<?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-10890236</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:09:40.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Archives.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>516</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-8392338056187225639</id><published>2007-05-09T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:18:02.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be my last post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Feel so wasted, 2 years plus of archives.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do tag at the board still from the link at my Lj.&lt;br /&gt;http://vodkalisque.livejournal.com. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye Blogger.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-8392338056187225639?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8392338056187225639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8392338056187225639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/05/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-977380231529473471</id><published>2007-05-08T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T13:34:59.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MCQ today has been the first paper that I'd time to even sing. Aheh heh. I think Yuwen was irritated cos when I was humming I heard him swear fuck. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays are always Gelare waffles day. Ahaha. Gonna head down there in a bit to have an Amaths hardcore session with Imee mee(As called by Eric) and yes, Eric. I mean, who else is able to guild us on Maths? Weirong maybe but she'll get impatient soooo...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been having enough sleep for days. The routine of waking up at 6 and sleeping at one has been going on for days during this whole hectic exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final result?&lt;br /&gt;- Me looking like &lt;i&gt;an authentic panda bear flown in straight from Beijing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be shifting soon to &lt;a href="http://vodkalisque.livejournal.com"&gt;Livejournal&lt;/a&gt;, I haven't spread the link yet and don't plan to first before I get the site constructed pretty. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you guys know on the first hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-977380231529473471?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/977380231529473471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/977380231529473471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/05/mcq-today-has-been-first-paper-that-id.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-2008508750888067831</id><published>2007-05-05T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:24:44.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright I'd unknowingly went on a hiatus. It's unintentional, I'd just been too preoccupied with other stuff online - like blogshopping. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bloody fun. And I got some others hooked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four more days to freedom, and trust me you'll see me back here again when time's on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-2008508750888067831?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2008508750888067831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2008508750888067831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/05/alright-id-unknowingly-went-on-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-404654752970669728</id><published>2007-04-30T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T14:59:03.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lady luck was on my side today for Geog paper. Imagine you studying for only three topics of Physical Geog and you get to do two questions of everything not out of your content for what you'd learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool shit MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really good after the paper, though I know I could have done better since I threw a whole load of bullshit for my other two Human Geog questions, like a load lifted off your chest. Kinda feel lighter but I know it's surreal FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiru's birthday was yeaterday. Lucky I don't have my birthday falling in the midst of examination periods.. Cos it just sucks. No worries we'll celebrate after the whole midyears shit like I'd promised dearest. (: !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's birthday's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost track of how old she would be, and I just asked her about a spilt second ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How old do you turn tomorrow Mee? 50 ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tsk where got so old!"&lt;br /&gt;"Then what? 47 meh? So young."&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah. 50 minus 1."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, like that makes a diff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck I haven't got her anything nooo. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lousy daughter, taking in account for all the things she had ever done for me. I know she's a great mother. Greater than many other mums I'd heard of. The only mum that agrees with me that Ahlians that wear laces are disgusting and the only mum that people watch with me when we go shopping together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. I haven't got her anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shit ah stressed stressed stressed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-404654752970669728?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/404654752970669728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/404654752970669728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/lady-luck-was-on-my-side-today-for-geog.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-3395908455418288564</id><published>2007-04-29T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:47:34.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RjSv51fKDKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/bQ10Sk3M2Xg/s1600-h/I_Care_For_You_by_flamingbambi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RjSv51fKDKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/bQ10Sk3M2Xg/s320/I_Care_For_You_by_flamingbambi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058861689589075106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-3395908455418288564?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3395908455418288564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3395908455418288564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RjSv51fKDKI/AAAAAAAAAoU/bQ10Sk3M2Xg/s72-c/I_Care_For_You_by_flamingbambi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-6405333645188421737</id><published>2007-04-27T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:58:38.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RjIdKVfKDJI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ZaMWrOJt-ZU/s1600-h/SPOILED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RjIdKVfKDJI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ZaMWrOJt-ZU/s320/SPOILED.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058137394894212242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is 'MISSYABBY III in Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;And her full name is Abigail Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I love my name for misspelling my name on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Now people won't think that I spell spoilt as &lt;i&gt;spoiled.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-6405333645188421737?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6405333645188421737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6405333645188421737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/her-name-is-missyabby-iii-in-friendster.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RjIdKVfKDJI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ZaMWrOJt-ZU/s72-c/SPOILED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-8306033808914289187</id><published>2007-04-25T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:42:16.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I,&lt;br /&gt;am a murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;Stepped on two snails on my way to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;Feel &lt;s&gt;remourseful&lt;/s&gt; remorseful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-8306033808914289187?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8306033808914289187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8306033808914289187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-murderer.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-8547243497620415744</id><published>2007-04-24T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:36:34.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Ri4VrA8X2DI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Y4CNXyAaJlQ/s1600-h/letgobykrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Ri4VrA8X2DI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Y4CNXyAaJlQ/s400/letgobykrows.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057003260315424818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nano for dying on me when I need you most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;You weren't the first to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-8547243497620415744?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8547243497620415744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8547243497620415744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/expectations-kills.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Ri4VrA8X2DI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Y4CNXyAaJlQ/s72-c/letgobykrows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-1414887210115910884</id><published>2007-04-24T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:46:03.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was so bored today I made a list of what I had to eat. I couldn't understand why people find it funny. What so funny about wanting to eat what you wanna eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can strike the first one off my list already - Gelare Waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens to be a Tuesday today and I craved it and Price asked to meet at Siglap. The pieces fitted and I knew God was having a plan for me to step my feet into that forsakenly sinnable place to sit down and have a good large waffle topped with a scoop of Chocolate Chip Mint Fudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied a little at McD after that while Price used her lappy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I broke my record on how many people I met today that I know.&lt;br /&gt;- 8 people in less than half of the stretch of Siglap in 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..It's becoming a common hangout place, I don't like it and Price would go at this moment, 'Me neither.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-1414887210115910884?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1414887210115910884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1414887210115910884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-so-bored-today-i-made-list-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-8334848402842533495</id><published>2007-04-23T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:18:18.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;On this fateful day one year ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered weeping hard like a sober kid that didn't get her favourite doll. My eyes turned so puffy the morning after, that they look just like -_- ..this. My thoughts were so mixed up like a bunch of entangled wires that I didn't know how to even comprehend how I felt when someone shot that cliche question of are you okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how much I'd remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of it now.&lt;br /&gt;I was silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly like a clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started for you today.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're doing great and let's just forget about what we'd agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Simran Gill&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Shahirah &lt;s&gt;Bte Abdul Azhur&lt;/s&gt; Price&lt;/strong&gt; (did I get it correct anyway?),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/vodkalimey/cornsunite.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v73/vodkalimey/cornsunite.jpg" height="1363" width="330" style="border: 0pt solid black;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys have been the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-8334848402842533495?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8334848402842533495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8334848402842533495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-this-fateful-day-one-year-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-3230438864022346</id><published>2007-04-22T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:11:57.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fdesperatelyme.free.fr%2Fsounds%2FWalk%20Away%20-%20Christina%20Aguilera.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it hurts my soul, 'cause I can't let go,&lt;br /&gt;All these walls are caving in, I can't stop my suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to show that I lost control cause I,&lt;br /&gt;keep going right back to the one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..To walk away from.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really beautiful song in a twisted kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera have always been my all time favourite ever since I heard her first hit Genie In a Bottle when I was primary two. I saved up so badly to buy her album. It was my first owned CD ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this. My allowance was only $1.50 a day. I saved 50 cents everyday to reach 20 kachings to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took.. 40 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I have problems managing my allowance now that it's more than 5 times of what I used to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I realised I lost the CD.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone else could ever imitate her style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some attempts to prove that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=_6NkFloLJuw"&gt;Johanna.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=pBpHzfzM4a0&amp;mode=related&amp;search="&gt;AnonymousSinger.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're good.&lt;br /&gt;But they spoil the whole X factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm being biased here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-3230438864022346?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3230438864022346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3230438864022346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-it-hurts-my-soul-cause-i-cant-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-4022553475181295773</id><published>2007-04-21T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T21:46:03.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel... really faint at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it feels like even when you poke a thousand needles up my ass I probably won't even feel any pain anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eh fuck, not emo okay. For all those who had their train of thoughts along that line already.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it's due to the excessive long hours of studying, but I'm not sure yet if they would pay off for Midyears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dozed off after I finished my SBQ section and wrote probably one and a half paras of my first Venice essay and wrote an opening line for my other second essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mentioned that I actually studied for it and knew the answers but just was lazy to write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a fucker. Lena Poh says she'll look through the papers and screw those that didn't put in any effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her list would probably look something like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Confirm screw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vishal.&lt;br /&gt;2. Daryl.&lt;br /&gt;3. Changsheng.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Abygail.&lt;/em&gt; (darkhorse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamnit godamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the study session today at Mp Library with funny jokes that tickled my funny bones so much. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite one is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you get when you cross Bambi with a ghost?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bam-boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHA WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I still feel like I'm gonna faint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-4022553475181295773?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4022553475181295773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4022553475181295773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-8406103705616700365</id><published>2007-04-21T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T00:46:08.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'd realised,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;That a friend that I used to be really close to during my lower secondary years still had the thought to want to get me a present and she paid 2/3 of the price of the Espirit Speg I was craving today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That they were two other people who I went out today that also dressed black from top to toe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I could probably pull it off being an EmoKid for today. But I think my hair gives it away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I cannot go to VJC anymore &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; in my entire life even though I love the Snapple Vending Machine they have in their canteen cos it's fucking cool to be able to drink Snapple everyday and look at the Real Facts shit under the seal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the reason why I cannot go there anymore is that I mustn't meet the girl that dropped her pen on the floor in a crowd. And I happened to spot the pen and wanted it and chucked it in my bag gingerly to make sure no one was looking.. when she tapped me on my shoulder and went, 'Um the blue pen you just picked up right.. I dropped it.'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That if I do go there in the near future, Price is still gonna laugh in my face about that incident.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That Vj's ISC Nite's quite a blast because it was cool to see guys dancing with so much ego on stage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THAT SIMRAN GILL MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND IS FUCKING HOT AND SO CAN SHAKE HER BOOTIES. We were so proud of her we wrote her a note on foolscape and bought her M&amp;Ms. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That taking walks from VJ to Kembangan just to take a bus isn't all that bad with the company of your best friend, with topics about anything filling the silence 24/7.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I still can't go high on swings without Price pushing me, just like how it was like when we were 7 or 8.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That she still likes to play the 'Who can throw their shoes further while swinging' game.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That people do make out in toilets. We came across a cubicle in Kembangan Plaza about 11 at night. There were two pairs of feet when I peered underneath to see if anyone was inside. One of the pair wore white pumps. The other, black Converse sneakers. Fuck, so fucked up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That the more people may appear to look okay, the more you know they're trying too hard to show the world that they're in a piece on the inside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That it's 1242am already and I have SS mock test tomorrow at 730.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;But, time's the one being the bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-8406103705616700365?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8406103705616700365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8406103705616700365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/id-realised-that-friend-that-i-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-2289958526476097531</id><published>2007-04-20T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T13:47:19.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have something to declare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to shop to feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-2289958526476097531?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2289958526476097531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2289958526476097531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-something-to-declare.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-721681088451419996</id><published>2007-04-18T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:18:14.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiY17vj2WhI/AAAAAAAAAnU/hgr8-eQ7Zmk/s1600-h/SGF+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiY17vj2WhI/AAAAAAAAAnU/hgr8-eQ7Zmk/s320/SGF+130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054786932265343506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's just hard to act cute like this and not get caught dead by someone else before you even try to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this shot sometime ago when Price and me went for the Singapore Garden Festival at Suntec City, and it was a little forgotten until I looked through my folders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm oozing blood everywhere, fuck the pimples man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-721681088451419996?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/721681088451419996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/721681088451419996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/sometimes-its-just-hard-to-act-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiY17vj2WhI/AAAAAAAAAnU/hgr8-eQ7Zmk/s72-c/SGF+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-7549768732060355700</id><published>2007-04-17T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:49:59.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>0 smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;0 smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;0 done weed&lt;br /&gt;X kissed a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;X drank something alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X been in love&lt;br /&gt;X been dumped&lt;br /&gt;X shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;0 been fired&lt;br /&gt;0 been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;0 been arrested&lt;br /&gt;0 made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;0 gone out on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X had a crush on an older person&lt;br /&gt;X skipped school&lt;br /&gt;0 slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;X seen someone/something die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 had/have a crush on one of your FRIENDSTER friends&lt;br /&gt;0 been to Paris&lt;br /&gt;0 been to Spain&lt;br /&gt;X been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;0 thrown up from drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;X been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;0 met someone BECAUSE of myspace&lt;br /&gt;0 been mosh pitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;0 taken pain killers&lt;br /&gt;X love/like someone right now&lt;br /&gt;X laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;_ made a snow angel &lt;em&gt;(What's a snow angel?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;X flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;X built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;X gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;X played dress up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;0 gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;X cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;0 been lonely&lt;br /&gt;X fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X used a fake/someone else's ID&lt;br /&gt;X watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;0 felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;0 killed a snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X been tickled&lt;br /&gt;X been robbed/vandalized&lt;br /&gt;0 robbed someone&lt;br /&gt;X been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;0 pet a reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X won a contest &lt;em&gt;(when I was lil would that be counted?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;0 had detention.&lt;br /&gt;X been in a car/motorcycle accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 had/have braces&lt;br /&gt;X eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;X had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;0 danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X hated the way you look&lt;br /&gt;X witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;0 pole danced.&lt;br /&gt;0 questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;0 been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X squashed barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;X been lost&lt;br /&gt;X been to the opposite side of the world&lt;br /&gt;X swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;0 felt like you were dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;X played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;X recently coloured with crayons/colored, pencils/markers.&lt;br /&gt;X sang karaoke&lt;br /&gt;X paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;X made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;X laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;X kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 written a letter to Santa Clause&lt;br /&gt;0 been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;X watched the sun set with someone you care/cared about&lt;br /&gt;X blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;X made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;0 have traveled more than 5 days with a car full of people&lt;br /&gt;X gone roller skating/ blading&lt;br /&gt;X had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;0 humped a monkey &lt;em&gt;(FUCK NO?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;0 jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;0 screamed "penis" at a sport game.&lt;br /&gt;X swimming with dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X got your tongue stuck to a pole/freezer/ice cube&lt;br /&gt;0 kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;X worn the opposite sex clothes&lt;br /&gt;0 sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;0 can do a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;X talked on the phone for more than 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;X stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;X climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;0 had/been in a tree house&lt;br /&gt;0 aren't scared to watch scary movies alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;X have/had more than 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;0 gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;0 been in jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, I'd done only 59 out of 125 crazy things. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-7549768732060355700?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7549768732060355700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7549768732060355700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/0-smoked-cigarette-0-smoked-cigar-0.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-5270991872698663307</id><published>2007-04-16T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T23:20:52.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post no. 500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is 2 years, and 2 months old - since the clock just hit twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know long time readers would know that I'd been shifting the blog one too many times, from the first link of smudged-, then adinifinitum-, and andifonly-, and plaguedwith, then the lastest - vodkalisque. There's more but I doubt I could remember them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd gone public, and then private for a while.. Public again when I felt like it again. And private again when times were rough for me and I just needed a little more revenue to take it out on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of wanting to dump the old posts that I posted and started on new ones. So I shifted them, and they accumulated. And I told myself I would accumulate them to a day when I could click on some forgotten post that I even forgot I'd ever written and then start laughing at myself for my broken English and tHe wAy ii TyPe LyKe DiiZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'd grown too attached to blogging, that one day without blogging I'll just feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I hadn't shit/ate/slept/drink kinda thing. It probably becomes something like a.. neccesity to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul says he'll blog till he gets married (to Shahirah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I do know for now, I'll never abandon it no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiORYkv-2mI/AAAAAAAAAnM/m99Ff-IaawY/s1600-h/leon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiORYkv-2mI/AAAAAAAAAnM/m99Ff-IaawY/s320/leon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054043058207644258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite funny ah huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-5270991872698663307?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/5270991872698663307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/5270991872698663307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/post-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiORYkv-2mI/AAAAAAAAAnM/m99Ff-IaawY/s72-c/leon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-2141113481286529106</id><published>2007-04-15T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:40:00.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shaw Subway two-stone one-study session today with Price and Sheldon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiIpg0v-2jI/AAAAAAAAAm0/b6AFbKMN5aI/s1600-h/DSC02946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiIpg0v-2jI/AAAAAAAAAm0/b6AFbKMN5aI/s320/DSC02946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053647375755565618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is him with his cheated sunglasses that cost only ten bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiIphEv-2kI/AAAAAAAAAm8/C3Y4873mKfM/s1600-h/DSC02947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiIphEv-2kI/AAAAAAAAAm8/C3Y4873mKfM/s320/DSC02947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053647380050532930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm camera shy. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiIphEv-2lI/AAAAAAAAAnE/2jEA3LlpQcA/s1600-h/DSC02948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiIphEv-2lI/AAAAAAAAAnE/2jEA3LlpQcA/s320/DSC02948.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053647380050532946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay yeah right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WTF is wrong with &lt;a href="http://friendster.com"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiIbMEv-2iI/AAAAAAAAAms/dP7smaQMq30/s1600-h/friendsterfuckedup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiIbMEv-2iI/AAAAAAAAAms/dP7smaQMq30/s320/friendsterfuckedup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053631626110491170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried commenting back on three other people that left my page some comments and all three had the same fucking error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster pisses me off lah. Myspace is more fun but no one uses it. That's why I only have 11 friends. (Don't laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a rockclimbing/bouldering session at TJ yesterday did I mention? It was kinda fun with all the teasing and stuff about Dominic giving special treatment to Serene and all. Seeing Jianyang going hooha over Sara, seeing Darence pretend to go hooha over Serene to tempt Dominic to pump him and see Jukfen get jealous over the fact that his Serene has special attention from everyone. HAHAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked from Tj to East Coast Lagoon and realised it was raining and there weren't any decent space. So we went on to walk further down to Mcd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it took us two fucking hours and it kinda drizzled on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jev, Jingyi, Nick, Jianyang, Darence, and XiaoLi.. We just chilled, and chilled. and chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jev cracked quite a funny joke when we were at McD.&lt;blockquote&gt;"Abby, why are Saturdays and Sundays strong days?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I don't know. Why?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cos all the other days are &lt;u&gt;weak(week)days.&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all stared at her blankly and laughed 3 seconds later. Talk about being scouts and guides having the urgency and all. Chey chey chey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our walkathon by walking from East Coast Mcd to Katong to catch buses home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ached all over today bcos of the intense walking and all and the climbing and my arms even hurt when I write. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing, no muscle relief spray at home GRRRRH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Wf,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the thought. You know what I dreamt of? I dreamt that we were having lunch halfway in the leadership centre and the fireplace caught fire and all of us ran out of the balcony and all had frostbites on our feets cos we were barefooted. LOL it got me laughing when I woke up. Anyhoo, I love the vid but I love you more. Thanks alot Sheep. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view the vid, click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t78RJrt4c9E&amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Flittlehouseofvillains%2Eblogspot%2Ecom%2F"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price starts school tomorrow and she made a friend during orientation who's so fucking insecure about everything that she asks Price every single question on what she's gonna do tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite funny, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-2141113481286529106?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2141113481286529106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2141113481286529106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/wtf-is-wrong-with-friendster-i-tried.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiIpg0v-2jI/AAAAAAAAAm0/b6AFbKMN5aI/s72-c/DSC02946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-222209940066617476</id><published>2007-04-14T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T11:00:59.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiBDxkv-2hI/AAAAAAAAAmk/R3eLb9x3Lg0/s1600-h/Departure8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiBDxkv-2hI/AAAAAAAAAmk/R3eLb9x3Lg0/s320/Departure8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053113300867275282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it made me miss this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-222209940066617476?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/222209940066617476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/222209940066617476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-had-dream-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RiBDxkv-2hI/AAAAAAAAAmk/R3eLb9x3Lg0/s72-c/Departure8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-955049109716811862</id><published>2007-04-13T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T00:12:16.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate services at Kfc. They move at probably the prime value of the speed of light and have manners that needs to be measured on a negative scaler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask. Go to the one and Lion City for a great lifetime experience if you'd liked to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Games Carnival was kinda spent in the classrooms doing Chem and iPoding. Kinda stupid to even see couples making out so profusely in front of my face that I couldn't take it and said I needed to wash my eyes quite loudly enough to reach their ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no they didn't get the hint and they didn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's just part of a relationship to be touchy and all. But I know too it's definitely fucking wrong to even do it in class when half your friends are actually around and are all trying very hard not to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please lah okay.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-955049109716811862?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/955049109716811862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/955049109716811862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hate-services-at-kfc.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-3330767797224020109</id><published>2007-04-12T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:23:48.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's one too many thoughts going through my mind now that I don't seem to be able to focus on what to write, how to start.. and even what comes after every word I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type, backspace, tab, caps lock, &lt;em&gt;delete.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-3330767797224020109?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3330767797224020109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3330767797224020109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/theres-one-too-many-thoughts-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-4610496532243475601</id><published>2007-04-11T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:28:25.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before you watch this, do take in note what's shown from 0:12 - 0:15 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="330" height="272"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gMHkhcM4T30"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gMHkhcM4T30" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="330" height="272"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I do hate my curly hair, but someone laughed at me when this advert was screened in the theatres. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It weighs a ton to know so much more than I should.&lt;br /&gt;My mind feels so empty when there's so much going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-4610496532243475601?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4610496532243475601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4610496532243475601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/before-you-watch-this-do-take-in-note.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-1823765891320339188</id><published>2007-04-10T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:34:45.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RhtmSUv-2gI/AAAAAAAAAmc/m9iKcl3GXgQ/s1600-h/P4010808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RhtmSUv-2gI/AAAAAAAAAmc/m9iKcl3GXgQ/s320/P4010808.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051743872019782146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I got back at 5 sharp the phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby? Is that you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah now five only leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I know. WHAT?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy to hear your voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huh? Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling you're back early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..Uhhh, yeah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She acts as though me coming back before the sky turns dark could probably be enough of a miracle to make Poh Heng lose the fats to probably a size eligible enough to be on the front cover of FHM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs L. Poh's been quite pissy offey these days. She was so pissed today she left us in the Audi to do our own work and then allowed us to go home after the Band performed for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the band does well tomorrow. And I bet Imma was fucking touched that I acted like a lunatic waving that half-a-foolscape-sized banner that bolded the words, '&lt;b&gt;We &amp;hearts; Imma.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna help lah, trust my words man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I need a new phone urgently badly &lt;i&gt;desperately&lt;/i&gt;. Now that my dad took his camera to the office, and that my stupid disgusting buttless N7370 is only of camera &lt;1.3 megapixels and maybe even lousier in consideration for the number of times gravity pulled it on the ground AND I CAN'T TAKE ANY PICTURES NOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I ain't a camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need the lens once in a while you see. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New phone.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty phone.&lt;br /&gt;Scratchless phone.&lt;br /&gt;Has a backcover phone.&lt;br /&gt;Can take picture phone.&lt;br /&gt;Can show off phone. (Haha kdding.)&lt;br /&gt;9.6mm thick phone.&lt;br /&gt;Silver-plated phone.&lt;br /&gt;Thin buttons like lines phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Sony Ericsson W880i please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-1823765891320339188?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1823765891320339188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1823765891320339188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/moment-i-got-back-at-5-sharp-phone-rang.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RhtmSUv-2gI/AAAAAAAAAmc/m9iKcl3GXgQ/s72-c/P4010808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-6340394213074208669</id><published>2007-04-09T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:18:14.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mee and me were at Bugis today getting Althea's present, and it was kinda crowded and stuff. Randomly, she went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh I'm so fair I can't take it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I heard,&lt;br /&gt;"What? You're so fat you don't wanna eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHA. There's this something about me and miscommunication with everyone. I'm serious. There's been many more hilarious example. Like when Price met us at Shaw Tower while we were studying Geog and Sheldon was there too cos he had nowhere to go after work, I asked her what she did today.. And she went, 'I went to visit my sick grandmother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I heard it as: "I went to visit my cigarette grandmother."&lt;br /&gt;AHA WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny the four of us laughed for few minutes straight. But I think Imee didn't hear it cos she was plugged with her iPod that is retarded cos when you adjust the plug to some position you can't hear the vocalist singing but only the background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For entertainment, please do go play with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to bring a what seems like five foot tall and 3 feet wide water dispenser tml. Grr, embarrassing shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for a friend, I guess I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haiyeh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-6340394213074208669?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6340394213074208669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6340394213074208669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/mee-and-me-were-at-bugis-today-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-5758904891350913044</id><published>2007-04-08T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:40:43.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of love and of hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's been flowing through my mind every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you make yourself let go of something that had been a part of you for too long to count, let go of that something you know should have long be gone years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes, and goes, and comes again.. And goes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to break the cycle to know that there wouldn't be anything else to look forward to without that, but yet you just want to play the game and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song was on a repeat shuffle last night while I tried to close my eyes to sleep, and it smoothed me to know that the memories were still of a shade of grayscale, at least not at all faded to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the same train of thoughts down memory lane were flowing through your mind yesterday when we both plugged my iPod on the train ride home. I didn't know what to say or what to do to break the awkward silence in the seemingly quite crowded cabin. I guess I was too concentrated on trying to well the tears back in my eyes that I didn't even dare to look your way, just because I was afraid you'll be looking my way too and that you'll happen to catch the watery eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the song played..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of about how we both used to lean against each other on the slides, looking at the patheticly bare sky, and how I tried to argue with you that there were stars but you said they were satellites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of that day when I baked you a cake for your 16th birthday, and when you ate it you fell sick and had a high fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of that Valentine's when I had a great surprise with the present you got me, when actually I didn't expect anything for all I got you was a card with a stupid fucked up poem written on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of when I felt like I was part of your family when your mum invited me to join in for your Grandfather's birthday celebration. And how I got to meet all your cousins, aunties, and uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of how I used to sit and watch you score the points for the team, and the vulgarities I sweared whenever the other team was leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of every single time you made me hold your shoe bag whenever I accompanied you to play. And you even taught me how to shoot, which I'd failed - cos you said I was too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the times when we took stupid pictures everywhere and anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the dumb quarrels we used to have, and how we stupidly make up again cos you/I couldn't resist giving a cold shoulder to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of every other moment you made me smile from the inside, you made me feel whole, you made me think everything would be fine just by saying so when obviously it won't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all long agos; long agos both of us remembered vividly when we talked about it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have changed. And so have I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends we would remain;&lt;br /&gt;While we wait for the feelings to be washed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a very special person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;S&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-5758904891350913044?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/5758904891350913044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/5758904891350913044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-love-and-of-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-1092294869803430084</id><published>2007-04-07T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T20:48:31.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RheNQ7BdH4I/AAAAAAAAAmM/bkdgRR8GVSc/s1600-h/reaping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RheNQ7BdH4I/AAAAAAAAAmM/bkdgRR8GVSc/s400/reaping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050660828980518786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught The Reaping today at Marina Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks ball don't ever watch it. It scared the shit out of me that I was screaming fuck on the average of every 26 seconds. (&lt;i&gt;approximately.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Walk To Remember's showing on Five now. Mandy Moore's signature song Only Hope played and my mum said the song is nicer than Trademark's Only Love, which had been her favourite song since when I was in my primary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about being a faithful fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so engrossed with it, I'm half-watching the show and half-blogging at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're currently in the car and Landon's putting the butterfly tattoo on her shoulder back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a scene earlier on, when Landon told Jamie this, &lt;em&gt;'The only reason why you're scared to be with me is because you too also want to be with me'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made a lot of sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-1092294869803430084?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1092294869803430084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1092294869803430084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/caught-reaping-today-at-marina-square.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RheNQ7BdH4I/AAAAAAAAAmM/bkdgRR8GVSc/s72-c/reaping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-3376331062781415156</id><published>2007-04-07T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T12:53:53.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some time ago when I got my Differentiation Trigo homework back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rhci8bBdH2I/AAAAAAAAAl8/l4gFAmLW0aI/s1600-h/P4040831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rhci8bBdH2I/AAAAAAAAAl8/l4gFAmLW0aI/s320/P4040831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050543928560656226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't complete the homework totally, so that was what I wrote on my foolscape before I handed it up so Hwang wouldn't be so pissy offey about me not passing up homework and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I didn't manage to do the questions that I didn't do cos they were frigging hard and I didn't wanna strain my pea-sized brain. (I bet everybody out there is probably rejoicing to me admitting my brain size now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I got it back days ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rhci8rBdH3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/P0b5_8TC_U8/s1600-h/P4040837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rhci8rBdH3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/P0b5_8TC_U8/s320/P4040837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050543932855623538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tml never comes?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL. She must be a fan of &lt;a href="http://radioblogclub.com/search/0/ronan_keating_if_tomorrow_never_comes"&gt;Ronan Keating&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-3376331062781415156?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3376331062781415156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3376331062781415156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-time-ago-when-i-got-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rhci8bBdH2I/AAAAAAAAAl8/l4gFAmLW0aI/s72-c/P4040831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-4108691060982081028</id><published>2007-04-06T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T12:55:37.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was picking out the tofu out of the pork-tofu noodle that Weiru's mum made me, and my phone happened to beep a message alert concurrently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at it, continued to pick the tofu out.. And I said to Weiru, 'I feel very bad leh.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raised her eyebrows, and went, 'What about him?' and gave a look at my buttnaked phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Uh no. About not eating the tofu cos I don't like it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how long it's been and there's still something about it that's not gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sweet nothings sweet nothings sweet nothings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're seriously, yes, just nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-4108691060982081028?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4108691060982081028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4108691060982081028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-picking-out-tofu-out-of-pork-tofu.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-4158806309916482679</id><published>2007-04-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T12:56:23.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lawl, I think my pattern background's a lil off with the whole picture and colour theme. But wtf, it's the best I could get rather than a plain background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tagboard's up again. So Simran Gill go ahead and tag up your rubbish now for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Tan Jian Rui turned seventeen yesterday. You know it always go by the tradition that the birthday boy gets sabotaged and stuff.. But fuck, it ended up Imee and Jian ganged against me and threw me into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Weiru just watched by the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought him a cake from Siglap and headed to my condo after that for a mini celebration. Funny thing is he ate the exact same cake bought from the &lt;i&gt;exact&lt;/i&gt; same shop in the afternoon when his VJ friends celebrated for him. ROFLMAO it's fucking funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday Jian!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was the first to wish you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Edmund today at East Shore. 15/40 (reduce it to simplest form yourself) visited him and I even took the initiative to get him a $2.90 'get well soon!' balloon which I would be claiming from class fund on Monday. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, he'll get better sleeping with the ballooon at night trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two shorties came to my house after that when we had a Roti Prata session at a stall somewhere near Lor Sarina as a class. Amirul says his brother's friends are all rich shit and a plus is that they're good-looking. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirong had a hole in a right sock. Everyone go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted till about close to ten, before they finally realised how late it was and decided to head home. Talking to them makes me miss those NZ/OPC times. Goddamnit lah, I so want that feeling back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random picture to end this post with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RhUk_bBdHyI/AAAAAAAAAlc/H5VyotHmCi4/s1600-h/P4010798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RhUk_bBdHyI/AAAAAAAAAlc/H5VyotHmCi4/s400/P4010798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049983229170097954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's artistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Miko behind the hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-4158806309916482679?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4158806309916482679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4158806309916482679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/lawl-i-think-my-pattern-backgrounds-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RhUk_bBdHyI/AAAAAAAAAlc/H5VyotHmCi4/s72-c/P4010798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-2453061683397680276</id><published>2007-04-03T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T21:42:30.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crazy in all craziness, I do lose control of myself sometimes.. Doing like fucked up things I never were suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 530, a breaking record for the whole of my education days so far. Took a hot shower, packed my stuff and I met Price at a whooping time of 607.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I even have the courage to give school a miss without even telling my mum. I went out of the house in proper school uniform, while Price held on to my homeclothes to change into later on and my bag had my slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the second bus of 42 to KCC, and I changed. I still couldn't believe what I did, you know it feels like kinda surreal still in the morning when you feel dazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk from KCC all the way to East Coast Mcd took us about 45 minutes. Motivated runners, students in school uniforms.. They all walked past our way. Wlao I tell you, the feeling just rock to know that these people are gonna have a lousier day than you are when they go to school just to strain their eyes looking at the fat faces of teachers. While I'll be looking down at my cripsy hashbrown, on a couch at a place filled with aircon. Heh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got there, and all Price did was lie straight flat on the long seat and slept with her headphones plugged, while I studied and did my work and studied and did my work and ..studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 7 to 12. That's how I spent my time. Okay probably a little entertainment came from the kids there that tried to make friends and there was this small Chinese boy that went up to another table where two Indian kids sat, and went 'What's your name? My name is Bryan and I'm 4 (shows four fingers) years old.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA OH FUCK SO CUTE I STARTED LAUGHING TO MYSELF LIKE AN IDIOT WHILE PRICE WAS STILL SLEEPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the polyclinic at Parkway to get my MC, and since Price was sick she became me in my name and I called her Abygail. Wtf. Funny thing is that the doctor didn't realise that my particulars had my race as Chinese, and she obviously is the last thing from a cheenafuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay. That isn't the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bloody catargorised my particulars as an &lt;i&gt;elderly.&lt;/i&gt; Wtf? The pharmist laughed like shit. But at least Price had her half priced medicines for diarrhoea. Hope your ass doesn't ache anymore dearest. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to KCC instead of our initial plans to go Town, since she just got her pay, cos Imee being pissed with me for skipping school to go Town kinda woke me up and that whole Karma issue started bugging me again. Price didn't feel like the mood to want to shop either. And all we did was stone with a bottle of Snapple at the Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then had a little eating at Raimah's and we took 42 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was five then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to her place and wanted to chill and go home a little later so my mum wouldn't be wary or whatsoever, and I ended up dozing off on her bed and so did she. When I got home, I lied down on the couch and slept there that way for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a fucked up asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I spent 14 kachings on food today. Kinda a food spree I have to say. I feel so good about myself. But now I'm left with 6 bucks till the 7th. ): What a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bestfriend, you're the best man. Thanks alot for waking up so early with me just to spend the whole day stoning and doing everything else stupid. I'll never exchange you for anything in the world even though you're a pig with trotters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at school tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-2453061683397680276?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2453061683397680276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2453061683397680276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/crazy-in-all-craziness-i-do-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-860683841135309504</id><published>2007-04-02T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:11:25.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes it just feels good to keep to yourself once in a while, probably when you're in those kind of moods when you feel like having all the time in the world to just take a bus to God knows where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it'll make you feel good to just look out of the bus window, and wallow to yourself about all the misery in your life you're keeping inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least when you do no one would think it's about the whole self pity issue fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RhD6XAskpDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/L1nWqMx8peQ/s1600-h/haha+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RhD6XAskpDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/L1nWqMx8peQ/s400/haha+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048810455513211954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-860683841135309504?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/860683841135309504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/860683841135309504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/04/sometimes-it-just-feels-good-to-keep-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RhD6XAskpDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/L1nWqMx8peQ/s72-c/haha+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-8716799571408749548</id><published>2007-03-31T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:34:18.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pool pool pool and more pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to say I felt guilty for giving Guides a miss, but I know I needed a break and what more I told them into the face that I was gonna pon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were a lot of miscommunication going on between our language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when Jo went in a sing-song tune - Jasmine's a freak, I heard Police and Thief.&lt;br /&gt;Like when I went, 'Imee's gonna &lt;u&gt;miss the ball&lt;/u&gt;, they heard 'Imee's going to Singapore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I guess people are right. I'm weird because I have weirder friends. And the fact that they're hard to live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine's classic today was, 'Abby, is Butch Walker a butch?'&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, F's staying over today for the second day in a row. I told her she couldn't live without me for a night that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For all the night we'd spent together&lt;/i&gt; was what I wrote on her affirmation in CE some time ago. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has Geog test tml at ten.&lt;br /&gt;So we'll have to go to bed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very well then.&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-8716799571408749548?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8716799571408749548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8716799571408749548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/pool-pool-pool-and-more-pool.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-7861891999587081016</id><published>2007-03-28T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:10:02.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mum asked if my friends were jealous that she treated me so nice, just because she came all the way down to Parkway today to pass me money to eat when I was at McD with Weiru before tuition started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooookay, yes ma they're jealous like fuck. So jealous I can see green traffic lights everywhere. Grrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank you anyhow. And I'm sorry I disappointed you on budgeting my allowance once again; since I misplaced 20 bucks somewhere around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;x&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Something made me really happy today. Funny to say, but it was a compliment that came out of Poon which brightened my second half of the day. She tested me on oral after Situational.. And she went, 'You're a good conversationalist Abygail.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WLAO I STIKE 4D ALREADY MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Look Darence, I didn't use your surname this time so stop making such a big fuss.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;x&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so lethargic today that my desperation for sleep was too strong to bear. I rushed through my Physics paper today and took the remaining 20 minutes of the time to sleep. I know I'll probably screw it up like how I'll screw yesterday's Geog, so it doesn't really matter how much effort I put in anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess failing already feels immune to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-7861891999587081016?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7861891999587081016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7861891999587081016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-mum-asked-if-my-friends-were-jealous.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-4556970685906621973</id><published>2007-03-27T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:29:41.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So you look from where you are,&lt;br /&gt;To somewhere you'll know your dreams will go far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rgko2mRBHDI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Rww5nymb22Q/s1600-h/Natural_Circulation_by_vysohlid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046609775895321650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rgko2mRBHDI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Rww5nymb22Q/s320/Natural_Circulation_by_vysohlid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cos I never showed that you had to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-4556970685906621973?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4556970685906621973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4556970685906621973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-you-look-from-where-you-are-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rgko2mRBHDI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Rww5nymb22Q/s72-c/Natural_Circulation_by_vysohlid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-8923995144853383747</id><published>2007-03-26T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:37:07.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum gave Jasminesther a lift home, since she had to reach home before 10 and it was already 917 when we were at Katong after a chat and she lost her wallet(since 3months plus ago, NOT BAD) and her muscle pull and she just missed her 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay loh, my mum fetched her home. And now I'm having my dinner in front of the com and my mum's on the phone with my dad who's at Middle East currently, telling him how proud she is of her daughter whose class got &lt;b&gt;third&lt;/b&gt; in Netball Interclass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, 4D did it again. This time with a bigger crew. I can't believe the guys stressed on who want to play what, but anyhow, all of you did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I probably would save the messages that came from the individual you alls on all the Thankyous, 4Drocks, Keepthespirits and what not that just would warm my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the birthday people, Melson and Imma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY YOU TWO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Take care of your wound Melon, I'll buy you another froggie don't be sad. And Mama, I hope that birthday kiss from me was enough to make your day. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Geog's Weather Studies and Climate&amp;Veg class test happens tomorrow back to back. I think I got to screw it. I need to hit the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I feel like I own the world.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-8923995144853383747?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8923995144853383747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8923995144853383747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-reached-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-5079161143578758093</id><published>2007-03-25T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:50:58.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think they're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek the presence of you out of thin air. I think the impossible. And the odds of it happening could be well compared to how you're actually asking a pig to bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how much it's gonna come true.&lt;br /&gt;And that's how much I want it to leave me and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't keep the thoughts out since yesternight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-5079161143578758093?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/5079161143578758093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/5079161143578758093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think-theyre-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-6390763951832610851</id><published>2007-03-24T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T22:02:34.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I hope you're doing fine out there without me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RgUoy3Phq8I/AAAAAAAAAlA/bnWoOVL4vKQ/s1600-h/sonerictwo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RgUoy3Phq8I/AAAAAAAAAlA/bnWoOVL4vKQ/s320/sonerictwo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045483811826150338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having second thoughts on wanting to change my phone to a hot red N76 ever since this had caught my eye today at a Sony shop in Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanfong questioned me on having problems in accessing blogs where the URLs ends or starts with a hyphen. Like somemightsay-, obligations-, justink-, -socialsuicide. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why I haven't been tagging on your boards; because all I get is a stupid white page that doesn't even have any other speck of colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have gone out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I'm not doing so good without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-6390763951832610851?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6390763951832610851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6390763951832610851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-having-second-thoughts-on-wanting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RgUoy3Phq8I/AAAAAAAAAlA/bnWoOVL4vKQ/s72-c/sonerictwo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-1161942086267921787</id><published>2007-03-23T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:24:23.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RgPwanPhq3I/AAAAAAAAAkY/_1rnOtP1XVQ/s1600-h/tigerlive1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045140347586456434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RgPwanPhq3I/AAAAAAAAAkY/_1rnOtP1XVQ/s320/tigerlive1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tigerlive.com.sg"&gt;Tiger Live&lt;/a&gt; on Thursday at St James. So yeah I went along with my two pairs of parents and Imee - but we didn't get to be involved with the clubbing scene, since no one was actually on the dance floor at approx. 7 in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just took a quick look at Dragonfly and went for dinner at M hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RgP2wnPhq5I/AAAAAAAAAko/vRMUebl-PaU/s1600-h/P3220781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RgP2wnPhq5I/AAAAAAAAAko/vRMUebl-PaU/s320/P3220781.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045147322613345170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes shut up about me with the &lt;i&gt;kawaii&lt;/i&gt; twist pose. Cos Imee always say 'Let's post something funny' and that's the first pose that comes to my mind. And then she just acts pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got to give it up to her on Netball Interclass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RgP2xHPhq6I/AAAAAAAAAkw/FD7tKUipeoI/s1600-h/P3230785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RgP2xHPhq6I/AAAAAAAAAkw/FD7tKUipeoI/s320/P3230785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045147331203279778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her injury looks fake doesn't it. Well okay it's real and Wanswen and her still managed to score 12 goals in total for two matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'm proud of my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4D rocks so much I tell you got earthquake already man. I'll never choose to be in any other class but, this. Like how we'd actually all changed into out class tee the moment we had our hands on them, we're so bonded it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope we do get something out of our last year in TK though. But even if you don't, it's alright. 4D was more than I could have ever asked for. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole:&lt;/strong&gt; I hope it worked. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alison:&lt;/strong&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA. WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alison:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah they didn't know and they said it would be an eye-opener for me. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imee:&lt;/strong&gt; ..Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pricey:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah okay, how's your urine test? +ve? Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woOtnicK:&lt;/strong&gt; Send him frangipanis. He's gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alison:&lt;/strong&gt; Well I could tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; And I did, quite I guess. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; To darkness. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saRaH:&lt;/strong&gt; Already did. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;winston:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay go ahead wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soonhao:&lt;/strong&gt; It's been great. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jina:&lt;/strong&gt; Ball not round meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G u y `:&lt;/strong&gt; So MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huiming:&lt;/strong&gt; They'll be lazy like pigs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weirong:&lt;/strong&gt; WHERE GOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha sexycheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; See you on Sunday for script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;althea:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah I think so too. Kailiang and Yuwen would follow along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheep:&lt;/strong&gt; Fine. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole:&lt;/strong&gt; GET WELL LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; haven't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Nicole, I hope you're feeling better aite. It was lonely without you in English today. (Phay didn't pick on me ROFL.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-1161942086267921787?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1161942086267921787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1161942086267921787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/tiger-live-on-thursday-at-st-james.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RgPwanPhq3I/AAAAAAAAAkY/_1rnOtP1XVQ/s72-c/tigerlive1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-8368529366080218572</id><published>2007-03-20T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T21:12:42.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess my mood for the day all sums down to whether I'm gonna have English periods for that day. Because no matter how much lifted up I was before Christine Phay had entered my sight, it doesn't seem to help when all I get from her is outright obvious prejudice against Nicole and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks, I wished I wasn't in this Ag and really I won't even mind Ag3 for a change. Jeanne Nah or Puja would be of greater help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I haven't been doing well? At least I don't sleep, don't don't do work, don't don't take notes, don't don't even PUT MY HEAD DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what practically the rest of the class is doing and FTW, you only have eyes for the &lt;i&gt;both of us right behind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, quit it. Cos that's the reason why I'm doing badly. I'd never liked doing well in a subject in which I dislike the subject teacher. It goes the same for what happened for my Chinese last year. I'm sorry I'm like that, so maybe if she'll quit picking at me for all the fucking wrong reasons I'll show her better results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;x&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum just commented that she wants to go to St Jame's on Thursday since Uncle Perry had free tickets for the three of us to go. The world's crazy, cos now my parents want to club and they want me to come along with them and my godparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "You cannot dance only can sit one side and see us dance and sip orange juice. So wanna go with us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I'm still considering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-8368529366080218572?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8368529366080218572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8368529366080218572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-guess-your-mood-for-day-all-sums-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-3222007470206857862</id><published>2007-03-19T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T21:14:12.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some overload of pictures from the day out at Town, and then to Parkway with Weiru and Mee last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got caught in the jam while taking a cab at peak hour (stupid idea) so we got bored and start snapping random pictures with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5csQB-FQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/IR1WDgzzZ00/s1600-h/P3150764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043570547988763906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5csQB-FQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/IR1WDgzzZ00/s320/P3150764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my new pair of black pumps. It made me use up to 8 plasters that day. I guess cheap pumps comes with a price huh. The blisters..):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you we were really bored.&lt;br /&gt;So this was what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5ctAB-FTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/gzqpK6DTJCY/s1600-h/P3150766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043570560873665842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5ctAB-FTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/gzqpK6DTJCY/s320/P3150766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny face take one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5ctQB-FUI/AAAAAAAAAig/bhj9xnEbwT8/s1600-h/P3150768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043570565168633154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5ctQB-FUI/AAAAAAAAAig/bhj9xnEbwT8/s320/P3150768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny face take two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5bIgB-FPI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Zxg2cBv8_vg/s1600-h/P3150769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043568834296812786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5bIgB-FPI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Zxg2cBv8_vg/s320/P3150769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNNNNNNNNNND, Funny face take three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imee said she actually had one of the three pictures(I forgot which) as her desktop wallpaper for a while and she got so disturbed every time she switches on her com and see my funny face so she changed to some emo shit picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..So mean. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5bIQB-FOI/AAAAAAAAAhw/DJxnMzIVy4I/s1600-h/P3150761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043568830001845474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5bIQB-FOI/AAAAAAAAAhw/DJxnMzIVy4I/s320/P3150761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you try putting this sweet picture of us instead you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we did some shopping at Dorothy Perkins at Parkway while waiting for Gerry to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5csgB-FRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/QtvKVDNIrCM/s1600-h/P3150770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043570552283731218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5csgB-FRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/QtvKVDNIrCM/s320/P3150770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DPerkins had a sale, and Weiru still didn't buy that blue top which she really liked. (Haha, you're gonna regret it man.) I bought the yellow one Imee's wearing and Imee bought the brown one I'm wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's a lil ridiculous, but we both liked each other's tops that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with them along with the late and very funny Gerry at Ajisen Raman for a while, and headed home earlier when my mum offered to pick me up while they continued their discussion on the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the BBQ which happened last Tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5bHQB-FLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SWjN5oxb0_I/s1600-h/P3130754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043568812821976242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5bHQB-FLI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SWjN5oxb0_I/s320/P3130754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for my Jay Chou's songs. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5bHwB-FMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/R1CU-aBpo2Q/s1600-h/P3130757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043568821411910850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5bHwB-FMI/AAAAAAAAAhg/R1CU-aBpo2Q/s320/P3130757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were testing the timer before the actual shot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5bIAB-FNI/AAAAAAAAAho/GzE35gsusgM/s1600-h/P3130759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043568825706878162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5bIAB-FNI/AAAAAAAAAho/GzE35gsusgM/s320/P3130759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..which turned out like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice huh? I like Boon's red streaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the sudden overload with random pictures, cos I've been having problems accessing Imee's blog. Since I went over to her house earlier today and saved the pictures to draft in Blogger first, I might as well have a lengthy post :D Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SINCE I'M USING PRICE'S BRAND NEW ACER LAPTOP NOW TO BLOG, I'll give you pictures we took on Saturday when we hit Town(yes okay you're going like again) and met Eric later at night for a treat at Glasshouse's FishandCo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf6alAB-FVI/AAAAAAAAAio/ymh6Hd69TOc/s1600-h/cheaptrails.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043638593155634514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf6alAB-FVI/AAAAAAAAAio/ymh6Hd69TOc/s320/cheaptrails.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap trails at the Neoprint Shop at Heeren. Sorry we will &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; pay 10 bucks just to take &lt;i&gt;kawaii&lt;/i&gt; poses like how we did when we were stupid and innocent during Sec 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we combed the whole of Town for 6 hours straight, from Far East to Wisma to Taka to Heeren to Cathay to the shops at Le Meredien Hotel and to Plaza Sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my legs ached. But at least the guys at NewUrbanMale.com Heeren outlet brightened up my eyes a lil. LOL. Price and me both agreed that they should change their initials to HUM(LOL) instead of NUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HUM&lt;/u&gt; - HotUrbanMales.com&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ladies go check it out if you're currently single and flirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met Eric at the Glasshouse before the sky almost turned dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf6dhwB-FeI/AAAAAAAAAjw/GNrn_cieMvc/s1600-h/P1040767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf6dhwB-FeI/AAAAAAAAAjw/GNrn_cieMvc/s320/P1040767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043641835855943138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, meet my tuition teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the food to come, I made his phone look like mine to console myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf6diAB-FfI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Eh25Cq_ThEg/s1600-h/P1040769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf6diAB-FfI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Eh25Cq_ThEg/s320/P1040769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043641840150910450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite cool ah? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf6diQB-FgI/AAAAAAAAAkA/bZij1kOnjXQ/s1600-h/yums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf6diQB-FgI/AAAAAAAAAkA/bZij1kOnjXQ/s320/yums.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043641844445877762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click to enlarge for a free drooling session)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bill came up to 60 odd for the dining of 3. And really it was great, so I really wanna thank him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even wanted to treat us to Ben&amp;Jerry's for some ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf6digB-FhI/AAAAAAAAAkI/3j1x0nbqidQ/s1600-h/P1040782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf6digB-FhI/AAAAAAAAAkI/3j1x0nbqidQ/s320/P1040782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043641848740845074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we crossed to the other side to get to The Cathay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf6diwB-FiI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/qFRuR7vTPw4/s1600-h/P1040786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf6diwB-FiI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/qFRuR7vTPw4/s320/P1040786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043641853035812386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally there was some live band playing there at the Scooper's Lounge, so we chilled for awhile lying on the lazy couch that Eric almost fell asleep. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it. By the time we headed home it was close to 11 (right?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well kinda forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I remembered was that Price went to DXO with the rest that night and I decided not to go cos I wanted to wake up early the following day. And she got caught by her mum - which happens damn rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad went over to their place and found out about her getting caught, so he asked Price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did Abby go with you?"&lt;br /&gt;"No uncle.", she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her mum went, "Aiyah Alvin! You also know they like to cover up for each other one lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO NOW MY PARENTS ARE DAMN CONVINCED THAT I WENT WHEN I DIDN'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WLAO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I can't believe my holidays were so great and now I just started my first day at school for Term Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirong told me today there's only &lt;s&gt;260&lt;/s&gt; 216(You know I got it wrong, 16 and 60 sounds close) days left to Os.&lt;br /&gt;Eeyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-3222007470206857862?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3222007470206857862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3222007470206857862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-overload-of-pictures-from-day-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rf5csQB-FQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/IR1WDgzzZ00/s72-c/P3150764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-3823890729796479685</id><published>2007-03-18T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T00:08:28.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfwR7xnUuMI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/XpmLp9lr8no/s1600-h/one_way_ticket_by_yardieLion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042925401376340162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfwR7xnUuMI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/XpmLp9lr8no/s320/one_way_ticket_by_yardieLion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an extra one way ticket down.&lt;br /&gt;Care to go with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-3823890729796479685?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3823890729796479685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3823890729796479685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-got-extra-one-way-ticket-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfwR7xnUuMI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/XpmLp9lr8no/s72-c/one_way_ticket_by_yardieLion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-7544732642414357236</id><published>2007-03-16T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:41:38.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the wallet which I'd lost 1 month 17 days ago was found. My mum received a letter from SMRT just yesterday that they found my wallet on bus 812(WTF I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THIS BUS NO EXISTED) which circulated around Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna screw this frked up chao ahbeng/ahlian (this is an assumption) that is so bloody screwed up to only dispose my wallet only after a month. FUCK THAT COS I ALREADY SPENT 60 BUCKS ON MY NEW IC AND 20 BUCKS ON MY NEW EZLINK BECAUSE I HAD TO MAKE NEW ONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you bloody return it to me, and I have two ICs and two Ezlinks. Fuck you man really &lt;u&gt;FUCK&lt;/u&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my mum feels my anger and she didn't mind me when I used the F-word in front of her. Damn it. She's damn pissed too cos she says she's gonna ruin the girl/guy's life for life if she ever gets to know who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went all the way to Ang Mo Kio early in the morning and picked up my wallet. Then we headed to Marine Terrace NPP to cancel the police report on my lost wallet &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; we went to Lavender ICA building to surrender my found IC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wlao, really lah I bet I probably pissed you off by making you read this whole chunk of shit when it doesn't even concern you at all but really I'M DAMN PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably 120 bucks of shit I'd spent just because of the wallet. Fuck that asshole who took it. I so swear when I find out who you are I'll kill you and chop you up and cook curry. Use my IC go register all those CC fuck, and made my letter box so full. Urgh you stupid you so desperate for money YOU EVEN TOOK ALL MY COINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowdown shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm sorry for all the explicits.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be rare I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Okay at least I got my Volcom wallet back. ^^&lt;br /&gt;PPS: But hell, that screwed up dirtied it with her fucking dirty hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-7544732642414357236?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7544732642414357236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7544732642414357236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-wallet-which-id-lost-1-month-17-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-927210454221041949</id><published>2007-03-15T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T13:20:07.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfjXTBnUuLI/AAAAAAAAAhI/l2xg-1EjXGo/s1600-h/_too_bad_you__re_beautiful_by_lithp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfjXTBnUuLI/AAAAAAAAAhI/l2xg-1EjXGo/s320/_too_bad_you__re_beautiful_by_lithp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042016504692127922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realise that as I'm typing on my keyboard there's ants crawling on the inside of it. Oh shit, this is bloody sick man. I can't possible spray insecticide.. Or my keyboard will die and I'll only have the mouse to depend on and I'll have to use a virtual keyboard which is STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know the skin's a lil plain, I'm not really all that filled with inspiration for skins anymore and it's more seemingly obvious to me that my photoshop skills are going down down &lt;i&gt;down&lt;/i&gt;. /: Well probably a good thing, maybe I'll feel like looking at books more than looking at the screen in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave First Aid a miss today and will do the same tomorrow, so Miss Ang can spare the pineapple tarts she promised she would give me if I'd completed the course. (You're probably reading this, so thank you anyhow Miss Ang you pretty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But First Aid yesterday was cool cos I got to talk to the Sec Threes, being the only Sec Four there to eat lunch with them during break. Lol, you guys stop being so bitchy lah dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the usual BBQ on Tuesday, I had forgot to mention. It was good and thanks to Imee and David for taking the initiative to organise it and I'm sorry for calling you an ass Mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures over at &lt;a href="http://somemightsay-.blogspot.com"&gt;Imee&lt;/a&gt;'s, and I'm lazy to upload them cos her blog's being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sorry for the lousy skin. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrea:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh it is? Ha, it's my current fav song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl:&lt;/strong&gt; But it's stupid. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; I do? It's to keep you laughing what, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;roNald:&lt;/strong&gt; YO CAOGE. Link me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;althea:&lt;/strong&gt; Oxy moron. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole:&lt;/strong&gt; Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xuanhan:&lt;/strong&gt; You're the one that's SHAME. Stupid delete your blog dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alison:&lt;/strong&gt; ROFL! Take care at HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kayy:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey there! Hope you're doing fine there at UK. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jina:&lt;/strong&gt; Elle oh elle. Go ask that round ball lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; Sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine:&lt;/strong&gt; Doesn't matter, I changed my skin so it doesn't look similar anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheep:&lt;/strong&gt; I tagged to tell you alreaday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jev`:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol, I didn't really expect anything to be done about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole:&lt;/strong&gt; That's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheep:&lt;/strong&gt; Nice playing Minsweeper Flags with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jay-R:&lt;/strong&gt; No lah I ain't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;althea:&lt;/strong&gt; This isn't bitching it's reasoning. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.:&lt;/strong&gt; I bet there are many others out there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jina:&lt;/strong&gt; You're blind, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;senior:&lt;/strong&gt; You still care senior! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey there sexy cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;althea:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh it isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imee:&lt;/strong&gt; Mee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jay-R:&lt;/strong&gt; ..Shait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah, Ay:&lt;/strong&gt; Yo, where's your blog at now anyway? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;price:&lt;/strong&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;winston:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAH, CLASSIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr, hols are almost over it's Thursday today shait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note.. Eric gonna treat Price and me to FishandCo on Saturday! We can order &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; and he'll pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool yo I can't wait, heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-927210454221041949?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/927210454221041949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/927210454221041949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/shait.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfjXTBnUuLI/AAAAAAAAAhI/l2xg-1EjXGo/s72-c/_too_bad_you__re_beautiful_by_lithp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-4757104559788935296</id><published>2007-03-14T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:40:00.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I had/have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- made a blogskin for this page and have yet to publish it.&lt;br /&gt;- to go back to school from Wednesday(tml) to Friday from 9 to 6 for a bloody First Aid Course and have to pay 30 dollars for it WTF.&lt;br /&gt;- been going to Town for many days to count.&lt;br /&gt;- having problems with my allowance &lt;i&gt;yet again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tuitions on 5 out of 7 days of the week.&lt;br /&gt;- not completed any of the homework assigned.&lt;br /&gt;- bought a lot of stuff at great discounts and I'm proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;- yet to retrieve back my 18 from Xing. Asshole @#$%^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay holidays are shit and I rather not have it at all so I will discipline myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-4757104559788935296?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4757104559788935296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4757104559788935296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hadhave.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-486022807656361062</id><published>2007-03-12T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:17:40.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NightofSatisfaction@Fluid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfQqPBnUuII/AAAAAAAAAgw/ZXs1CphinxY/s1600-h/s640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040700320554203266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfQqPBnUuII/AAAAAAAAAgw/ZXs1CphinxY/s320/s640x480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us, on the way to Fluid in the cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfQqPRnUuJI/AAAAAAAAAg4/wx0-PHwGnlw/s1600-h/s640x480g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040700324849170578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfQqPRnUuJI/AAAAAAAAAg4/wx0-PHwGnlw/s320/s640x480g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfQqPhnUuKI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Q0gO4OSg3nI/s1600-h/s640x480vg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040700329144137890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfQqPhnUuKI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Q0gO4OSg3nI/s320/s640x480vg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the after effect of the all night dancing till 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time. And it's great, Price, Xing, Ben, Mike.. and some others. I'm lazy for details; because I'm quite pissed I can't go for another round at The Clinic tonight with them since I have Physics remedial tomorrow/today at 8. At least I'm meeting Meemee for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;I really wanna go I really wanna go I really wanna go I really wanna go I really wanna go I really wanna go I really wanna go I really wanna go I really wanna go!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay shut up already Bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the un-summarised version of the night for bored souls who have nothing else better to do, do click &lt;a href="http://cheekyisyou.livejournal.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all at remedial tml! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-486022807656361062?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/486022807656361062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/486022807656361062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/nightofsatisfactionfluid-thats-us-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfQqPBnUuII/AAAAAAAAAgw/ZXs1CphinxY/s72-c/s640x480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-4028830237048114803</id><published>2007-03-10T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:21:20.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got to witness the debate on Budget 2007 at the Parliament on Friday afternoon thanks to Mrs Tan, and really it was an eye-opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 10 times more worth going than attending the usual meeting at Guides yesterday. We'll just be doing the same old footdrills anyway. Yes it'll be fun but it irks me after a while when leader(s) cheat on their punishments when they punish us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the drift and I'm sure most of us know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you're a leader. What kind of a leader are you when all you want is power and you ask for respect instead of earning it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up. You're pulling the whole company down with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably would read this by chance, but I don't think I'll feel awkward about it since it's actually a known fact on that point to even people out of our CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I still do love Guides. I love the people there that had been with me for the past 4 years. Hunhun (Jev, Jingyi, Grace, Aiyan, JasmineSim) and the Nerds (Sara, Serene, Mavis, Rachel), they've been great company and that's more than enough to cover for the part of leadership in GG that I'm pissed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not jealous of the fact that she has three white ribbons on each side of her shoulder and that only I have two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfK-wRnUuHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/sbWhq46Iu0s/s1600-h/DSC01427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040300669552343154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfK-wRnUuHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/sbWhq46Iu0s/s320/DSC01427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be, cos I know I'm better the way I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-4028830237048114803?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4028830237048114803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4028830237048114803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-got-to-witness-debate-on-budget-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfK-wRnUuHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/sbWhq46Iu0s/s72-c/DSC01427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-1966609805568061869</id><published>2007-03-08T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T23:31:26.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Town I went, to City Hall I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I was coping well in curbing my shopping addiction when I couldn't find anything that caught my eye - till the last stop my mum and me made at Wisma Mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty. &lt;i&gt;So pretty.&lt;/i&gt; It was probably the prettiest wallet that I'd ever come across. I opened it up to check up the compartments. They were perfect. Of genuine leather, of neat thread linings, of a pretty shade of brown.. And it wasn't too big and neither was it too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT WTF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT COSTS &lt;u&gt;FIFTY FIVE&lt;/u&gt; STUPID BUCKEROOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll save up, I don't know. The price's unreasonable though, but I can't possibly go on borrowing Shahirah's wallet while I'm using Jasmine's Puma bag at the same time. I'm just gonna continue to feel that what I'm using doesn't really belong to me and really, trust me when I say the feeling sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the Rip Curl worn out school shoes belongs to Price too.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Oops.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I concentrated and I'm proud of myself. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;price:&lt;/strong&gt; Shopping on Sat.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jay-R:&lt;/strong&gt; No I'm not. Wlao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm fine lah, just stressed up. Ha, take care of yourself.. That's more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poh Heng:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay you're probably Vishal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;althea:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha! It's understood already is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jay-R:&lt;/strong&gt; No? I won 6.90. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; I screwed my Section B man. WTFBBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siewyin:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey there old friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine:&lt;/strong&gt; What's done been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jina:&lt;/strong&gt; You're linked under Winjian. I bet you'd just realised it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, I found out the trick. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Kailiang at Suntec while he was on the way to the IT fare to meet Eugene and the rest. HOW WEIRD IS THAT? Hahaha, and he caught me in the act of helping my mum to press a plaster on her feet outside Fox cos her heels were being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to meet Price coincidentally too at Kembangan when we were on the way to City Hall too. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just hope my Orginal Airline Adidas bag gets a refund after heading to three outlets of Adidas stores today with Mum. She's great, cos her feets were aching and she even bothered taking the MRT and bus with me from Citylink to Suntec to Heeren to Taka and to Wisma and then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfAqUf4kDVI/AAAAAAAAAgY/QIUVahyBmts/s1600-h/kohsamui+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039574514672078162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfAqUf4kDVI/AAAAAAAAAgY/QIUVahyBmts/s400/kohsamui+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture I snapped of her when we were at Koh Samui last June 2006 on a speedboat to an island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I would be this nice to my son/daughter next time when they call me Mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-1966609805568061869?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1966609805568061869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1966609805568061869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-town-i-went-to-city-hall-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RfAqUf4kDVI/AAAAAAAAAgY/QIUVahyBmts/s72-c/kohsamui+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-765782160329188804</id><published>2007-03-07T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:18:30.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear &lt;u&gt;Me&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you have been busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to keep it together within a piece under the facade of a pretty visage, but give it up when Christine Phay thinks you're not good enough to know that your command of English sucks so much she even think you'll get a B4 for Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do think of what Amirul had promised you - a Chocolate Prata at Raimah's Kembangan. It's probably a thought that's worth 4397 times more than when you get pissed with Christine, and you think you need a paper bag to breathe normally on times when she's goes overbroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, there's more to life Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stress yourself up bcos you think 9 points isn't enough to get into TJ but only MJ, as what Mr Ng had pointed out today at tuition. Keep the heart drooping feelings out of you if you could and do be happy and smile more and STOP BITCHING YOU BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that Kailiang loves fucking you upside down during class and Yuwen loves drawing elephants in your organiser. You know they piss you off at times but really, without them class lessons would be boring so resist throwing your temper and listen more during Geog and maybe you could break your Coastal score of 20 by getting 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you miss the times when the NZ people get together and really have fun, I can tell you miss the times when the people at the table really had a proper recess together and not with people leaving and coming and leaving and coming, I can tell you want to go out and just spend time staring into space..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can tell you want to escape all of these and just run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you've been having a hard time dear, but don't worry cos I'm still here and I'll love you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll pull through, cos I said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you do, I'll treat you to 50 cents Vanilla ice cream at McD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-765782160329188804?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/765782160329188804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/765782160329188804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/dear-me-i-know-you-have-been-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-6145503146770801214</id><published>2007-03-06T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:29:27.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm leaving messages and voicemails,&lt;br /&gt;Telling you I miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fmendes2k6.free.fr%2Fpages%2Fmusic%2Fpauladeanda%2Fsounds%2F01%20-%20Paula%20DeAnda%20%28Ft.%20Baby%20Bash%29%20-%20Doing%20Too%20Much.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby am I doing too much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was packing my room today in the evening when I went straight home after History makeup lesson, and I found an unused correction liquid along with two tubes of pencil leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..To think I went stationary shopping just yesterday at Parkway with the three others and I spent close to 20 on total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe I borrowed a friend 10 buckeroos today so he could go bet on a soccer match that's happening in the wee hours of 4/5 tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope he wins the odds of 1 : 2.4, cos he said if he won the bet he'll give me my share of the winnings cos I contributed to the bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that would be $20.40, if I'd won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-6145503146770801214?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6145503146770801214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6145503146770801214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-left-message-in-your-voicemail.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-6815935287211175092</id><published>2007-03-05T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:25:09.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RewECF0JM8I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Xp5RP0VDCSo/s1600-h/DSC00689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038406517087876034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RewECF0JM8I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Xp5RP0VDCSo/s400/DSC00689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy bday Wang JayR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is redundant, since it's probably about half a month dued.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes it's (VII).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheep:&lt;/strong&gt; How did you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alison:&lt;/strong&gt; SOrry about that, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G u y `:&lt;/strong&gt; Where got. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; Sa am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jay-R:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey I was sick, hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jay-R:&lt;/strong&gt; It's a compliment right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anon:&lt;/strong&gt; Join the club stranger. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, I think it's stupid. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; I'll be making it this friday; you want the earrings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;price:&lt;/strong&gt; You psed yourself. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan:&lt;/strong&gt; Think R21. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alison:&lt;/strong&gt; Too bad Ally. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm gonna sit in front tml.. If I don't feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;althea:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;price:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, we'll be like that this Satuday/Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jay-R:&lt;/strong&gt; Tsk, are you dumb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy (late) bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woOtnicK:&lt;/strong&gt; You're horny that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alison:&lt;/strong&gt; Nah I think I did fine for the paper.. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;az:&lt;/strong&gt; None of ours will sound right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL, hold Nicholas' lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; Awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; 17 Julys are boring. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;price:&lt;/strong&gt; Fondue not bad what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;althea:&lt;/strong&gt; I cleared them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alison:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Then who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle:&lt;/strong&gt; You psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru: &lt;/strong&gt;Why? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;az:&lt;/strong&gt; Moved.&lt;br /&gt;justin: Moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alison:&lt;/strong&gt; Moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huiming:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha no offence taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; I think I look dead almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle:&lt;/strong&gt; ..Uh, okay sexy cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alison:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't think anyone would ever beat my record of two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Must be you, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt; Who the frk are you? ): Piss me off make me guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;price:&lt;/strong&gt; I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weirong:&lt;/strong&gt; SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richny:&lt;/strong&gt; Lock yourself in a cage and eat up the key so you won't go out. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alison: &lt;/strong&gt;No worries. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I'd just wasted 10 minutes of my life replying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's funny how I still care so much over the slightest thing after so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C6 probably for today's Chem paper.&lt;br /&gt;A disappointment when I see your tongue tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know that a 16 year old boy is going after a close-to-40 married woman doesn't help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Really. &lt;em&gt;Thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-6815935287211175092?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6815935287211175092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6815935287211175092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-bday-wang-jayr-c6-probably-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RewECF0JM8I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Xp5RP0VDCSo/s72-c/DSC00689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-3205714487889764545</id><published>2007-03-03T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T15:35:00.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=xtYz2sC4mpY"&gt;American Rhapsody&lt;/a&gt; is a great show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rekk-F0JM7I/AAAAAAAAAgE/GkWP1eTVQXk/s1600-h/americanrhapdvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rekk-F0JM7I/AAAAAAAAAgE/GkWP1eTVQXk/s320/americanrhapdvd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037598307321983922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched it and I cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-3205714487889764545?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3205714487889764545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3205714487889764545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/american-rhapsody-is-great-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rekk-F0JM7I/AAAAAAAAAgE/GkWP1eTVQXk/s72-c/americanrhapdvd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-4544106578519853627</id><published>2007-03-01T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T19:35:51.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RebqAeDzKZI/AAAAAAAAAew/yvHAgqtJtVU/s1600-h/Arkhee__The_dark_age_is_coming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036970527050377618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RebqAeDzKZI/AAAAAAAAAew/yvHAgqtJtVU/s320/Arkhee__The_dark_age_is_coming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I don't feel whole, I'd decided to want to forget this phase of my life by not blogging about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just be filling this space up with pictures of random order and of no significance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you it'll go dead when I feel dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out as usual with Price after her work and after my school at Siglap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RebquuDzKaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/RSLCT07fgC8/s1600-h/DSC01038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036971321619327394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RebquuDzKaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/RSLCT07fgC8/s320/DSC01038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never fail to not meet people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture we took when we caught a recital on Body Cheography at Esplanade on Tuesday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RebrSuDzKbI/AAAAAAAAAfA/_kHvWE_DruM/s1600-h/P2270738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036971940094618034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RebrSuDzKbI/AAAAAAAAAfA/_kHvWE_DruM/s320/P2270738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes okay Jay-R would probably go 'Wah mirror images again.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RebsFODzKcI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uWeEebvVYEM/s1600-h/DSC00887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RebsFODzKcI/AAAAAAAAAfI/uWeEebvVYEM/s320/DSC00887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036972807678011842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Bf and me in suspenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't see my suspenders cause my shirt colour blends in, but yes it's there so don't go saying you don't see any black straps coming down from the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RebsqeDzKdI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5R4HCuSBmFE/s1600-h/P2200679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RebsqeDzKdI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5R4HCuSBmFE/s320/P2200679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036973447628138962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The $39.90 Zara mini dress I'd finally decided to buy after going back 4 times to try it on. (Though I still think the price &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; stupid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ease your curiousity of who's the other headless one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RebtjuDzKeI/AAAAAAAAAfY/CuYqqk7wR1U/s1600-h/P2200680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RebtjuDzKeI/AAAAAAAAAfY/CuYqqk7wR1U/s320/P2200680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036974431175649762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proudly present to you &lt;b&gt;Imee Anra Francesca Lim.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of artistic shots that Imee had attempted to take,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rebtj-DzKfI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TVsDgN0W7_w/s1600-h/P2200684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rebtj-DzKfI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TVsDgN0W7_w/s320/P2200684.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036974435470617074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice try though, friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back a long time later, so goodbye and have fun drowning in your books while I'll try to turn myself into a total big bimbo that doesn't need to think too much and hence would not need to feel the way I do feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;i&gt;Christine Phay&lt;/i&gt; sucks. Sorry my english sucks but your hair probably sucks more than mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-4544106578519853627?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4544106578519853627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4544106578519853627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/03/because-i-dont-feel-whole-id-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RebqAeDzKZI/AAAAAAAAAew/yvHAgqtJtVU/s72-c/Arkhee__The_dark_age_is_coming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-5439706648632909201</id><published>2007-02-25T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:32:48.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had lunch with my folks today, and my mum picked my fries from my plate of fish and chips with her chopsticks, since she was eating sliced fish noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/ReGdQJeLhvI/AAAAAAAAAek/KpcADgGUayI/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035478759122896626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/ReGdQJeLhvI/AAAAAAAAAek/KpcADgGUayI/s320/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went, "Pls lah ma, who uses a bloody pair of chopsticks to eat fries?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tsk, you don't know ah. This is called East meets West."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I see my dad talk to his primary school friends which we'd met up with just now for the event of CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND OUT THAT BOTH MY PARENTS WATCHED BLUE TAPES SNEAKILY BEFORE THEY WERE TWENTY ONE AT THEIR FRIEND'S HOUSE AND ALMOST GOT CAUGHT BY THEIR FRIEND'S OLDER BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I can't imagine,&lt;br /&gt;but it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-5439706648632909201?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/5439706648632909201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/5439706648632909201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-had-lunch-with-my-folks-today-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/ReGdQJeLhvI/AAAAAAAAAek/KpcADgGUayI/s72-c/DSC00001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-7789709267387750346</id><published>2007-02-23T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:30:39.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIG THIS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny all I wanna do is laugh my ass off!&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Take the month you were born:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;January:&lt;/em&gt; I WANNA RUB YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;February:&lt;/em&gt; I WANNA TAKE YOU TO SEX HEAVEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;March:&lt;/em&gt; I WANNA MARRY YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;April:&lt;/em&gt; I WANNA TOUCH YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May:&lt;/em&gt; I WANNA RUB YOUR BODY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;June:&lt;/em&gt; I WANNA DANCE WiTH YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;July:&lt;/em&gt; I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;August:&lt;/em&gt; I WANNA LICK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;September:&lt;/em&gt; I WANNA MAKE YOU MINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;October:&lt;/em&gt; I WANNA SEX WITH YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;November:&lt;/em&gt; I WANNA LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;December:&lt;/em&gt; I WANNA KISS YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now take the day you were born:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x01.&lt;/em&gt; ON THE ROOF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x02.&lt;/em&gt; WHENEVER WHEREVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x03.&lt;/em&gt; ON A PARK BENCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x04.&lt;/em&gt; IN AN ELEVATOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x05.&lt;/em&gt; ON THE STAiRS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x06.&lt;/em&gt; ON THE COUNTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x07.&lt;/em&gt; ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x08.&lt;/em&gt; IN A ClOSET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x09.&lt;/em&gt; ON VIDEO CAMERA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x10.&lt;/em&gt; ON THE TOiLET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x11.&lt;/em&gt; IN THE SHEETS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x12.&lt;/em&gt; IN THE BASEMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x13.&lt;/em&gt; IN THE BACK OF A CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x14.&lt;/em&gt; WHILE WATCHiNG PORN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x15.&lt;/em&gt; BETWEEN THE LEGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x16.&lt;/em&gt; IN A CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x17.&lt;/em&gt; IN THE HOT TUB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x18.&lt;/em&gt; IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x19.&lt;/em&gt; IN THE SWIMMING POOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x20.&lt;/em&gt; WITH STRAWBERRIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x21.&lt;/em&gt; IN THE DRESSING ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x22.&lt;/em&gt; IN THE RAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x23.&lt;/em&gt; AT A GAS STATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x24.&lt;/em&gt; IN THE STATION WAGON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x25.&lt;/em&gt; IN THE ATTIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x26.&lt;/em&gt; AT WORLDS OF FUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x27.&lt;/em&gt; ALL NIGHT LONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x28.&lt;/em&gt; AT MY GRANDPARENTS' HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x29.&lt;/em&gt; WITH KIWI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x30.&lt;/em&gt; AT THE POST OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x31.&lt;/em&gt; IN THE BATH TUB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My date's 13 January, and I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna rub you in the back of the car.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA THIS IS SO FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition burnt a hole in my pocket when Weiru and me were still at Suntec bus stop at 7.05 and tuition started at 7. So we took a cab and it costed 10 freaking bucks. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wlao, so much for saving on my shopping when the sales spared me some bucks and then that stupid taxi fare.. Aiyah shit lah my heart damn pain now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag day tml, followed by singing stupid songs at the Singapore Indoor Stadium along with the rest of the girl guiders in Singapore, and then visiting at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..My homework's goner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-7789709267387750346?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7789709267387750346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7789709267387750346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/02/dig-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-2627680004370454124</id><published>2007-02-22T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T21:48:46.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7vX5eLhtI/AAAAAAAAAds/EZzyfc8tLxc/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7vX5eLhtI/AAAAAAAAAds/EZzyfc8tLxc/s320/sorry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034724627290228434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm sorry about being back only after two days and to those who had been watching the space for &gt;48 hours ever since my last post, I'm even more sorry about the eye strainings and if you do need eyemo tell me I'll probably give you a free drop or two to just relieve your eyes a little.. Or you guys could just all take a share of Imee(eyemo) for all I care, she's up for grabs cos I say so. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this thing about me having the urge to want to shut my blog down for just a while till I finally have the quite lost enthusiasm to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I have pictures to show and words to tell. I apologise if it's a lil too lengthy.. I probably have too much to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas a great CNY for me this year; probably the only one that I'd went out to venture without my parents to visit and I headed off to some of my friends' along with others. Probably the best thing I like about CNY is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7sCpeLhmI/AAAAAAAAAc0/79OrTmmJJTo/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034720963683124834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7sCpeLhmI/AAAAAAAAAc0/79OrTmmJJTo/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big fan of Pineapple Tarts have I mention? :D If you can't finish your tarts at home don't waste food aite, there's always me around to clear it up. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayhay, covered Jierong's and Cheeyang's place on Wednesday, and I tell you Cheeyang's &lt;s&gt;house&lt;/s&gt; no, villa I should say, is an eyeopener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7sDJeLhnI/AAAAAAAAAc8/rBfwGFn771g/s1600-h/cheeyangpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034720972273059442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7sDJeLhnI/AAAAAAAAAc8/rBfwGFn771g/s320/cheeyangpool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a fucking pool in his own house, and it's so big you could get lost in it and probably won't be found until about 17 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7wM5eLhuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/MLRLk_8mtTk/s1600-h/IMG_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7wM5eLhuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/MLRLk_8mtTk/s320/IMG_0016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034725537823295202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played mahjong in his room, and we got too engrossed we realised we didn't have enough time to head over to Darence's. (&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry about it.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed over to my &lt;i&gt;already-reached-adulthood&lt;/i&gt; cousin's birthday party around evening with my folks, passing him his Topman shirt present that I'd specially went to get at Marina Square earlier that day with Meemee accompanying me SO HE BETTER APPRECIATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's his actual birthday so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7uypeLhqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ZRU-AEhV1gs/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034723987340101282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7uypeLhqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ZRU-AEhV1gs/s320/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BEING ABLE TO FINALLY WATCH R21 MOVIES IN THE LIVING ROOM BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He happen to be caught on candid, with his hand going WTF.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really pleasant surprise that night when my all time good friend, Rachel Tan Rui Xia, came over for a chat along with her lil brother and sister and her folks at my place. Ha, primary school friends we were that knew each other around P2 and there's still so much to talk about even though we don't see each other often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually tell you lah, I've been having pleasant surprises almost every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7sDZeLhoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/iFZKKPPBXzw/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034720976568026754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7sDZeLhoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/iFZKKPPBXzw/s320/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hi, to Abby the 2nd and Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison and Weiru passed it to me today along with the pencilcase Weiru had helped me to collect at Raffles City, and I went, "What my birthday present?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they just wanted to buy it for me and that's all. Haha, so sweet aite. So okay turn green now and make me happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot you two! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a tribute to my old pencil case which I'd been using for about a year from now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7sDpeLhpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/A8-HiWQS-I4/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034720980862994066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7sDpeLhpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/A8-HiWQS-I4/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the word &lt;b&gt;humji&lt;/b&gt; on it. It's proudly written by Lim Kailiang when he got pissed with me for pinching him when he sliced my CE paper with his penknife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7uzZeLhsI/AAAAAAAAAdk/S_-Dfnm7DRw/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034724000225003202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7uzZeLhsI/AAAAAAAAAdk/S_-Dfnm7DRw/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graffitis from Nicole during English today (when I told her how happy I was to finally change my pencilcase 'cos it took me about too much effort to find something I finally like) for the last day I'll be using this and the black wordings above 'evil' was some additions from Amirul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO THE SEX,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7uzJeLhrI/AAAAAAAAAdc/JZ_txi00O-I/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034723995930035890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7uzJeLhrI/AAAAAAAAAdc/JZ_txi00O-I/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwwwww, lovely isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's ex and I still owe Weiru $22 when I'd just cleared all my debts not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): Oh well, the addiction never stops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-2627680004370454124?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2627680004370454124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2627680004370454124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/02/48-hours-ever-since-my-last-post-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rd7vX5eLhtI/AAAAAAAAAds/EZzyfc8tLxc/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-5049783036909644039</id><published>2007-02-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:31:32.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd wanted to blog, but my mum said I have only one more minute to use the com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Watch this space tml. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-5049783036909644039?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/5049783036909644039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/5049783036909644039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/02/id-wanted-to-blog-but-my-mum-said-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-8625380808749019498</id><published>2007-02-18T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:46:23.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Ffrikho.ifrance.com%2Fsounds%2FPaula%20Deanda-%20Walk%20Away%20zikfrikho.c.la%20.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has been fucking stuck in my bloody head and it's so annoying it just got to replay itself over and over again in my mind but like a spoilt radio cos I'm unsure of the other lyrics when it isn't the chorus part and somehow it pretends to be muted when it comes to the verses. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fine, great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY today was...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RdhloUKIbDI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tnoy-v-qkEs/s1600-h/redpacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RdhloUKIbDI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tnoy-v-qkEs/s320/redpacket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032884326866906162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's the first time I'd ever received a two dollar red packet for 16 years coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It beat the $4 record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine beat her $6 record when her first $4 red packet came along this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is saddening. The saddest part was that most of my relatives couldn't recognise me, they thought I was my older cousins' girlfriend or just some.. friend; as they'd said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my cousins are like, 21, 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bloody hell&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS:&lt;/em&gt; Price just came over and there were CNY snacks on my table. She picked something up to eat. And I went, 'Omg Price you sinned.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PPS:&lt;/em&gt; LOL. If you get the picture it's funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-8625380808749019498?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8625380808749019498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8625380808749019498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-song-has-been-fucking-stuck-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RdhloUKIbDI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tnoy-v-qkEs/s72-c/redpacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-5378151897882067478</id><published>2007-02-17T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:48:37.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Really, I haven't been in the mood to blog, to chat, or even to reply my smses. Price says this is the emo syndrome, but I think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RdcMGEKIbCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/i2UvcimIXXs/s1600-h/Shopaholic_by_tavian_go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RdcMGEKIbCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/i2UvcimIXXs/s320/Shopaholic_by_tavian_go.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032504406944803874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been trying hard to curb my shopping addiction.. and I think I'm doing really well so everybody should just go 'ABBY WAN SHUI' now at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Town twice in a row on Thursday and Friday and I &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; get anything! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to City Hall today, and I didn't get anything either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo, you got to love me and do stop scolding me of having a habit of buying everything I see. Scold Imee instead on splurging a hundred for just two pathetic tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayhay, replies to some of the tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bokie!:&lt;/strong&gt; Tsk don't make me feel more guilty can, and you better come back soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt; You must be Amirul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;atiqah:&lt;/strong&gt; MOUSEEEEY. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha thank you there. You're probably chaota now. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol that's okay! Thanks anyway for the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alison:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, I read your msg.. late. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;price:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh she didn't even tell me anything about it in the first place yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheep:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay I love my mummy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle:&lt;/strong&gt; It made you happy too right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siewyin:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey there! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jay-R:&lt;/strong&gt; She'll never bother to I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huiming:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes I do. Haha. I wasn't sure if it was you and really didn't wanna malu myself if it wasn't the right person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; SINCE WHEN!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jay-R:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy V day Three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huiming:&lt;/strong&gt; That's her surname. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;roNald:&lt;/strong&gt; No meh? LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jasmine(4d):&lt;/strong&gt; Hey there! Same to you bumble beee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin: &lt;/strong&gt;And that would be?.. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; Exactly she also said I had a FLAT face. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alison:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL WE DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheep: &lt;/strong&gt;Never over my dead body would I wish for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shearen:&lt;/strong&gt; YOU DO. It's evidenced in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imee:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah and I'm doing another &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weirong:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you love. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl:&lt;/strong&gt; Actually I don't get what my friend's saying either. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(fake)ronald:&lt;/strong&gt; Imposter. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Who's Darryl?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year's just gonna come in probably two hours or so, and besides all the &lt;i&gt;wear new clothes&lt;/i&gt; thing and getting to see those relatives you only meet once in a year and that's during chinese new year, I kinda dread it cos I know my weight's going shoot up when I take all the snacks at every house on visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Especially pineapple tarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found two tubs of pineapple tarts my mum hid from me in the kitchen cupboard cos she's afraid I'll finish them before the guests do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I met LIN YAN JIA at Raffles City on Friday like after 384105607 eons and fuck I was so happy, okay we were so happy that we started screaming and hugging each other while still unaware that probably everyone there was staring at us. LOL. Anyway Yanjia if you're seeing this.. I MISS YOU AND ALL THOSE SHIT FROM LJS. Meet us soon okay! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-5378151897882067478?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/5378151897882067478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/5378151897882067478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/02/really-i-havent-been-in-mood-to-blog-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RdcMGEKIbCI/AAAAAAAAAXw/i2UvcimIXXs/s72-c/Shopaholic_by_tavian_go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-1062558622172496312</id><published>2007-02-14T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:25:30.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh gee, it was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe Cartel at Marina Square for dinner with the usual clique was fucking hilarious when we came up with jokes after jokes and neverending jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex Ed told us,&lt;br /&gt;"Group dating is safer than single dating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we decided to heed the advice, and went for group dating instead - the safe way. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Nicole you couldn't make it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine Nigel Shearen David needed their private time.. Well that's alright cos we had a great time &lt;i&gt;couples&lt;/i&gt; so don't be jealous okay wokaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the people who gave me goodies and sweets and chocolates today in school, I don't think I'll be able to get the things I want to get for the people who gave me stuff in time before Friday.. but really I promise you'll get them. Especially Weirong, thank you for the cow/pig and I think you should really win the 'Greatest Friend' award for spending over 100 dollars in total for all the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas gave me the rose that Shaun gave him, and I left it on my dining table in a crystal vase and rushed out of the house bcos I was already late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly during dinner when we were in the midst of stupid jokes and silly crap, I received an sms from my mum. She went, &lt;blockquote&gt;Thank you for the rose darling! I love you!&lt;/blockquote&gt;And I went, "Oh god."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MUM THOUGHT THE ROSE WAS FOR HER. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanfong said I shouldn't disappoint my mum, so she helped me reply the sms, and she said this,&lt;blockquote&gt;"You're welcome, I love you too! (:"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I feel like a total bitch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I mean, I &lt;i&gt;couldn't&lt;/i&gt; go like.. "Uh no ma that rose was given to me cos Nicholas was lazy to bring it home and it's not for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart should probably shatter into trillion pieces and maybe it'll be too teeny it'll even evaporate into the air and disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN'T EXPECT ME TO DO THAT RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I really love her, ..and what's wrong with saying welcome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the part is she bought me a strawberry sliced pastry back specially; and I asked her what's the occasion; and she went, "&lt;i&gt;Because you gave me a rose.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she beamed her trademark smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WLAO IT MADE ME FEEL WORSE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-1062558622172496312?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1062558622172496312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1062558622172496312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-gee-it-was-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-8944146031179072865</id><published>2007-02-12T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:53:32.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was talking to my lil cousin Shyen yesterday while I was at her house for the wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came to me, and she asked me to play scissors paper stone with her in the tongue way because she was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, she got bored of playing that.&lt;br /&gt;So she asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jiejie, how heavy are you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? I very fat huh why you wanna know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No lah, just tell me leh."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You tell me yours first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No you say first."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay you don't tell I don't tell you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"....Fine. I'm about.. 20 something kg."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm about 50."&lt;br /&gt;She starts laughing, so I asked her..&lt;br /&gt;"Why you laugh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Haha you're so heavy you're more than double my weight!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I felt so hurt when she said that. She's like &lt;em&gt;primary one&lt;/em&gt; and I'm a &lt;u&gt;SECONDARY FOUR.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-8944146031179072865?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8944146031179072865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8944146031179072865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-was-talking-to-my-lil-cousin-shyen.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-5995617720374649492</id><published>2007-02-11T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T03:06:04.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rc6YyEKIbBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/B3uiCpRZJ_A/s1600-h/I_DEMAND__by_flamingbambi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rc6YyEKIbBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/B3uiCpRZJ_A/s320/I_DEMAND__by_flamingbambi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030125819696540690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clear up the tags,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woOtnicK:&lt;/strong&gt; (: I guess you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; I wondered what time you slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jev`:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah I didn't want you to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alison:&lt;/strong&gt; Norbit. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;hearts;:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; I miss you, haven't seen you in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl:&lt;/strong&gt; You got a 1, of course you're not sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the guy in the wheelchair:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol, you'll be doing that next at Starbucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; (:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for faith. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;roNald:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you caoge lookalike. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrea:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks alot, and we exchanged numbers already. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;donna:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; You'll look like that guy from Mad Magazine when you smile, that's why I'll smile. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole:&lt;/strong&gt; Love I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;althea:&lt;/strong&gt; Ha soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAO GE xD:&lt;/strong&gt; You do lah, I agree with Jev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clayton:&lt;/strong&gt; I'll reveal your ehHERhem secret to everyone if you refuse to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dylan:&lt;/strong&gt; ..I didn't mean it. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TING &lt;333:&lt;/strong&gt; I won't. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;price:&lt;/strong&gt; So much for helping man price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imee:&lt;/strong&gt; You kuku. See you in a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ali:&lt;/strong&gt; Linked man Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle:&lt;/strong&gt; You ain't sexy dearest, you're every bit cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian:&lt;/strong&gt; It was great, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jr:&lt;/strong&gt; You do? I love her more. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl:&lt;/strong&gt; Welcomeeee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheep:&lt;/strong&gt; I want a golden retriever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alison:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm smack you upside down if you do. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; No if he goes to Perth I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha yeah I was glad he got flagpoled too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;price:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, yes I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle:&lt;/strong&gt; ...-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;althea:&lt;/strong&gt; Ha, trying to be like Kailiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan:&lt;/strong&gt; I did tag right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;price:&lt;/strong&gt; YOu stupid spammer. But thanks spanks. I'm so proud of you and so is Simmie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole:&lt;/strong&gt; Niiiniiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shaun:&lt;/strong&gt; tWelcome. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;althea:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shiqah:&lt;/strong&gt; You're so mean Shiq, but at least you donated to my tin when I saw you that day at Tampines. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; I know you're Darthdodo. Lol, get me the SHIRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr OM:&lt;/strong&gt; Who's this now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl:&lt;/strong&gt; Got scars loh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheep:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha I didn't do much and no it's not the boobs DAMN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol lucky you got the black one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay swim there go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Koh:&lt;/strong&gt; He is lah I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weirong:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah it's dumb. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol, paper balls in the audi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alison:&lt;/strong&gt; There's still roaches around, I think there's another nest somewhere else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr TKH:&lt;/strong&gt; Must Amirul. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes I went with Sheep JayR and Lenny Pork Chop. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr P Singh:&lt;/strong&gt; What the hairy battle? LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay I believe you. &gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soonhao:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy belated bday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-5995617720374649492?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/5995617720374649492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/5995617720374649492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-clear-up-tags-wootnick-i-guess-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rc6YyEKIbBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/B3uiCpRZJ_A/s72-c/I_DEMAND__by_flamingbambi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-3244111649963994595</id><published>2007-02-11T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T03:02:54.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Loss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To how I should perceive this word, I'm not sure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't use to mean anything much, it could probably meant down to the smallest things like losing your wallet; something which you can replace anytime even if it doesn't get back to you after it's gone. Something which you know you'll get over soon with, and you'll even be glad you'd got an excuse to have a new wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens, when you know you can never replace a replica of what had gone and for that you had regretted all the times you know you'd cared but never ever had the thought to even wanting to tell that person you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't hit me as hard as I thought it would when my mum told me on Friday evening. But as I walked into the house about some hours ago, &lt;em&gt;'condolences'&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;'deepest sympathies'&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;'we'll miss you'&lt;/em&gt;.. They filled every corner of every space I looked towards to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my cousin's, Shyen's birthday, but yet she had to spend it on her grandfather's funeral wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see all of them looking so lost when they stared at his portrait that stood before the coffin. They prayed, closing their eyes.. and when I look at them, I know they'll miss their grandfather in thousands of ways for how each memory would be etched.. With only images in mind and not the eyes to remind them of his tender smiles and loving words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandauntie took it so badly that looking at her in that reduced state could make me want to tear too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried going to sleep, but I couldn't close my eyes shut without that thought out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I got to hug him on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;At least that was the last I saw of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my dad's fine by himself at Spain.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he's taking this well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's alone there, and I hate to say this but I feel worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rough weekend, and I just hope God could make things better than this - even if it's just by a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;It will, I know it will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-3244111649963994595?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3244111649963994595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3244111649963994595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/02/loss.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-3021110968317948735</id><published>2007-02-09T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T11:25:04.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't break down because I was disappointed with my 3, it's just that I regretted that I didn't even put in any effort bcos I thought I wouldn't make it no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melson and me had officially formed the 'get B clan'.&lt;br /&gt;(You get the point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the words.&lt;br /&gt;Shearen Jo Imee Wanfong Jasmine Nicole Donna Nicholas Amirul Weiru.. and those that smsed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price, congratulations I'm proud to have a 15-pointer best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's FGIF day.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's happening too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-3021110968317948735?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3021110968317948735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3021110968317948735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-didnt-break-down-because-i-was_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-9060148205902577863</id><published>2007-02-08T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:13:54.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I've been waiting for too long to want to change my skin. Well, I finally did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I had time, I sacrificed time to make this and damn, it didn't turn out as nice as I thought it would be; but it's a good breather for a break since I'm still freaking out over getting my results for Chinese Os tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I actually care if I fail and have to drop HMT(which possiblity is high), it's just that whole you know, ATMOSPHERE that's gonna freak you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to the Sec 4s getting the results back tml, especially BF. You'll do fine and I love you. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sounds as though I really have a boyfriend HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just hope I do &lt;em&gt;well enough&lt;/em&gt; not to disappoint myself lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well enough&lt;/em&gt; - C6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-9060148205902577863?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/9060148205902577863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/9060148205902577863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-guess-ive-been-waiting-for-too-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-1861962511864441022</id><published>2007-02-07T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:25:17.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was bored, so I remembered to ask Shearen to come online to send me the pictures we took on Saturday at McCafe MS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RcmyFDXhGLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/bcbzNd6YjKw/s1600-h/DSC01185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028746258808903858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RcmyFDXhGLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/bcbzNd6YjKw/s320/DSC01185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I photoshopped them cos I had nothing to do(well, Maths is calling for me) since I got my mum to fetch me home from school today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is: We camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some really sweet pictures,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RcmxrDXhGGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/BGnzSn7eKQ4/s1600-h/DSC01173edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028745812132304994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RcmxrDXhGGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/BGnzSn7eKQ4/s320/DSC01173edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pictures which didn't really turn out nice enough to want to show the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RcmxsTXhGJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Fkxu7CnLO0o/s1600-h/DSC01198edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028745833607141522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RcmxsTXhGJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Fkxu7CnLO0o/s320/DSC01198edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes join the eyebag club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as usual Jo got bored,&lt;br /&gt;and she wanted to try out some fresh &lt;i&gt;kawaii&lt;/i&gt; looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RcmxsjXhGKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/CjaAHzQSW_s/s1600-h/DSC01200edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028745837902108834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RcmxsjXhGKI/AAAAAAAAAWg/CjaAHzQSW_s/s320/DSC01200edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shearen refused to entertain her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RcmxrzXhGII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/BiOUYER_H5Q/s1600-h/DSC01188edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028745825017206914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RcmxrzXhGII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/BiOUYER_H5Q/s320/DSC01188edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why I bothered either. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been a bitch, so really I don't wish to actually talk much about it. The routines goes like tests quiz lecture remdial supplementary remedial quiz lecture test lecute remdial quiz.. Yeah you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is really random, but it's scary to how many people I met at Siglap yesterday when I was only at the stretch from Gelare to McD with Price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I'll have to use both my hands to count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-1861962511864441022?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1861962511864441022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1861962511864441022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-was-bored-so-i-remembered-to-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RcmyFDXhGLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/bcbzNd6YjKw/s72-c/DSC01185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-2376031580469778690</id><published>2007-02-05T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:23:59.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rccr1zXhGFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/87UEVlyf8Vc/s1600-h/IMG_0585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028035712304355410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rccr1zXhGFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/87UEVlyf8Vc/s320/IMG_0585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria School's CO concert yesterday night turned out to be some sort of primary school gathering, and yes it was great catching up with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl, Ian, and Mingcong: Your solos were great and yes the concert was really worth the 12 bucks BX and my two other friends chipped in for as my present and I was really kidding when I said you guys burnt the 12 bucks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE EATING AT LAU PA SAT.&lt;br /&gt;Let's do that more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started out funny when I was late for half an hour. We were suppose to meet at 4 at Tanjong Pager and I was at Kembangan at 4.05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, hilarious shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I plugged my Nano and ransacked my bag in search of my phone in attempt to inform them that I'll be late.. I realised that I forgot my phone and left it on my fucking bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart, really. I'm damn smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was panicking on the train trying to recall one of their numbers so I could contact them to which exit to meet at the station cos Tanjong Pager has like 483694659 exits, I reached there just to realise that BX and Junrui was actually on the same train as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO. It's just so funny, those kind of 'you got to be there' kind of funny. And the even funnier part was that both of us forgot to bring each other's presents as well. HAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, don't curse to say I'd just wasted your time reading that whole para and make you realise that there wasn't any bottom line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those that was there.. Including new friends made like Debbie and that two other guys whose name I don't even know; thanks for that great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from Jierong's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rccr1jXhGEI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jlgqbiFByhw/s1600-h/DSC00525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028035708009388098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rccr1jXhGEI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jlgqbiFByhw/s320/DSC00525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the bird I stepped on by accident on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;(refer to previous post for more info.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too depressed for words on elaboration of this unintended manslaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward walked past me today and went, "Abygail so have you confessed your sins? You should."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He helped me bury the bird, and Imee said his hands were shaking when he was holding it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-2376031580469778690?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2376031580469778690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2376031580469778690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/02/victoria-schools-co-concert-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Rccr1zXhGFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/87UEVlyf8Vc/s72-c/IMG_0585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-6384537899057708919</id><published>2007-02-04T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T13:07:59.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay Price asked me yesterday why I haven't been updating regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't.. bring myself to. You know, like when you start typing them out, you backspace again. And you type and you backspace again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's irritating but yes, I'm currently going through such a phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it that point form way, and probably that'll work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; My dad left for Spain last night, and he won't be back till the 12th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; I made him promise to buy me Zara and Mango tops from there and he said yes. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; My mum came to join me for Tk Family Day on Saturday. She said it was fun and that my friends were three times more crazy than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; I stepped on a bird yesterday and everyone called me a murderer. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; We flagpoled Kahchee the CB kia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Josephine Christina has a major miscommunication problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Shearen Octoviani Joe should send me the pictures we took yesterday at MS asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; I recommend you ThaiExpress as the No. 1 place to dine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; I can't believe I'm going for VS' CO concert later with my primary school friends and BX paid for my ticket as part of my birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you BX and Rachel Tang for the Billabong bottle. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; I realised I'm into biesexuals. (eg: Channing Tatum, Wang Lee Hom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; The hot buffy guy I saw yesterday while walking down the stairs better not be a bie too or I'll bleed myself dry and mourn to God about how unfair the world is when guys can actually win over guys when girls were suppose to be the only eligible ones in this whole IWANTHIMTOLOOKATME thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; And I realised that at the end of the 13th point, this post didn't make much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a very important point that should deserve a para and not a line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My condo's on &lt;em&gt;collective sale&lt;/em&gt;, and that means everyone would have to shift out in 6 months' time. I felt fucking upset when my mum told me about the enblock. I wasn't even thinking of the sum we'll be getting (which is a sure WOW), I just thought about how everyday I won't be able to see that disgustingly filthy pool as I walk down the stairs to my unit and how I have to watch my steps as I walk the concrete corridors so I won't have to accidently step on snails like how I always do on one snail every three days on the average. I guess I'll be going around taking pictures at places around the area with the rest of them, especially the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house at Sennett would be ready in 2 months, and I'm currently persuading Uncle Mick and Auntie Eda (Price's parents) to move into a house that's on sale which is only walking distance from where I'll be staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they'll consider and probably that's the last straw to create the possibility of having her near enough to be able to still sneak out together during the AMs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to pay a tribute,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RcVpVTXhGDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/8wACjSrVwds/s1600-h/130107+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027540373726107698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RcVpVTXhGDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/8wACjSrVwds/s320/130107+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of you pointing a middle at me when you told me not to snap a picture at you cos your hair was messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit lah.&lt;br /&gt;I feel emo now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-6384537899057708919?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6384537899057708919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6384537899057708919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-price-asked-me-yesterday-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RcVpVTXhGDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/8wACjSrVwds/s72-c/130107+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-2786272004614639965</id><published>2007-02-02T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T19:45:24.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RcMh9DXhGCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/CB-jqR8SzmM/s1600-h/24b2ee8595e01cf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026898941835286562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RcMh9DXhGCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/CB-jqR8SzmM/s320/24b2ee8595e01cf2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of doing what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you just feel sick always giving, and when you know it's time for you to have a chance to take; guilt's the thing that takes over you instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just sucks cos it makes you wanna crumble down to probably something much less than dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll never get it, so I'd never even tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People never seem to realise the importance of responsibility that they hold with them when they are assigned tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-2786272004614639965?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2786272004614639965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2786272004614639965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RcMh9DXhGCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/CB-jqR8SzmM/s72-c/24b2ee8595e01cf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-8193834065357714288</id><published>2007-01-31T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T19:16:27.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fvincent21.free.fr%2Fradioblog3%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FMaroon%205%20-%20Sweetest%20Goodbye.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the wind blows,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel the flashes pass me by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears that I didn't see coming flowed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God. Tell me why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-8193834065357714288?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8193834065357714288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8193834065357714288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-wind-blows-i-feel-flashes-pass-me-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-7249873988991772621</id><published>2007-01-30T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:18:45.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M - Mum.&lt;br /&gt;A - Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At dinner just now..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Mee, I fell today leh.&lt;br /&gt;(shows wounds hoping she'll sayang me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M:&lt;/strong&gt; (continues eating) Haa? I also leh. You see you see! (shows &lt;i&gt;bahlookus&lt;/i&gt; on her left eye) When you fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Siahlah how you fall siah wlao. I fell during PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M:&lt;/strong&gt; I drop the processor behind the TV, then I tripped over the carpet and then my head hit the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; (literally choked on water) HAHAHA. When you fall? Morning ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M:&lt;/strong&gt; About 9 something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; ..EH MA. MY PE ALSO NINE SOMETHING LEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M:&lt;/strong&gt; Wah really ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL LOL LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, my dad went back on about his topic about getting a Saab 95 for my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it so uncanny, really. Both me and my mum don't fall all that easily. What more the same day and at about the same time. Wtf man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She broke her specs because of her fall somemore.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny day to have a funny treat from someone who I hardly know well and met at Parkway on coincidence today. But Althea and me are gonna pay back the treat tml, probably not including GST and Service Charge though. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Donna Goh Su Yin&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm a day late but still not too late to wish you a &lt;u&gt;Happy Sweet Sixteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen.&lt;/u&gt; :D Hurray to your new phone(I assume) cos I met your dad at M1 and hope it doesn't die a tragic death like how it did for the previous one on my party. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about phones, I want a red N76.&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-7249873988991772621?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7249873988991772621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7249873988991772621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/m-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-607960782292956704</id><published>2007-01-28T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:57:21.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hit town with the usual culprit in action for a shopping trip,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbypNJgh6GI/AAAAAAAAAUg/u0jKn_4T1-Y/s1600-h/280107+003edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025077327594383458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbypNJgh6GI/AAAAAAAAAUg/u0jKn_4T1-Y/s320/280107+003edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahirah Price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so into shopping when we didn't have much cash, and got great deals miraculously(I'm not telling you where later you go also) and I did something I never thought I would have done in my life and no, I'll never do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Zara, the one close to Wheelock Place, and I saw this damn funny top so I went to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbypNpgh6HI/AAAAAAAAAUo/fDhfmzry-wk/s1600-h/280107+004edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025077336184318066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbypNpgh6HI/AAAAAAAAAUo/fDhfmzry-wk/s320/280107+004edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says that on the tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul, if you get it for me.... &lt;i&gt;he he he.&lt;/i&gt; You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time with her, and we met Simran at Siglap later at night for dinner and were late for an hour bcos bus 14 was too slow for words. I seriously don't get why they call buses vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed over at Price's place bcos of the overdose of vodka in juice we had, and when I got back home this morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbypN5gh6II/AAAAAAAAAUw/zggf1vk5fas/s1600-h/280107+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025077340479285378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbypN5gh6II/AAAAAAAAAUw/zggf1vk5fas/s320/280107+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this pasted on my study table wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody, my parents are giving the stress when Os are 200 odd days away. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone's finally repaired and had found itself a sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbypOJgh6JI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2Gb7epxxys0/s1600-h/brotherandsisterhp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025077344774252690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbypOJgh6JI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2Gb7epxxys0/s320/brotherandsisterhp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Boon's phone and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratched sister and brother phones.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-607960782292956704?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/607960782292956704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/607960782292956704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/hit-town-with-usual-culprit-in-action.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbypNJgh6GI/AAAAAAAAAUg/u0jKn_4T1-Y/s72-c/280107+003edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-6071896498979645738</id><published>2007-01-27T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T13:26:18.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbrefJgh6FI/AAAAAAAAAUU/MfDMWjMmIK8/s1600-h/this_is_retro__06_by_suicidelove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024572960994879570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbrefJgh6FI/AAAAAAAAAUU/MfDMWjMmIK8/s320/this_is_retro__06_by_suicidelove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having fun deleting friends in &lt;a href="http://friendster.com/abbytls"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the 5-bdays-combined-as-one chalet yesterday for awhile, and got home at 12 sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to walk home from Kembagan cos I missed the last bus home when I was &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; close to catching it and on the walk home I saw three cockroaches having a threesome along Frankel and screamed when I accidently stepped on one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it's gross, the thought just can't get out of my mind. Eew fuck fuck fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORNS outing later. Elated elated elated cos it's really been some time since I saw Simran Gill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;b&gt;Note:&lt;/b&gt; Tags regarding Miss/Mrs/Mr Ang, Mr Lee and whatnot are not worth being entertained and hence will not be replied.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alison:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol that's okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan:&lt;/strong&gt; Because I don't study for tests. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sophia:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha I was with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrea:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay wokay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;althea:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; DINNER LATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arina:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha yes she does Arina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shiqah:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh what to do, you're so funny when you're drunk man I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;az:&lt;/strong&gt; Kinda tooooooo late huh? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guowei&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; I ain't sucking anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xing Hua:&lt;/strong&gt; Mean what, what to do. See you on Sunday ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;althea&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah, of cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle:&lt;/strong&gt; Slaps cheeks and says 'You shameless thing!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weirong:&lt;/strong&gt; Awww now no more liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine:&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha don't let CHANHO get to you okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phylicia:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah man yeah man. Let's give her a break lah probably they're more people like us coming after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheep:&lt;/strong&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I need a tissue to get my gue gue off my nose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-6071896498979645738?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6071896498979645738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6071896498979645738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-having-fun-deleting-friends-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbrefJgh6FI/AAAAAAAAAUU/MfDMWjMmIK8/s72-c/this_is_retro__06_by_suicidelove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-3200855926090667142</id><published>2007-01-24T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:30:42.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel &lt;b&gt;SO FUCKING GOOD&lt;/b&gt; after shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exaggerating seriously. I really feel damn good, just that my stomach's still churning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my voice won't sound so sexy anymore cos really, it's not that fun to be sexy after all cos it gets boring when you don't even try and you know you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay shut up shut up Abby really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel like I'm sinking into the Sec 3 Slack Mood again. &lt;i&gt;Oh no.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw to people at the tagboard on the hot topic of Miss Ang, I asked her today why she didn't tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'Cos Jasmine block me from her blog so I got no link to your blog.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAO SI WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay, so stop having fun imposing as her Wf and Khaw - and you got it wrong when you tagged as &lt;u&gt;Mrs&lt;/u&gt; Ang. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel the addiction to my computer anymore. That's probably weird but it's okay cos that means more time to watch the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be disappointed if you check back after three days and find no updates; cos I think that's what this blog's gonna be like for the 200something days from now to Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-3200855926090667142?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3200855926090667142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3200855926090667142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-so-fucking-good-after-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-931468133999018331</id><published>2007-01-22T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:32:25.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures from Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbTJYJgh6BI/AAAAAAAAATg/M8ERYJ9KrG4/s1600-h/200107+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022860901131347986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbTJYJgh6BI/AAAAAAAAATg/M8ERYJ9KrG4/s320/200107+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to TP and NP with Wf, Jierong and Lenny(Pork Chop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Shiqah and Price later at night for some Clarke Quay&lt;em&gt;ing&lt;/em&gt; and Martini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbTJaZgh6DI/AAAAAAAAATw/n0DgiuPklwU/s1600-h/200107+012edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022860939786053682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbTJaZgh6DI/AAAAAAAAATw/n0DgiuPklwU/s320/200107+012edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's them at &lt;strong&gt;Molly Malone's&lt;/strong&gt;, where Shiqah's cousin worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got free treats. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbTJX5gh6AI/AAAAAAAAATY/Jrc2CHBC8gk/s1600-h/200107+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022860896836380674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbTJX5gh6AI/AAAAAAAAATY/Jrc2CHBC8gk/s320/200107+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely not a picure day man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbTJaJgh6CI/AAAAAAAAATo/LIWg2V7wjgI/s1600-h/200107+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022860935491086370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbTJaJgh6CI/AAAAAAAAATo/LIWg2V7wjgI/s320/200107+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was in some random hotel we passed while heading to CocoLatte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gallery Hotel is it not? I'm not sure, all I knew was Shiqah needed to use the toilet urgently and Price and me needed the aircon supply &lt;u&gt;desperately.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to a friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;Imee Anra Francesca Lim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbTJapgh6EI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9qX0CyI0Gps/s1600-h/PC200402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022860944081020994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbTJapgh6EI/AAAAAAAAAT4/9qX0CyI0Gps/s320/PC200402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been strong, you've been the one that's always there for me whenever - whether it's in the wee hours or during my not so good days. You've been a great friend, a great love, and a great listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all that you'd did for me, I'm gonna make sure that I'll return you 200 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my chance, and remember.. I love you friend. And I hope you smile as sweetly as you do in this picture, that's why I put it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone through this, you have my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-931468133999018331?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/931468133999018331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/931468133999018331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/imee-anra-francesca-lim.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RbTJYJgh6BI/AAAAAAAAATg/M8ERYJ9KrG4/s72-c/200107+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-3689721273935202930</id><published>2007-01-21T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:16:30.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The more you'd tried the let go of something, the more you miss it when you know you can't do without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard.&lt;br /&gt;But it must go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-3689721273935202930?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3689721273935202930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3689721273935202930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/more-youd-tried-let-go-of-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-3839115301475208795</id><published>2007-01-20T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T11:33:19.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a sexy voice to kill now, and some people say I sing better with this voice. (&lt;em&gt;@&amp;^*&amp;amp;^#@?!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Imee stayed over.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, BBQ Steamboat at Marina Bay for Astroboy Winston and Shanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun, really. But siahlah, I felt so close to drunk except I'm not cos there weren't any drinks that I got so high when we headed to Clarke Quay to just chill and see people scream their lungs out on GMAX. Just imagine if they're up there in the air and the Gmax strings snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wlao, GG siah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had Guides on Friday, and JasmineSim(My sayang...) and me found out that &lt;b&gt;MISS ANG EI TING&lt;/b&gt; reads our blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMGWTFBBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said this, 'You better go say nice things about me in your blog, and then I will tag.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really ah Miss Ang? For all I know you're reading this now and twitching your nose. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ang okay lah, you very cute lah. Like my older sister like that. I didn't even know you were legal to already be married cos you still look like a young 18 having the best of life at the moment with probably the whole entire male SG population bowing at their knees for you to accept their flowers. And I still like your yellow sunflower rubberband! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Okay this is going too far.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough Miss Ang?&lt;br /&gt;Okay now tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-3839115301475208795?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3839115301475208795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3839115301475208795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-got-sexy-voice-to-kill-now-and-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-3563535422104898923</id><published>2007-01-17T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:49:02.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jevonne (the Monkey) Luar Xue Ying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Ra4wflMFVvI/AAAAAAAAATA/L4Z7-cZTmxA/s1600-h/jevonne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021003953681553138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Ra4wflMFVvI/AAAAAAAAATA/L4Z7-cZTmxA/s320/jevonne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some snapshots I took of her when we had a meeting for Family Day that's gonna happen on the 3rd of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wf and me are in charge of games.. And she suggested games like inflating a balloon with your nose, competing who writes faster with their toes, and balancing a bean bag with an egg on top of it on their head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she wasn't a bimbo but now, yeah maybe she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She just went to shower so I have time to blog from a break from discussion for the games :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January's really a month with birthdays back to back. Weirong's, Mine's, Jev's.. Next comes Donna and BX. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to reply tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alison:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol you and RD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jev`:&lt;/strong&gt; HAPPY BDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.15.15.14:&lt;/strong&gt; Really meh? Now my phone is that ugly sony ericsson. Eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha yes I did like it, THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imee:&lt;/strong&gt; Welcome Imee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woOtnicK:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes I saw that 'surprise'. Thanks for doodling. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; Jealous ah? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol forget it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alison:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes they spelt it wrongly. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; They did didn't they? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jp:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weirong:&lt;/strong&gt; Hip hip hoooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheep:&lt;/strong&gt; Let's go shopping then, and then you sponsor me since you're interested in my dad. HAHAHHAA. I LOVE YOU TOO SHEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huiming:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha rip them if you want. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine:&lt;/strong&gt; Relinked dear. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; No I protect Wf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jev`:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you there monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the bday greetings, I left them out cos they'll be too many to reply. Haa but thanks again to all those out there! &lt;b&gt;Looove.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Ra4yVFMFVwI/AAAAAAAAATI/zQ-0gI3RKo4/s1600-h/170107+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021005972316182274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Ra4yVFMFVwI/AAAAAAAAATI/zQ-0gI3RKo4/s320/170107+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how far my phone is from my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, when the phone has it's alarm ringing at 615, I don't wake up till only half an hour later when the light's switched on and the aircon's off. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I promise I'll take bus to school tomorrow and I won't let my mum look down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;People will see me at Katong tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see man Mummy, I'll make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-3563535422104898923?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3563535422104898923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3563535422104898923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-jevonne-monkey-luar-xue.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Ra4wflMFVvI/AAAAAAAAATA/L4Z7-cZTmxA/s72-c/jevonne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-6159203444443587598</id><published>2007-01-15T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T18:29:13.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RatXVVMFVuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/C0hCxw95oKo/s1600-h/formee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020202233611245282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RatXVVMFVuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/C0hCxw95oKo/s320/formee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick, and still am sick. I planned to want to go for Chem lecture which happened after school since I could sneak in easily.. But the medicine got me and I feel too drowsy to even walk straight properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably go to school tomorrow, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a new friend recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Ras9O1MFVtI/AAAAAAAAASk/x__m_c2f-ps/s1600-h/130107+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020173534639773394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Ras9O1MFVtI/AAAAAAAAASk/x__m_c2f-ps/s320/130107+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;b&gt;Nicky.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend that Wootnick probably found me for from Action City(hell yes wasn't it), and he gives me free massages the moment I have my fingers on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been a great help for the past few days, especially when the aches from my flue and cold comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so for recognition,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you Nicky.&lt;/i&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-6159203444443587598?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6159203444443587598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6159203444443587598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/ill-be-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RatXVVMFVuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/C0hCxw95oKo/s72-c/formee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-179053109124639692</id><published>2007-01-14T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:35:52.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had two surprises today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly, (okay I know it was suppose to be a surprise but this applies differently now) the two surprises were comparably total opposites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaoSWFMFVoI/AAAAAAAAARs/ToL5MBtNhqM/s1600-h/amirultag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019844905217119874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaoSWFMFVoI/AAAAAAAAARs/ToL5MBtNhqM/s320/amirultag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul tagged me, and he asked me to check my mail. I thought it was gonna be the pictures we took at my party on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, no it wasn't the pictures. It came with a pleasant surprise of a song written for me on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he composed one for me when we had English today on Thursday(I think), but I didn't think much about it; since he didn't bring along his guitar to the party on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you Amirul.&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a link to the Youtube video,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQWc9h60dsQ" width="325" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaoSWlMFVqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-R1IrZtVklY/s1600-h/lyrics.jpg"&gt;The lyrics.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from my email, he said.. &lt;blockquote&gt;must mention it on that blog of yours hor, no a whole post&lt;/blockquote&gt;Is 3/4 a post fine? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 a post, because I can't wait the show the world whole this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, second surprise of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaoudlMFVrI/AAAAAAAAASE/v_ujTp8WeY0/s1600-h/poser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019875820391716530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaoudlMFVrI/AAAAAAAAASE/v_ujTp8WeY0/s320/poser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She viewed me on Friendster and when I viewed her back, I was surprised to see that her profile About Me section is too fucking similiar to be true in comparison to my About me section on the right of this blog which I'd come up with by &lt;i&gt;myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine asked me to shame her, (so bitchy, LOL) but this isn't counted would it?.. Since I'd censored her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment Jasmine told her that I found out, she edited it with &lt;u&gt;immediate effect.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, posers.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-179053109124639692?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/179053109124639692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/179053109124639692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-had-two-surprises-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaoSWFMFVoI/AAAAAAAAARs/ToL5MBtNhqM/s72-c/amirultag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-1793687947647001863</id><published>2007-01-13T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:10:48.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16 TO ME. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Raj96FMFVkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-CT2mewP8JA/s1600-h/1021868ln0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019540958971516482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Raj96FMFVkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-CT2mewP8JA/s320/1021868ln0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best birthday party ever yesterday at my house, with approx. 30 people squeezed into my house due to the the wet weather.. Or it would have been at the BBQ pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven of them stayed over, and we had the time of our lives; so don't be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got dunked, and I got creamed by whipped cream Justyn and Weiru bought(FUCK TWO BOTTLES AND ALL WHIPPED ON ME) and they cheated my feelings to dunk me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Raj96VMFVlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LY9uWoUkMHw/s1600-h/1021858fz7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019540963266483794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Raj96VMFVlI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LY9uWoUkMHw/s320/1021858fz7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of all the wet people together. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents made them happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy thanks for working till 12 on Friday and getting all busy bcos of the change of plans to indoors till 2 in the wee hours. I love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa I LOVE YOU TOOOOO. Thanks for postponing your Xiamen trip to tomorrow morning to make it for my party even if all you did was sleep on the sofa. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably let them read this part of the post, but I'll keep the URL undisclosed for safety reasons due to explicit contents. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought me for a Sushi Buffet at M Hotel tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Raj2EFMFVgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/dwkYlBXXEXc/s1600-h/130107+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019532334677186050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Raj2EFMFVgI/AAAAAAAAAQI/dwkYlBXXEXc/s320/130107+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Raj2ElMFVhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/eRbswPrJJV8/s1600-h/130107+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019532343267120658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Raj2ElMFVhI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/eRbswPrJJV8/s320/130107+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handsome hunk and me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when adults take pictures, they don't focus on the faces. They prefer the whole body, so yes this explains who took the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanfong Sheeposan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Raj2E1MFViI/AAAAAAAAAQY/T4M_VneFO4M/s1600-h/130107+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019532347562087970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Raj2E1MFViI/AAAAAAAAAQY/T4M_VneFO4M/s320/130107+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the pictures. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To name,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahirah Simran Imee Wanfong Jo Shearen Donna Weiru Jasmine Miko David Justyn Boon Nigel Jev Aiyan Jingyi Weirong Lenny Thongkiat Junliang Wootnick Amirul JustinKhaw Danial Azri NicholasChua and.. more. (in case I missed anyone out &gt;&lt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To people who wished me, online, tags, calls, sms, blogs, Friendster..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in random order)&lt;br /&gt;Althea Alison Jierong Jo Gavin Nicole Weirong Imee Donna JasmineTeo Samuel JoleneTan Daryl Weiru Sara Wheewan Roy Winston Richny Penny Roy JustinKhaw Shearen Leonard RachelTan Liting Atiqah Amalina Lemuel Serene Miko Grace Mavis Yanjia Wanfong Enrico Alexandria Harris Clayton Jingyi Roland Ahkim Kahchee Josephine(secone) Edward Chawmin Weirong JasmineSim Dylan Evonne Yongyi Sarah(Ali's) XX Wanswen RachelTang Wanfong Farahliyana Shaun Benjamin SarahAuyong Naiyu Weijia Changsheng Sheldon Cliffton Raunaq Denise Michelle Daniel Cynthia Andrea Shiqah Xuanhan Arina Shanti Siewyin Jianyang Azri Cherie Jiamin Suting RachelNg Valerie Mat Mingjiang.. so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(last updated column at 140107, 1910hrs)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Travelations(NZ trainers) sent me a Bday eCard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Raj2E1MFVjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NRDACG1MZEw/s1600-h/hapybdaY!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019532347562087986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Raj2E1MFVjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NRDACG1MZEw/s320/hapybdaY!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the presents were lovely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Raj2D1MFVfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/VOS9PfnD7NM/s1600-h/presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019532330382218738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Raj2D1MFVfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/VOS9PfnD7NM/s320/presents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE I LOVE ALL OF YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few shoutouts to a few close ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Althea:&lt;/em&gt; Sorry you can't make it, but thanks for the pool session. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jierong:&lt;/em&gt; I'm sorry you got lost and made 3 rounds around the bus 42 loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simran/Shahirah:&lt;/em&gt; Yes, tml. You better reveal what you have for me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donna:&lt;/em&gt; thanks man for the Gstring and undies. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wootnick:&lt;/em&gt; The turtle you officially gave me would be called "Nicky".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jasmine/Nigel:&lt;/em&gt; THANK YOU FOR BRINGING THE CAKE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicole:&lt;/em&gt; I'm sorry you can't make it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miko:&lt;/em&gt; If you didn't go off that early...../:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the girls, thanks for the shopping spree session you all accompanied me on today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the year I had the most memorable party, and I thank all of you out there for that. And I definitely want those pictures that were taken to be sent to meee okay. (Hint to Wf, Amirul, Nick, Dan, Imee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-1793687947647001863?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1793687947647001863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1793687947647001863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-sweet-16-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/Raj96FMFVkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-CT2mewP8JA/s72-c/1021868ln0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-4627229585221772440</id><published>2007-01-11T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:20:49.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;For the lovelies that will be coming tomorrow..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRT: Kembangan, Bedok.&lt;br /&gt;Buses: 42, 40.&lt;br /&gt;(Towards Bedok Interchange direction.)&lt;br /&gt;Siglap Area, Flamingo Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be at the poolside BBQ pit.. not my house. So for those who knows where my house is, no it's not at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If lost, do call me, thank you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I'm just not in my right set of mind, I tend to do things that are probably too crazy. And when I look back in a retrospective manner, what seemed to happen always feels like it's a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that it happened, but you just can't believe you actually did that. It feels like a queer sort of Deja Vu, just that you're more assured of what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just weird, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirong told me there's 284 more days to Os; cos Imma who sits besides her countdowns to every one day we near Dooms Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm gonna be 16 in less than 48 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-4627229585221772440?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4627229585221772440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4627229585221772440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/sometimes-when-im-just-not-in-my-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-6628845822254633021</id><published>2007-01-09T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:29:15.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess it's just my luck today.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm whining about my life or what or that I'm those 'BLEEDMEDRYCOSNOONELOVESME' kind of mood.. I'M JUST REALLY SUAY LAH GODDAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imee and me got caught by DM bringing food to class and this is probably the secondth time for 4 years so far. the first time was in Sec One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS C. POON MOCKED MY HAIR WHEN I HAPPENED TO BE STRESSING OVER GEOG TEST LATER ON IN HER AG LESSON AND SHE WENT, "Abygail what's wrong with your hair?" AND SHE &lt;i&gt;GIGGLED.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes wtf. She &lt;i&gt;giggled.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was the whole class turned back to see my screwed up fringe which I was messing. Fuck I'm gonna shoot it back at her when I have a chance. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tripped 3 times today, and I fell once flat on my butt outside 4E when I slipped there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my close to nothing but shit phone was in my pocket, my butt fell flat on the floor, and my phone was sandwiched between my butt and the floor when my pocket went under my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I have a bruise on my right thigh in the shape of my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part now is, my phone's not working. The screen's blank. But funny thing is I can still receive calls and I hear my sms alerts.. Just that the screen is just a fucking plain colour of white light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaOihraaXOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JXU5INOHx4E/s1600-h/blankscreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018033109293751522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaOihraaXOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JXU5INOHx4E/s320/blankscreen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either like that, or like that. You get the picture. And when a call comes in, it just blinks and vibrates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mentioned I dropped the backcover which covers the battery in the bus a few days back?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaOihLaaXMI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/o0tjWo-qjbI/s1600-h/090107+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018033100703816898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaOihLaaXMI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/o0tjWo-qjbI/s320/090107+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so now it looks like that, and that's how I use it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see how much more of a bad condition my phone can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaOihbaaXNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/hckoZ8iOk1g/s1600-h/scratchedlikefuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018033104998784210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaOihbaaXNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/hckoZ8iOk1g/s320/scratchedlikefuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scratches, and all the.. &lt;i&gt;sigh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my middle button came off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clayton: &lt;/strong&gt;And sorry, I know you have the hots for my fellow curly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soonhao:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes I do, Mr Black Specs. Stop being so racist lah your specs is the same shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay so from now on, Justin's imitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alison:&lt;/strong&gt; I will, when I'm free. Haha! I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; Then you want Ricola?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jina:&lt;/strong&gt; No lah Jina so social buttefly. You'll be Miss Popular soon. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richny:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA, thanks for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TING ;:&lt;/strong&gt; )): I got no time. Stupid school sucked my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weirong:&lt;/strong&gt; May you grow taller cute one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; Wasn't that what she said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheep:&lt;/strong&gt; Shut up lah! Why everyone say I hopeless. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey there love. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jev`:&lt;/strong&gt; You just didn't get to flagpole Amirul that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; No lah, it's you. Face it yandao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine (TEO AI PING):&lt;/strong&gt; Kim? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl:&lt;/strong&gt; Huh who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; No? Helloooo I was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan:&lt;/strong&gt; Omg. Okay happy belated Merry Xmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Yay! You yandao lah, don't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jo:&lt;/strong&gt; ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.15.15.14:&lt;/strong&gt; Ugh you stupid red hair beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alison:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA, now leh? Still cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;price:&lt;/strong&gt; Your greetings are much appreciated. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those that I told I'll be having a BBQ on Saturday, it's off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why. Let's not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random picture of me at Conrad Hotel eating dinner with my parents on Friday night last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaOmMraaXPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/iOAqsg_uGik/s1600-h/090107+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018037146563009778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaOmMraaXPI/AAAAAAAAAPo/iOAqsg_uGik/s320/090107+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I censored my mouth, because I had salad dressing on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a better day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-6628845822254633021?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6628845822254633021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6628845822254633021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-guess-its-just-my-luck-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaOihraaXOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JXU5INOHx4E/s72-c/blankscreen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-3128209441591308420</id><published>2007-01-07T20:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:45:10.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Flames to dust,&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should just announce today as 'Everyone's pissed' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed cos I didn't even get to sleep for two decent hours.&lt;br /&gt;Price was pissed cos Jeff got on her nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Xing, Ben, and Jeff got pissed cos they got busted.&lt;br /&gt;My mum got pissed cos she found me missing from my room in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slept till 1 today when I got to bed at 7 in the morning after coming back from Siglap's 7/11 with Price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so fucked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-3128209441591308420?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3128209441591308420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/3128209441591308420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/flames-to-dust-lovers-to-friends_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-7644090707232528998</id><published>2007-01-07T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:30:08.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To begin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th Weirong!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blogged after twelve on purpose just to wish you. I hope you grow taller and get even cuter by the day so I'll have a eye candy everyday in class. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA recruitment &lt;i&gt;yesterday&lt;/i&gt;(since it's after 12) was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaJVW7aaXLI/AAAAAAAAAPA/kpDd6vsmOoI/s1600-h/cimg5428yx9ql3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaJVW7aaXLI/AAAAAAAAAPA/kpDd6vsmOoI/s320/cimg5428yx9ql3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017666787238108338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inserted photo of Amirul getting flagpoled cos I just feel like it :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy for words, because my right eye is so swollen I'm actually having only vision from my left eye, and as I typed that sentence I had more than 7 typos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Starbucks caffiene must have caused the sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for reference,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://devil-morgue.blogspot.com"&gt;Amirul's,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://justink-.blogspot.com"&gt;Cow's,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://littlehouseofvillains.blogspot.com"&gt;Fong's.&lt;/a&gt; (: She haven't updated, but I know she will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; happy birthday to you too, Sheldon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyah folks.&lt;a href="http://littlehouseofvillains.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-7644090707232528998?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7644090707232528998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7644090707232528998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-begin-happy-16th-weirong-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RaJVW7aaXLI/AAAAAAAAAPA/kpDd6vsmOoI/s72-c/cimg5428yx9ql3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-9146590639065613492</id><published>2007-01-05T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:16:59.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;emotional&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;[i-moh-shuh-nl]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-decoration:italic;"&gt;- adjective&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. pertaining to or involving emotion or the emotions.  &lt;br /&gt;2. subject to or easily affected by emotion: &lt;em&gt;We are an emotional family, given to demonstrations of affection.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;3. appealing to the emotions: &lt;em&gt;an emotional request for contributions.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;4. showing or revealing very strong emotions: &lt;em&gt;an emotional scene in a play.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;5. actuated, effected, or determined by emotion rather than reason: &lt;em&gt;An emotional decision is often a wrong decision. &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. governed by emotion: &lt;em&gt;He is in a highly emotional state of mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZ44G7aaXJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NCPLAxeKXNI/s1600-h/BOOM_by_flamingbambi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZ44G7aaXJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NCPLAxeKXNI/s320/BOOM_by_flamingbambi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016508726616153234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-9146590639065613492?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/9146590639065613492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/9146590639065613492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/emotional-i-moh-shuh-nl-adjective-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZ44G7aaXJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NCPLAxeKXNI/s72-c/BOOM_by_flamingbambi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-2354713947352261270</id><published>2007-01-04T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:35:36.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been only the 2nd day of school, and I was telling Imee during Amaths lecture that it feels like a week already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedules of remedials dating to even &lt;U&gt;Term 3&lt;/u&gt; has already been given out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two middles for you school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-2354713947352261270?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2354713947352261270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2354713947352261270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-been-only-2nd-day-of-school-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-5208597070922608749</id><published>2007-01-03T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T20:34:55.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Introducing......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZubBuWqf3I/AAAAAAAAANY/F2OBAY5Hglc/s1600-h/030107+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015773063932444530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZubBuWqf3I/AAAAAAAAANY/F2OBAY5Hglc/s320/030107+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lovebirds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZubCOWqf4I/AAAAAAAAANg/v_NUXACUF9c/s1600-h/030107+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015773072522379138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZubCOWqf4I/AAAAAAAAANg/v_NUXACUF9c/s320/030107+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Act Sweets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZubCuWqf5I/AAAAAAAAANo/bAyYHCALdOA/s1600-h/030107+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015773081112313746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZubCuWqf5I/AAAAAAAAANo/bAyYHCALdOA/s320/030107+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Act Funnys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZubC-Wqf6I/AAAAAAAAANw/1CkmtiBNgbQ/s1600-h/030107+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015773085407281058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZubC-Wqf6I/AAAAAAAAANw/1CkmtiBNgbQ/s320/030107+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Act Sweets now turning into Act Cutes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course.. The cutest of the cutest of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZubDeWqf7I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jDF7PQgbUXw/s1600-h/030107+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015773093997215666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZubDeWqf7I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jDF7PQgbUXw/s320/030107+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.. when I was a young 6 years old at LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly like this picture for GodKnowsWhat reaason,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZudlOWqf8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/G3YZ2JvKesE/s1600-h/030107+010edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZudlOWqf8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/G3YZ2JvKesE/s320/030107+010edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015775872841056194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was candid, taken by either Imee or Jasmine.. I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I think I know why I like the picture.&lt;br /&gt;It's probably because my pimples don't show at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school seemed not that bad, besides the fact that I got drenched wet when I came back from Parkway taking 40 when it suddenly rained cats and dogs out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to study from now on and not go online anymore. I plan to &lt;s&gt;do&lt;/s&gt; fill in my Chemistry with &lt;i&gt;reference&lt;/i&gt; from Sara's and Shearen's worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curlies plan to take Maths tuition together, either A or E. And we'll work towards the Os hard and well. Miko, let's not slack anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do well this year.&lt;br /&gt;I must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richny:&lt;/strong&gt; Not really good news was it. No? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole:&lt;/strong&gt; But it doesn't taste nice. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jev`:&lt;/b&gt; Who's the monkey now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; No it doesn't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weirong:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes I saw you today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jr:&lt;/b&gt; Life's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh no. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imee:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm glad I'd spent it with you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TING ;:&lt;/strong&gt; Love love! :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you there too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miko:&lt;/strong&gt; koooooooooooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; If you want me to, since you poked my teeth today. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;price:&lt;/strong&gt; -.-. Double shoots back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;daryl:&lt;/b&gt; Awwwwww so sweet. That JieDi thing was so 2004. Haha! But okay you'll always be my didi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine (TEO AI PING):&lt;/strong&gt; You too Poop, thanks for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZui1-Wqf9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/JJZo0bMfYH8/s1600-h/030107+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZui1-Wqf9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/JJZo0bMfYH8/s320/030107+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015781658162003922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo, I love you. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-5208597070922608749?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/5208597070922608749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/5208597070922608749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/introducing.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZubBuWqf3I/AAAAAAAAANY/F2OBAY5Hglc/s72-c/030107+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-428729107288736509</id><published>2007-01-02T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T13:02:10.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had dinner at my grandaunt's house just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Bukit Timah apartment house was so pretty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZlAhuWqfvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CtkQ67RrDoc/s1600-h/newyear+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZlAhuWqfvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CtkQ67RrDoc/s320/newyear+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015110608176709362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially this christmas tree she got from Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum wanted to take a picture with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZlAieWqfwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/y2NJmX13tv4/s1600-h/newyear+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZlAieWqfwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/y2NJmX13tv4/s320/newyear+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015110621061611266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was great, look at how she sat the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZlAheWqfuI/AAAAAAAAALs/B9OTPNdrynY/s1600-h/newyear+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZlAheWqfuI/AAAAAAAAALs/B9OTPNdrynY/s320/newyear+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015110603881742050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a 5kg fish that they took a whole day to roast(yes I didn't know you could roast a fish), and they had steak too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played with my lil cousin, Shyen, throughout the night when the adults were talking about more serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZlAi-WqfyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rppSuG4sDjM/s1600-h/shyen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZlAi-WqfyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rppSuG4sDjM/s320/shyen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015110629651545890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute ah she? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; "I ask you, how come an egg is different from an elephant?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "I don't know, cos an elephant has four legs and an egg doesn't have any?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; "Haha wrong! It's because an elephant has a tail and an egg doesn't have one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....-.-&lt;br /&gt;I forced myself to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not that she was cute, I would just roll my eyes man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just some other random pictures I have in my cam which I'd loaded into my com at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZlAiuWqfxI/AAAAAAAAAME/4U0Q7kKloGk/s1600-h/hk+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZlAiuWqfxI/AAAAAAAAAME/4U0Q7kKloGk/s320/hk+133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015110625356578578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're chocolates. My mum thought they were cute and she bought them for me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Xmas card I got from Simran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZlEY-WqfzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/I3VwcsCk1Y4/s1600-h/newyear+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZlEY-WqfzI/AAAAAAAAAMU/I3VwcsCk1Y4/s320/newyear+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015114855899365170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she had written on the card when I opened it was,&lt;br /&gt;"Words are insufficient." WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZlEZeWqf0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/RV1jpgnwC5Q/s1600-h/newyear+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZlEZeWqf0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/RV1jpgnwC5Q/s320/newyear+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015114864489299778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Imee, Weiru and me. We caught &lt;b&gt;Curse of the Golden Flower&lt;/b&gt; at Bugis together yesterday. And we all agreed that Gong Li's jiggling boobs are too distracting for words to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, we'll all have a great 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Good night sweeets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-428729107288736509?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/428729107288736509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/428729107288736509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-had-dinner-at-my-grandaunts-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZlAhuWqfvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CtkQ67RrDoc/s72-c/newyear+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-2342910343629945241</id><published>2007-01-01T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:16:35.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbq, Clarke Quay, Esplanade.. Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZjRSeWqftI/AAAAAAAAALg/rUv35OtpuQw/s1600-h/kings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZjRSeWqftI/AAAAAAAAALg/rUv35OtpuQw/s320/kings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014988300393021138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Mee and me standing in a middle of some random road near Clarke Quay, and I guess the captions says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up not long ago just now, cos we got back to my house at 6 in the morning and i was in a panic mood when we couldn't flag a taxi at Bugis area and I was scared my maid would be awake already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God she wasn't, still fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like telling my num that my maid didn't wake up at 6 like she had asked her to everyday, but if I do tell her my mum will think it's funny how I know she didn't wake up at 6.. cos what, I WOKE UP AT SIX TO FIND OUT SHE DIDN'T WAKE UP AT SIX?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is getting too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I plan to make a long list of people to thank.. But I'd realised, there was no need for it. Those people know where they stand in my heart and I don't have to tell the world how much they mean to me.. as long as they know it, it's fine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for this great year, and I won't mind going through it threes times again at slow speed just to tresure every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Cheeeeeeeeeeeers. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-2342910343629945241?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2342910343629945241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2342910343629945241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-been-long-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZjRSeWqftI/AAAAAAAAALg/rUv35OtpuQw/s72-c/kings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-1204935833880440459</id><published>2006-12-31T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T01:20:23.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another spastic day filled with dumb jokes and even more dumb bimbotic logics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZaaeficDvI/AAAAAAAAALU/ryCTGo_njRw/s1600-h/triple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZaaeficDvI/AAAAAAAAALU/ryCTGo_njRw/s320/triple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014365083776323314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With courtesy of &lt;b&gt;Shahirah Price.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a change, we turned from shopping addicts to tanning lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WENT TO SILOSO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, the damn sun wasn't shining and when we decided to pack up.. It came up. Pfft. But that's okay we had a great time chatting and suaning and eating Nachos from 7/11 and I met Wf and Ruiwen at Palawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool, the netballers were there too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivo for a while, and it's the first time for her to be there. In the end we still did some shopping.. But I didn't buy anything, so three cheers for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Bugis to meet my parents for dinner at Hotel Intercontinental. Swensen's was where we settled our dessert. Haha, my parents were in a good mood man swear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both me and Price were wearing dresses today, and this was some random convo that happened in the car.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt; Shahirah, your skirt got fly up today anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Price:&lt;/strong&gt; Never lah aunty. I got wear FBT under my dress. (She was kidding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHHA REALLY AH! Then guys anticipating for it to fly up upset lah cos got shorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt; (laughing also) Then Abby you help Shahirah stick a HAHA on her ass of her shorts.&lt;/blockquote&gt;My parents got wacky sense of humour man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed so much today, and so did my parents, that I think we at least lost 238464395 calories burning it up when our stomach muscles worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price and me even came up with a game of Scissors Paper Stone played with our tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time to reply some overdued tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheep:&lt;/strong&gt; Really ah? My mum told me alot of girls chase after him last time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alison:&lt;/strong&gt; I came in from lowland and went out from highland. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soonhao:&lt;/strong&gt; NVM WEITING'S ON MY SIDE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imee:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes I saw. And no I didn't get it HAHA it's so ugly lah pls wlao YOU NO TASTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miko:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah okay I asked you to tag but not tag this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes okay ulcer partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huiming:&lt;/strong&gt; Same to you too! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan:&lt;/strong&gt; Shit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle:&lt;/strong&gt; hey misshell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TING ;:&lt;/strong&gt; I miss you too! Rmb to meet up yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks alot man. Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dave/weirong/koalabear/soonhao/daryl:&lt;/strong&gt; MERRY(late) CHRISTMAS to you guys too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winston:&lt;/strong&gt; Better, I guess. MERRY XMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; Merry Xmas!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine (TEO AI PING):&lt;/strong&gt; You pooper. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sHEEEEp:&lt;/strong&gt; You put lah so smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Did you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan:&lt;/strong&gt; You've been linked lah. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clayton:&lt;/strong&gt; Fine.. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pool partner:&lt;/strong&gt; I CAN LAH WLAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; See you tml. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah of cos. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bokie!:&lt;/strong&gt; Huh serious? Okay thanks alot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHEEP:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes probably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's countdown tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe 2007 comes in so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-1204935833880440459?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1204935833880440459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/1204935833880440459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-spastic-day-filled-with-dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZaaeficDvI/AAAAAAAAALU/ryCTGo_njRw/s72-c/triple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-4741920664907462777</id><published>2006-12-29T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:52:10.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I touched down at 4 in the wee hours of the morning, got home at 7 after some supper at Kembagan with Uncle Perry who bothered to wake up so early to fetch us home from the airport, and crashed at 8 and woke up at 3 and I met Simran and Price at 7 for dinner at Siglap and I got just got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, long sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to console myself on the fact that Imee and me weren't able to meet cos there wasn't enough time. But that's alright I see her almost everyday and I don't need to see her curly hair all the way at Hong Kong specially too but OKAY I LOVE HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was &lt;b&gt;GREAT&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They try too hard to use the English language sometimes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZVI8PicDqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KvurOOeGz4w/s1600-h/hk+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013993959947243170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZVI8PicDqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KvurOOeGz4w/s320/hk+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on a restaurant menu and I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZTtovicDSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jRB8-sTZXwg/s1600-h/hk+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013893569381666082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZTtovicDSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/jRB8-sTZXwg/s320/hk+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macau was quite pretty, but it screams the word &lt;i&gt;Casino&lt;/i&gt; everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZTtpvicDUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3nhsPGYTxV0/s1600-h/hk+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013893586561535298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZTtpvicDUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3nhsPGYTxV0/s320/hk+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sands Casino - World's Biggest Casino ever.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the sky, the air there in Macau is bloody polluted. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna come to Singapore soon too, at Marina Bay or Sentosa.. I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZTtp_icDVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qf580J3LJJM/s1600-h/hk+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013893590856502610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZTtp_icDVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qf580J3LJJM/s320/hk+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Fisherman's Wharf with my dad. I told him to stand on the road while I stand on the curb. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZTtpPicDTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kQZAAabd6fA/s1600-h/hk+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013893577971600690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZTtpPicDTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kQZAAabd6fA/s320/hk+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess their main form of transport are bikes. They honk so much at each other and shout across the roads. -.- Rude people they are I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZVI5PicDnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dna_o5h7mS0/s1600-h/hk+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013993908407635570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZVI5PicDnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dna_o5h7mS0/s320/hk+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole's Boutique. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU3LPicDZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/LSwoR1hzZDM/s1600-h/hk+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013974426435980690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU3LPicDZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/LSwoR1hzZDM/s320/hk+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas jingle bells silent night frosty the snowman! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU3LvicDaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/q92-Vw4BzEY/s1600-h/hk+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013974435025915298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU3LvicDaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/q92-Vw4BzEY/s320/hk+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their night scenery's so breathtaking, but I chose to spend my time taking pictures of flowers there AHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU_hficDhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GUyov1L40t8/s1600-h/rosesarered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013983604781092370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU_hficDhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GUyov1L40t8/s320/rosesarered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these roses awwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those bouquet of flowers people give people when they open new shops or whatever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZVI4ficDmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bk-kJTMUh0s/s1600-h/hk+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013993895522733666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZVI4ficDmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bk-kJTMUh0s/s320/hk+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We happened to have got there on the official opening of some casino called Babylon and they lined all these bouquet of flowers all around their walkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a ferry from Macau to Hong Kong, and yes Macau screams &lt;i&gt;Casino&lt;/i&gt; but HK screams &lt;i&gt;Shopping.&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a lot of stuff, but I'm still not satisfied. Zomg, I have a shopping addiction to conquer. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU5-_icDcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2SMuHpHyMsw/s1600-h/hk+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013977514517466562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU5-_icDcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2SMuHpHyMsw/s320/hk+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a part of it. Espirit there is SIAHLAH f*cking cheap, and they had Summer Sales, so that explains all the speg tops I bought and no I am not skimpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in a hotel along Tsim Sha Tsui, supposedly thier Orchard Road in HK. The people(or should I say.. &lt;i&gt;taitais&lt;/i&gt;) there are so brand conscious. Everywhere you'll see Dolce&amp;Gabbana, Gucci, Prada, Chanel, LV.. You name it, they have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only shop they didn't have was TOPSHOP!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see Topshop in the biggest shopping complex next to my hotel, The Gateway is the name. It's more than twice as big as Vivo(WTF).. So I went up to this random woman who seemed like those kind that shopped alot and is in, and I asked her in Chinese.. "Here got this brand? *shows my bag label which have the word Topshop on it*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum said she couldn't believe I did that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food there was great, and we probably had this much for every meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU5_vicDdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/axnkSTJhXnY/s1600-h/hk+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013977527402368466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU5_vicDdI/AAAAAAAAAHk/axnkSTJhXnY/s320/hk+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had 6 meals a day, my dad's idea.&lt;br /&gt;(I PUT ON WEIGHT SHIT.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random place along the town area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU_i_icDjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KFOSKE9ptKo/s1600-h/hk+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013983630550896178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU_i_icDjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KFOSKE9ptKo/s320/hk+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know, I see no point in putting up these adverts.. It's just so messy I don't even wanna look at it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took all kinds of transport when we were there. Ferry to get to Hongkong Island, Mtr, Taxi, TurboJets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU_jficDkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0OvOO0aB8to/s1600-h/hk+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013983639140830786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU_jficDkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/0OvOO0aB8to/s320/hk+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like their train. It's so cool man their stop locations are computerized, and I'm sure MRT noobs like Imee would even know how to get their way around HK easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZVNDficDsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YBRpVYLdmXQ/s1600-h/hk+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013998482547805890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZVNDficDsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YBRpVYLdmXQ/s320/hk+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum thought the building behind us was the historical building that was gonna be hacked down which caused a lot of protest from the people, so she wanted to take a picture with it.. and my dad took a damn long time to snap it because of the ongoing traffic behind us that blocked the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE FOUND OUT IT WAS THE WRONG BUILDING AND SHE GOT PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The building was already hacked down.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, my mum's a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Ocean Park for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZVI6_icDpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/iwQaunicMTg/s1600-h/hk+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013993938472406674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZVI6_icDpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/iwQaunicMTg/s320/hk+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had great rides I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they had pretty flowers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZVS__icDuI/AAAAAAAAALI/A67kunL_xdQ/s1600-h/beeandflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZVS__icDuI/AAAAAAAAALI/A67kunL_xdQ/s320/beeandflowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014005019488030434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They attracted bees(ME. HAHA) though, I took pictures of them cos idk, it's just so eye-catching and I think you can see I have this thing going on for flowers now ever since I went to the Singapore Garden Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZVI5_icDoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/iF7uHP-lbfU/s1600-h/hk+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013993921292537474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZVI5_icDoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/iF7uHP-lbfU/s320/hk+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my dad lined up for this 3 minutes ride for an hour, cos we went there on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;But it was still worth it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the world's longest cable car ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU6APicDeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/v04nyBmZaOQ/s1600-h/hk+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013977535992303074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU6APicDeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/v04nyBmZaOQ/s320/hk+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High, yes it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZVLCPicDrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3bdzvN0xv-A/s1600-h/hk+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013996262049713842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZVLCPicDrI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3bdzvN0xv-A/s320/hk+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad looks grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I said, "Pa let's take a picture!"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU_kPicDlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kXZcQdvO-XA/s1600-h/hk+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013983652025732690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU_kPicDlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kXZcQdvO-XA/s320/hk+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE SMILED. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda cold up there, and I was wearing slippers while my mum wore boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU6BficDgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ziy1j1LwrpI/s1600-h/hk+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013977557467139586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU6BficDgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ziy1j1LwrpI/s320/hk+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged footwear for awhile, and this was what her footwear looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU6A_icDfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xfCmxRGIGjw/s1600-h/hk+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013977548877204978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU6A_icDfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xfCmxRGIGjw/s320/hk+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Hongkongers looked at her with those "WTF WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO ACT JAP" look. But my mummy didn't mind lah, for me she will. Everyone, go &lt;i&gt;awwwwww.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU3KficDYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/C43CrQZ0wDk/s1600-h/hk+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013974413551078786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZU3KficDYI/AAAAAAAAAG8/C43CrQZ0wDk/s320/hk+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's a nice person, and I love her. Though I do have this love hate thing going on with her when we fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow my trip was really good; better than I thought it'll be.&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, for all those who have been asking for an update! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/s: I can't believe I took almost a day to blog this post.&lt;br /&gt;p/s/s: Btw, I didn't receive any smses that were sent to my number for the time I was away cos my validity was put to 3 days and they auto deleted themselves by the time I came back on the fifth day. ): So to everyone that wished Merry Xmas, I know it's a little late but Merry Xmas to you too! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-4741920664907462777?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4741920664907462777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4741920664907462777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-touched-down-at-4-in-wee-morning-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RZVI8PicDqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KvurOOeGz4w/s72-c/hk+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-7358692183158681551</id><published>2006-12-24T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T07:49:32.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have less  than 7 minutes to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my other part of the 15 minutes checking my usual stuff, at the budget terminal now and gee, got Genki Sushi in the Immigration Terminal. It's budget and then you put a Genki Sushi here.. seriously it doesn't go at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Macau first, and then from there my parents and my granny will take a ferry to HK. I hope it'll be great without Disneyland. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeee yaaaaaaaaah alll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simran: Eh, I've got something for you but I won't tell you what. &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-7358692183158681551?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7358692183158681551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7358692183158681551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-less-than-7-minutes-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-2455175502276267669</id><published>2006-12-23T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T07:44:23.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First we went to SGF - &lt;b&gt;Singapore Garden Festival.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I never had a thing for flowers, but when Price and me got there.. We were seriously swept off our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers are all so drop dead &lt;i&gt;pretty&lt;/i&gt; and my camera hit a whooping 176 pictures taken a day new record! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a record that's gonna take some time to break again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RY1XM_icDNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IpG18ZwvpQQ/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RY1XM_icDNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IpG18ZwvpQQ/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011757841059155154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're in no sequence or whatsoever, and I made it a duper big resolution so do feel free to click on the image for a better look and be amazed at how pretty they are. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I merged all the pictures of individual closed up taken flowers together so I don't need to upload all of them! Muaha, not as stupid as &lt;a href="http://gaspfor-air.blogspot.com"&gt;Teo Ai Ping.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't put everything up, or it's gonna jam my blog, seriously. Eyecandy for all and i &lt;u&gt;STRONGLY&lt;/u&gt; advise you to go for SGF, it's really worth it - only 5 cheap kachings and you get into there seeing a new entire world. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RY1ZhvicDOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KQJVqu2iDW8/s1600-h/SGF+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RY1ZhvicDOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KQJVqu2iDW8/s320/SGF+157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011760396564696290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a artwork done by our school too, and it's got the Most Orignal Concept award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RY1ZiPicDPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YUv_Lpm-xDE/s1600-h/SGF+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RY1ZiPicDPI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YUv_Lpm-xDE/s320/SGF+158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011760405154630898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is, SO PRETTY RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hanged around there for two hours or so, and Price bought a Orchid plant for her dad for Xmas. Lol, yes she brought the plant everywhere we went and she got pissed when people kept banging into her cos she's upset that her plant gets whacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went mega shopping at Orchard and then to Bugis after that, and I'm too lazy to post up all the pictures lah, there's already a lot of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Bugis Cafe, the one at Bugis Street aircon part to just take  break from our shopping trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us has muffins for snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RY1ZiPicDQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vi8f5pRAZ7U/s1600-h/muffins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RY1ZiPicDQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vi8f5pRAZ7U/s320/muffins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011760405154630914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the diff.&lt;br /&gt;Guess whose muffins who's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for yet another great day BF. And rmb not to wear heels next time when we shop. Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RY1ZivicDRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5K_5-8SUBH8/s1600-h/SGF+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RY1ZivicDRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5K_5-8SUBH8/s320/SGF+148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011760413744565522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the Xmas present also, we have same dresses now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be away to HK tomorrow first thing in the morning and only be back on the 29th, and everybody out there take care! Especially Jo and Shearen; I swear I miss you two like shit siah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love.&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-2455175502276267669?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2455175502276267669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2455175502276267669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-we-went-to-sgf-singapore-garden.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RY1XM_icDNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IpG18ZwvpQQ/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-6262119918238838681</id><published>2006-12-23T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T00:12:13.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For a record, I stayed home for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grounded cos my mum AND dad(now even he's involved) thinks that they can count the number of days I stayed home, "which is three days" they said, and can't count the number of days which I'd gone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to want to do my homework, but blame my mum for not banning me from the com - I made this blogskin instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping the whole days tomorrow with Price, and my mum is paying for our Singapore Garden Festival tickets exhibition at Suntec. ^^ Go see it, it's spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention they're not gonna give me any more money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-6262119918238838681?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6262119918238838681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/6262119918238838681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-record-i-stayed-home-for-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-2109001663767813270</id><published>2006-12-22T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T05:58:47.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope my mum bans me from the com tomorrow when she finds out that I switched on the Guest account and have been using it till now. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I can find motivation to stay in at home to complete all(well, at least Chemistry) my homework before I leave for Hong Kong on Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edited at 533hrs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll do one quiz and I promise to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bold the statements that are true to you.Italise the statements that you WISH are true.Leave the Fibs alone.Then, ask 5 people to do the same test.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not watch tv these days.&lt;br /&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;I have tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed mentally over the last year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm totally smart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt; (YESYESYES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have long hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller ID.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like the way I look.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy window shopping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shy around members of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own the South Park movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would die for my best friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy at this moment!&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think water rules.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like sausages.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake's slither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still have every journal I've written in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can do it.&lt;br /&gt;IDC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm crashing off.&lt;br /&gt;Good morning and have a diabetic dream. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-2109001663767813270?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2109001663767813270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/2109001663767813270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hope-my-mum-bans-me-from-com-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-4132285972520673475</id><published>2006-12-21T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T01:33:41.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aww aww aww I had a great day today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around the usual blogs, and I got this from &lt;a href="http://-iwalkalone.blogspot.com"&gt;Justin's&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;summarised.&lt;/i&gt;(Damn he's too wordy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but Wanfong got excited when they allowed everyone to just walk on one of the busiest 4-way junctions in Singapore for 1 minute. It was some part of this lighting effect show where they projected lighting effects on the road. Well, we can say we were the "pioneer" group of people as 5 of us ran onto the roads and went to shake some dude's hand who was leading the whole event. Oh well, the media was there &amp; guess what, as I sat on the bus on the way home watching TV mobile, I saw Abby on the 9.30 news telecast. So cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I APPEARED ON TV LIKE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RYltwficDJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Wud--O-uOgc/s1600-h/SSL21265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010656740293479570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RYltwficDJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Wud--O-uOgc/s320/SSL21265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about Singaporeans is that they don't smile when they see something like that. Instead, this girl behind us on the escalator at Wisma said we looked like idiots in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr, if I was the one that heard her and not Imee, I'll turn behind and go. "MERRY XMAS SPREAD THE LOVE YO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot today. And yes, Kenneth's 40 dollars change from the taxi fare went poof. ): I plan to return him 2 bucks everyday and in 20 days' time, my debt would be cleared! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked from Far East to Lido to Wisma to Taka to Cathay to Heeren and then to Tong Building to see Rachel's performance prepared by her church. It was great work, really. Go see it, it's the building between Paragon and Lucky Plaza. It's showing at 7 and 9 every night from Wednesday(today) till Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FRIEND RACHEL IS A CHIO BU SO GO OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RYlwq_icDKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JEfJWO4zNAw/s1600-h/PC200402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010659944339082402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RYlwq_icDKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JEfJWO4zNAw/s320/PC200402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely worth it today. the $1 dollar Santa hats, all the shaking of hands with those people on silts.. I can see how jolly christmas will be for me this year already. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HK with Imee. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised it's time to reply some tags! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sHEEEEp:&lt;/strong&gt; WWF I LOVE YOU. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; Cow Wei Liang, thanks for today too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phylicia:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha! okay yes linked. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth:&lt;/strong&gt; I told you what happened already didn't I. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richny:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh my G me too okay. Must think for me. And thanks for the picture.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alison:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy Winter Sonataing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xuanhan:&lt;/strong&gt; Hitam I met you today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sHEEEEp:&lt;/strong&gt; No, cannot. If you had said it earlier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jasmine:&lt;/strong&gt; Jasmine boo boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; Now it's not. Cos there's a picture of me! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XX:&lt;/strong&gt; Not all the characters lah! Hahaha, I'm not going anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alison:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL yes, I bet you're skiing somewhere in Korea now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imee:&lt;/strong&gt; Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linda:&lt;/strong&gt; You want the pic? Haha. Go Wf's blog get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;price&amp;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; -.-.. Okay go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alison:&lt;/strong&gt; What's with parents anyway? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sHEEEEp:&lt;/strong&gt; Heck no it's not anymore. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; NO? LOL, how did you know about it anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richny:&lt;/strong&gt; That funny meh? ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah:&lt;/strong&gt; You do? HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alison:&lt;/strong&gt; No not jealous. &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin:&lt;/strong&gt; No left Justin. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soonhao:&lt;/strong&gt; Ha! I'm linking you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simran:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks a mil babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sHEEEEp:&lt;/strong&gt; Sheep wool should be banned in memory of WWF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weiru:&lt;/strong&gt; More like permed, ahha YEAH. Take care out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daryl:&lt;/strong&gt; WHATEVER, never go and see your loss siah! The performance was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XX:&lt;/strong&gt; How was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrea:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks alot! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the other four for today;&lt;br /&gt;including a new made friend, Daniel. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-4132285972520673475?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4132285972520673475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/4132285972520673475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2006/12/aww-aww-aww-i-had-great-day-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RYltwficDJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Wud--O-uOgc/s72-c/SSL21265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-8540706646727975153</id><published>2006-12-20T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T00:06:30.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Money fall on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-8540706646727975153?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8540706646727975153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/8540706646727975153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2006/12/money-fall-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-7210142409102584835</id><published>2006-12-19T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:48:32.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shopping at Town with the occasional caught-in-the-rains with Bf and Mummy turned out to be FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Bf as in best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Not boyfriend. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, cos Price and me didn't even need to take our wallets out.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First she treated us to Ramen at the shop on the highest level of Far East Plaza, and after we finished and was already freaking full.. She asked us, "You all still want to eat Ice Kachang or anything?" as she pointed to the dessert shop opposite the Ramen shop. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, she got so fascinated by all the $9.90, $12.90, &amp;15.90 heels. And I realised she's so good at impulse shopping. Haha. She bought me a pair and she herself bought two pairs already when we just into our first half an hour of shopping and were still at Level One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wowed at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I think my mum quite in, although she dresses her age and not like Imee's mum who's hip and dresses hip. Hahaha. Well, she was once a fashion designer at some high class boutique when she was in her 20s after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mango's having sales now! I'm so tempted to use Kenneth's taxi fare change that I'd yet to return to him to buy a top. ABCDEFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I can't do that no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Resist Abby resist..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random quiz I found interesting.&lt;br /&gt;To fill some space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;/strong&gt;My hair needs help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much cash do you have on you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One ringat. LOL no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite planet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jupiter, it has a halo. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Wait, or is it Saturn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is the 4th person on your missed called list?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanfong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favorite ring on your phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one now, that Spongebob tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What shirt are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shirt bought from Tioman Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you "label" yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean like a tag?&lt;br /&gt;I label myself - &lt;i&gt;Priceless.&lt;/i&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bright or Dark Room?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow or red will be cool! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they always tell you not to judge? Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you ate 10 minutes ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate pearls from my chocolate milk tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuning to 987.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did your last text message you received on your cell say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig sleep late then wake up late. Okay la. Eat lunch before come ah! Nights! (:&lt;br /&gt;(That's Jevonne by the way. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is your nearest 7-11?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Frankel, or Siglap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's a word that you say a lot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay the Ms Swan way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who told you he/she loved you last?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last furry thing you touched?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This furry jacket at Mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many drugs have you done in the last three days?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH TONS I CAN'T COUNT THEM ALL MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15, and right now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your current desktop picture?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cartoon looking thing, that holds a heart shape picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's happening exactly the week after this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in Hong Kong with Imee Anra Lim! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the last thing you've drawn on paper?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time you saw an attractive person of the opposite sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Shan Wee lookalike outside Far East just now. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I still want that Mango top.&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;*&amp;%#@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-7210142409102584835?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7210142409102584835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7210142409102584835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2006/12/shopping-at-town-with-occasional-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-338380790501143612</id><published>2006-12-18T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T14:48:30.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have absolutely nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm into the blogskinning mode, hence this explains why I made a &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/me/vodkalisque"&gt;new account&lt;/a&gt; at Blogskins.com, when I'd actually stopped submitting skins two years ago at &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/me/vodkalimey"&gt;my old account.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the skin I'd made for &lt;a href="http://hannn.blogspot.com"&gt;Xuanhan&lt;/a&gt; some time back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made &lt;a href="http://jev-.blogspot.com"&gt;Jevonne&lt;/a&gt; one too, but she hasn't published it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy, cos I'll be spending my Christmas this year with Imee Anra at Hong Kong in a 5 star hotel along the rich people streets. HAHAHHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part is my mum decided that we won't be wasting money(according to her) to go to HK disneyland to see Mickey Mouse speak in Canton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's cute what! Mummy can we goo pleaaaaaase, I'll do my homework if we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin just came back from HK recently, and he bought me a pretty pretty keychain from HK Disneyland. He didn't take the price tag off, and I found out one pathetic small keychain costs close to 10 SG dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay, it cute.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-338380790501143612?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/338380790501143612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/338380790501143612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-absolutely-nothing-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890236.post-7775422190195803377</id><published>2006-12-17T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:04:15.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RYQlAvicDII/AAAAAAAAAEI/TrOJfJZJGpw/s1600-h/eragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009169380233972866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RYQlAvicDII/AAAAAAAAAEI/TrOJfJZJGpw/s320/eragon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eragon with Alison at Marina Square today was whooping cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the effects, and everything about it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl craved for Famous Amos cookies so much, we had to travel from City Hall to Bugis just to get her cookies from Cold Storage at the basement. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I was going out with her and couldn't make it for the pool session Wf, Changsheng, Ian and Mee were having in the afternoon.. Imee called and say she wants to pool with me along with Winston and Jian later at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwww soooo sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own you man Mee.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum has issues with me going to Malaysia with Price and her family cos she thinks JB has a crime rate of probably 345 thefts per minute. And she wants to make it up by bringing me to go shop at Bugis tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think while Shahirah and her family are shopping in JB, I'm at Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pathetic thought man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'd promised in my last post on updates, &lt;a href="http://vodkalisque.blogspot.com/2006/12/because-im-gonna-talk-about-what.html"&gt;here it is&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you goon doos are like Wf, who took 3 minutes to spot my update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10890236-7775422190195803377?l=theolderarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7775422190195803377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10890236/posts/default/7775422190195803377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theolderarchives.blogspot.com/2006/12/eragon-with-alison-at-marina-square.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbehgayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450531385606272818</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/S3Rc3d3zmLI/AAAAAAAABP0/7MQYnslG1as/s1600-R/19967_475266585636_857660636_10952331_5173331_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xDYsDCixtEI/RYQlAvicDII/AAAAAAAAAEI/TrOJfJZJGpw/s72-c/eragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
