleep already. so i used the bathroom in the kitchen. then then then. i turned on the shower, the whole place blacked out. :| i stunned for like, 5seconds, then started to scream. OMG! thats a very horrible thing. i always disliked going to the kitchen at night! to me it always feels like a really creepy place at night. then IT BLACKED OUT! and its 7th mth please! i just kept screaming until my korkor announced his arrival outside. he provided some light w his hp also, so it was a little assuring. turns out its the heater that has a problem. short circuited the whole house when i tried to on it. OMG. damn scary please ): ): ): i was shaking by the time i came out. papa told me to bathe the other side. i went to the other toilet and started crying. OMG ): my hands were shaking when holding the shower handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know this sounds so weak. but i dont know! its just so scary and theres nobody there for me! ): tell me what to doooo! ): ): ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-3605135089052219795?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/3605135089052219795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=3605135089052219795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3605135089052219795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/3605135089052219795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/08/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-5496102446635200167</id><published>2010-08-14T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:14:27.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right or Wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TGaV6zmYtVI/AAAAAAAAAyM/SZIZCRK-jO4/s1600/SNC00104.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i just typed a load of crap, deleted it, retyped, then deleted. HAHA. i read through and decided it was redundant you see. AIYOH. end of story, it just boils down to one single thing. Nobody in the world has the right to point a finger at anyone else and say "this is right/wrong". dont ask me what that means, i dont know. i dont know what i want, dont know what to expect. or rather, i dont even want to harbour any expectations. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, LONG TIME NO SEE! i havent blogged since the start of the week i guess! hahah. okay lemme think. Tuesdayyyyy. i got to meet up w the rest of the clique! namely, edric, joanne, guozhi, hoishek, josiah, junhong and ann! *thinks reeeeeeally hard* okay i cant remember really clearly, so i'l try my best. hahah. we met up at about 1 at marina to eat. oh ya we ate Carls' Junior! yepyep. ate till around 2plus, then guozhi joined us. we wanted to watch this this this this..........dance movie. HAHA. i cant rmb laaa. but then there werent any slots available i think. so we decided to head over to dohby to check out! afterall they have like, cathay+gv. lolol. so yep! edric being in the process of transforming into a man decided to make us all walk w him. HAHAHAH. damn funny i tell you. the difference between army boys and non-army boys. we walked to this traffic light, but it was red. so have to wait ma. all of us stopped at like a little further from the junction, cos it was shaded by the trees (3pm in the afternoon you know! hawwwwt!). then edric one person walk in front just stood in the sun waiting for the traffic light to turn green. LOL. we were all laughing at the difference! ahhhh. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after like a dreadful half hour of walking, we realised we were walking the totally opposite direction! HAHAHA. apparently we were all so engrossed in our own individual conversations that we didnt realise it sooner! okay maybe im a little to blame. jo&amp;amp;i were walking in front, kinda. but they didnt stop us! so we just kept walking straight. hahah. OHWELLL. we found out that we were pretty close to Bugis though! lol. guozhi was hungry, so they decided to go eat the chicken rice. didnt manage to find it, and they settled for this beef noodle store instead. like funny only! at the beef noodle there only guozhi ate, one big bowl of noodles. walk out, go to the chicken rice store just next to it, then guozhi &amp;amp; edric both ate chicken rice. LOL. like whaaaaaaaaaat?! guozhi just ate like a few seconds ago and edric ate not long too! like, 1hr ago. hahahah. BOYZXZXZX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eat eat eat eat eat, then we decided to have some fun! since we were most prolly not in time for movie anymore. hahaha. headed to Minds Cafe opp Pomo. made them all play Monopoly Deal w me. HAHAHA. the whole 3hrs we just played Monopoly Deal. hahahahahahaha. IM SORRYYYYYY! eh but you cant deny its fun right! lolol. so nice to have 7 people play tgt. your birthday already 14m in pocket alr! HAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy hour there ended at 6, so we paid and left. walked to Cathay and had Astons for dinner! ann joined us then after her work. ate chat talked, then someone came up w the brilliant idea of going to jh's house. YAY! so off we went! not bad what. he could fix the Wii on the spot and return it to me(hopefully). but in the end! its still at his house status quo. ): hahaha. we just kinda played Band Hero the whole time. so funny! i dont even know whats the diff between Guitar and Band Hero! i typed Guitar then rmbed its actually Band. hahah. so dumbbb. everythings the same luh! cheat me only. lolol. played till around 10plus 11 then we went home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess you could say Wednesdayy and Thursdayy werent happening at all. hahah. i just stayed at home and anime-ed. BORINGGGG. Friday was more interesting! i met the IG people for dinner! again! hahah. but as usual, without josiah, AGAIN! ): baka. next time dont ask you out alr. hahhaa. everybody come tell me you anti-social ah. LOL. we were supposed to meet at 7, but by the time everyone got here it was already 8plus! had Manhatten for dinner. took LOADS of peekturezxzx! hahah. so long since i spammed taking photos! lucky no ugly ones. hehhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TGaVks0pctI/AAAAAAAAAyE/NwjKEmcRVTU/s320/SNC00103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505252052246819538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;somehow i think its quite funny. HAHA. i was staring at stella cos of sth she said i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TGaV6zmYtVI/AAAAAAAAAyM/SZIZCRK-jO4/s320/SNC00104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505252432023172434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walked around, got their stuffs and everything. then it was 10plus already! hahah. it was like, Friday the 13th PLUS 7th Month. i think everyone wanted to go back early. LOL. no la im kidding. but yep! went back, bathed, anime-ed, slept! and today's saturday already! i keep thinking today's sunday, yesterday's saturday :| hahah whats wrong! i think stay at home too long i lose track of time. LOL. okay nothing more. im gna go nowww. bye! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-5496102446635200167?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/5496102446635200167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=5496102446635200167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5496102446635200167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5496102446635200167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/08/right-or-wrong.html' title='Right or Wrong?'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_gVGEKZhP1RM/TGaVks0pctI/AAAAAAAAAyE/NwjKEmcRVTU/s72-c/SNC00103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922677.post-4038608894908828642</id><published>2010-08-09T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:58:56.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 45th Birthday Singapore!</title><content type='html'>yep. as the title suggests, i finally got a clear indication of how old Singapore is today! yayyy! *clap clap :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, i think the NDP sucked big time. came back home only at around 745, watched the performance from 745-830, and i guess kit chan singing the original version of "Home" might actually be the best part already. hahaha. seriously! all the lip-syncing and everything. PLUS, they changed the tunes of all the classic songs we sing at every national day to some funny funny notes. aiyohhhhhhhh! there was rap too. like, RAP?! hahaha. soooo, wierd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okayy enough of NDP. today i didnt turn blonde! hahahaha. but i turned brownnnn. cheat my feelings lor! they said its GLOSSY BROWN. but the end result is like copper brown or something please. make me happy for nothing only ): ): OHWELL. at least its spread quite evenly! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay ive gotta go back to my Monopoly Deal. HAHAH. its friggin addictive. everyday my papa bugs me to play also. it takes over mahjong completely already can. hahaha. but fun. you all should try it! he's calling me now. bye! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-4038608894908828642?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/4038608894908828642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=4038608894908828642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4038608894908828642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4038608894908828642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-45th-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy 45th Birthday Singapore!'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-8976993759200889408</id><published>2010-08-09T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T02:00:20.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet sweet freedom! :D</title><content type='html'>ayeee. freedom tastes perfectly sweet indeed. haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the funny thing is, i had like so many freaking tonnes of shows i wanted to catch when i should be studying for exams! now that they're over, i find myself suddenly left with NONE. :| hahah so wierdddddd!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh anyway, i just realised its national day (since its going to be 2am now) but i dont know what age it is this year! hahah. waaaa. lost track already. stuffs like public holidays dont really matter when everyday's like a holiday right. lolol. tmr/later's going to be the big dayyy! im gna turn blonde and start being an apple fan! FINALLY. :D :D :D :D excited only! hahahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;missed the practice on saturday. xy didnt go! and if she doesnt, i'l be left aloneeeee! ): haha so i decided to skip for the day! but i dont even think that we'd have enough practice! actual day's in nov, AND ITS ALREADY AUGUST! how! hahah. sectionals itself takes up so much time, plus the combined... WOAH. not to mention the fact that practices are only held once a week. likeeee.. cmi. hahah. BUT OHWELL. its all in the name of fun! i have to face my ugly past anyway. HAHA. im sooooooooo looking fwd to the concert! hahahah. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay its 2am already. time to sleep! goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-8976993759200889408?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/8976993759200889408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=8976993759200889408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/8976993759200889408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/8976993759200889408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweet-sweet-freedom-d.html' title='Sweet sweet freedom! :D'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-1037556777766425207</id><published>2010-08-04T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:20:21.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPIDITY</title><content type='html'>ANGRY ANGRY ANGRY!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO STUPID. SO CARELESS. SO...EVERYTHING! OMG IM SO ANGRY! AHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;): ): ): ): ): ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just hope everything can go well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday should be quite frustrating too. im trying my best to not let that happen. jiayou ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is just absolutely horrifying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-1037556777766425207?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/1037556777766425207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=1037556777766425207' title='0 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe im just thinking too muchhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-5605014138461589720?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/5605014138461589720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=5605014138461589720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5605014138461589720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/5605014138461589720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/08/nizainali.html' title='nizainali'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-1030408256713192340</id><published>2010-07-31T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T12:16:44.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big girls dont cry (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BAs55Csw38Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BAs55Csw38Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Da Da Da Da&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your skin lingers on me now&lt;br /&gt;You're probably on your flight back to your home town&lt;br /&gt;I need some shelter of my own protection baby&lt;br /&gt;To be with myself and center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That this has nothing to do with you&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path that I'm walking&lt;br /&gt;I must go alone&lt;br /&gt;I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full grown&lt;br /&gt;Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?&lt;br /&gt;And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the little school mate in the school yard&lt;br /&gt;We'll play jacks and uno cards&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your best friend and you'll be my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Yes you can hold my hand if you want to&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to hold yours too&lt;br /&gt;We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds&lt;br /&gt;But it's time for me to go home&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late, dark outside&lt;br /&gt;I need to be with myself and center, clarity&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-1030408256713192340?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/1030408256713192340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=1030408256713192340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1030408256713192340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/1030408256713192340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-girls-dont-cry.html' title='Big girls dont cry (:'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-7123972983707224327</id><published>2010-07-30T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T16:33:04.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you have to live with uncertainty, you may as well pursue what you care about deeply.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. i got that from eugene! mm. i was just talking to some people. not that it actually helps improve the situation or anything, its actually nice and heartwarming, to know that there are people out there &lt;i&gt;for&lt;/i&gt; me. concerned about me, stuffs like that. and yes even the stalker. hahah. aside the stalking thing, i cant deny theres concern beneath that. so i thank every single one. you are the people who keep me going when im so lost and tired. i just knew it was the right thing to turn to you! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im actually currently tapping on other people's network noww. so im praying this would post successfully!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets see.. its already friday, AND I HAVENT STUDIED MUCH! all ive done is kinda finished maths at least, and micro econs chapt1-3! OMG. im so so so so dead. i have like 5 more chapters of micro, and 7 more chapters of macro to go ): sian. i just cant get past chapt4 of micro! sickeningly turn-off i tell you. haha. yesterday i was so in the mood to study, i finished chapts 1-3 in like, 1plus hour. then i flipped to chapt 4, and my brain switched off automatically. LOL. wa really. and today because it was raining sooo heavily in the morning, i couldnt get myself up to go to the library! miraulously, xueting also texted me to tell me she wasnt coming today. like, fated sia. hahahahha! so now im at home, enjoying the comfort of my bed, teevee, and laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohohoh! talking about teevee. tmr's officially the last day of our scv stb! lol. what a shame. the unofficial one in the dining room doesnt have the recording functionnnn. ): plus it cant read chinese characters, cant check the schedule of other programs, cant see multiple channels at once, and &lt;i&gt;its freaking placed inside the dining room! &lt;/i&gt;so small! only one sofa there. the other place is taken up by the desktop , wardrobe, bookshelf, ironing board and everything else! tsk. the only &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; good thing is the unlimited channels. ah sigh. the opportunity costs ): OHWELLLL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im still sick! quite sick actually. it goes from bad to worse! now im coughing as if im trying to get some internal organs out. seen two doctors alreadyyyy. NOT-HELPING-AT-ALL! sometimes i wonder if they did something to the cough mixture. from an occasional dry cough to like a pneumonia/tuberculosis cough in a span of one weeeek! ): horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enoughhh. im getting back to my manga. goodbye! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-7123972983707224327?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/7123972983707224327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=7123972983707224327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/7123972983707224327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/7123972983707224327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/07/nice.html' title='Nice.'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-8778659500421878994</id><published>2010-07-28T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T00:31:15.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jelly legs</title><content type='html'>i woke up today, stood up, fell down. groggily, i stood up again, fell down immediately again. WAA. then i felt so giddy. i sat down to cool my head, then hopped to the toilet when i was feeling better. while i was brushing teeth, my whole body felt funny. i rinsed my mouth, then i vomited OMG. :| then i hurry hurry rushed back to my bed to lie down before the nausea acted up again. after some rest then okay already. like, WOAH. drama only. hahah. daddy says its the lack of nutrition. :| ohwell. i hope it doesnt happen again tmr!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tmr a whole bunch of them are enlisting! haha. i dont understand why they're all like making it sound as if they're not gonna come backk. lol. i know its not in my position to comment cos im not the one going through it and everything, but reallly. just keep faith that you'l come back as a man. LOL. everything will be fine. takkaire people! :D meet up soon okayyyyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay im off now. goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-8778659500421878994?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/8778659500421878994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=8778659500421878994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/8778659500421878994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/8778659500421878994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/07/jelly-legs_28.html' title='Jelly legs'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8922677.post-4338306316298813811</id><published>2010-07-27T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:32:24.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep sleep sleep</title><content type='html'>today i finally got to start on a little studying!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats actually all. just a little notes writing for 2hrs or so. and its only maths! haha. econs is totally untouched. anyway, im having a headache. a horrible one. for 2 days already! ): i used to have that once. hoping it wouldnt last! PLUS, im like currently feeling so warm, im even perspiring! but my hands and feet are damn freaking cold. :| WHY WHY WHY. i have no fever ley ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay im gna go study at the library tmrrr at 10! its already 11.30. need to sleep soon! goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922677-4338306316298813811?l=rayndays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/feeds/4338306316298813811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8922677&amp;postID=4338306316298813811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4338306316298813811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8922677/posts/default/4338306316298813811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayndays.blogspot.com/2010/07/sleep-sleep-sleep.html' title='Sleep sleep sleep'/><author><name>-c aro l *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04634553397893947618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
