<?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-6543440</id><updated>2011-08-27T21:45:41.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrimps belong in the ocean while Prawns belong in the mouth.</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>328</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-4504884984570930049</id><published>2010-01-25T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:53:33.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-re-re-re-update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow this blog is super un-updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay for those who still read this, it seems like a damn long time has passed, cos I've been into tekong, came out of tekong, had block leave, got my unit posting, got into my new unit, and am assimilating quite well into my new unit and section too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I shall put some random things I'm supposed to do for myself here, this year. So many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Apply to PSB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Start Driving Lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Continue Violin lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I really really really am hoping for something. After all these years. Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I think this is enough for one more round of 3 months. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-4504884984570930049?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/4504884984570930049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=4504884984570930049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/4504884984570930049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/4504884984570930049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2010/01/re-re-re-re-update.html' title='Re-re-re-re-update.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-7492149493984717763</id><published>2009-10-08T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:35:58.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer.</title><content type='html'>It's time to refocus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-7492149493984717763?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/7492149493984717763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=7492149493984717763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/7492149493984717763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/7492149493984717763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-longer.html' title='No longer.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-4243151867015916447</id><published>2009-09-26T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:32:18.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever and anon and ever again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;-.. . .- .-. / ? ? ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;--..-- / .. / .-- .. ... .... / .. / -.-. --- ..- .-.. -.. / - . .-.. .-.. / -.-- --- ..- / .... --- .-- / -- ..- -.-. .... / -.-- --- ..- / -- . .- -. / - --- / -- . .-.-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-4243151867015916447?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/4243151867015916447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=4243151867015916447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/4243151867015916447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/4243151867015916447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2009/09/ever-and-anon-and-ever-again.html' title='Ever and anon and ever again.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-2407466500225322075</id><published>2009-09-20T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T02:39:52.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the blue</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm guessing nobody reads this blog nowadays though. But I'm not going to close it. Just thought I'd update this once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, since this blog doesn't have many visitors anymore, I won't be posting daily activities or whatnot already. Just my thoughts. Like how I used to put random one-line thoughts out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and if you have time? Just read this article,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stwing.upenn.edu/~jenf/writing/rant04.html"&gt;http://www.stwing.upenn.edu/~jenf/writing/rant04.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's kinda enlightening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, enough of an update already. Gdnite everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-2407466500225322075?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/2407466500225322075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=2407466500225322075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2407466500225322075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2407466500225322075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-blue.html' title='Out of the blue'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-4237016343948243434</id><published>2008-12-30T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:20:17.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kweese.</title><content type='html'>I have been tagged again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagged by MISS PANG ANQI &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;9 People To Tag: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[Do or don't do? haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1) Val&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2) Talz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3) Florence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4) Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5) Kenneth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;6) QL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;7) Gary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;8) Mark&lt;br /&gt;9) Jacklyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Pick a word that begins with the first letter of your name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Marmoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Who are you missing right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- All my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Your ex shows up randomly at your house , what do you say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- No ex to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. How many bedrooms are in your house?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Is there a reason for your profile song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- I don't have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do you hate the last girl you were talking to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Anqi? Nope, not at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Who was your last text message from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What time did you wake up this morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 08:27:18pm, if you really want to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. If someone liked you right now , would you want them to tell you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Yeah, it beats keeping it in and staring after me until I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;get the creeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Did you mean it when you said "i love you" last?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- That was damn long ago. But yes I meant it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Is it okay if you kiss people when you're single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- If they're parents, or someone you are about to get steady with, of course it's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What is wrong with you now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Too introverted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Do you think you'll be married in 10 years?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- I don't know, honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Would you kiss someone to make your ex bf/gf mad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- That's just stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Do you believe exes can really ever be "just friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Do you use T9 , word or abc?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- I use Microsoft Word to type ABC on a T9 laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Do you tell your mum everything?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- No. She doesn't have the time to listen to everything in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Openly sobbing ah? Mr Oh, I think. &lt;/span&gt;Back in sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Have you told anybody you loved them today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.Who can you trust?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Some people whom I won't name.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Quiz 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Besides Your Lips, Where Is Your Favourite Spot To Get Kissed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Never been kissed except by my parents, so... no favourite spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. How Did You Feel When You Woke Up This Morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- First thought, "shit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Who Was The Last Person You Took A Picture Of?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Sis and Bro. Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/SVpFImuqz0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/5YV0vHACP38/s1600-h/Snapshot_20081230_73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/SVpFImuqz0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/5YV0vHACP38/s400/Snapshot_20081230_73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285613126810259266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Would You Consider Yourself To Be Spoiled?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Would You Ever Donate Blood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- To save someone, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Have You Ever Had A Best Friend Who Was Of The Opposite Sex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do You Want Someone Dead?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- No. Siao ah, I don't want to go to jail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What Does Your Last Text Message Says?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- "Come down eat sweet potato haha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What Are You Thinking Right Now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- What to type in reply to "What Are You Thinking Right Now?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Do You Wish Someone Was With You Right Now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- No need, I'm busy with this bliddy quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What Time Did You Go To Sleep Last Night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 3.45am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Where Did You Buy The Shirt You're Wearing Now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Ask my mum lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Is Someone On Your Mind Right Now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- A lot of people are on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4. Who Was The Last Person To Text You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 People To Tag: (Recap)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1) Val&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2) Talz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3) Florence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4) Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5) Kenneth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;6) QL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;7) Gary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;8) Mark&lt;br /&gt;9) Jacklyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Who Is The Number 2 Having A Relationship With?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- (Talz) Whoever the current popular hot male celebrity is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Is 3 A Male Or A Female?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- (Florence) Female lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What Is Number 1 Studying About?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- (Val) Life Sciences in NUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. When Was The Last Time You Had A Chat With Them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1) Val - two nights ago, before I started chionging for my reports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2) Talz - Christmas day, by sms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3) Florence - that last time at Esplanade! How long ago alr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4) Emily - 1 day after christmas, by sms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5) Kenneth - Just, by sms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;6) QL - In school today during APEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;7) Gary - by sms sometime today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;8) Mark - same as Gary.&lt;br /&gt;9) Jacklyn - about a few hours ago, on MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.Is Number 4 Single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- (Emily) I thiiiinnnkkkk soo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.Say Something About Number 2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- (Talz) Doctor-to-be who will treat all my injuries for free. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. What Do You Think About Number 3 And 6 Being Together?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- (Florence &amp;amp; QL) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA not possible. Too different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Describe Number 9.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- (Jacklyn) She has super low confidence! Need to spar more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. What Will You Do If Number 6 And 7 Fights?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- (QL &amp;amp; Gary) HAHAHA ever imagined. But I'll kick both their asses for fighting. I don't like fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Quiz 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What’s your nickname?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Marc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. How old are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. When’s your birthday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- &lt;strong&gt;17 May&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What’s your special skill?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Extreme Multi-tasking hahahahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What’s your horoscope?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Some bull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Who pass this survey to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Miss Pang Anqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. She’s your….?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- PRESIDENTIAL SUCCESSOR!! haha also my junior. By one day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What you wanna talk to him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Presidential stories. HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What you think about him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Very efficient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. When you know him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- FDM Camp in June 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. How’s her attitude?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Like I said above, very efficient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. If one day, your lover tell you that he/she loves you too, how will you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Isn't that what lovers usually say to each other?  I'll do perfectly fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Are you well-being now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Yes I'm fine apart from a lack of sleep. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Why god give you courage?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Cos Taureans need it to charge into anything head first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Who’s the people that you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- All those whom I do not show dislike for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.Which colour do you like the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. God give you 4 wishes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- More musical talent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- More happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- More money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- More good luck for me and all those around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Do you like to smile and laugh ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;- DUHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY THE QUIZ IS DONE. Note that the colourings are not mine, I just couldn't be bothered to change the colours from the way I got them on Anqi's Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-4237016343948243434?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/4237016343948243434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=4237016343948243434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/4237016343948243434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/4237016343948243434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2008/12/kweese.html' title='Kweese.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/SVpFImuqz0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/5YV0vHACP38/s72-c/Snapshot_20081230_73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-5635767097958334804</id><published>2008-11-09T04:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T04:42:57.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm... back.</title><content type='html'>I am damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this blog is finally getting an update, because I am awake at 4.15am because the lightning struck something on my house and the power shut off and the fan stopped working and I woke up because the room was becoming an oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tagged. By Clarissa Kok Ying Jie, whom I suppose is also bored enough to do this kind of thing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Tag eight people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your dream ambition?- To be a conductor. NOT the bus kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?- It's related to my dream ambition, but I'm not saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?- Church wedding with an orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the city of your dreams and why?- I don't dream of cities, but I'd love to visit Cremona someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you an introvert or extrovert?- Introvert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?- Loving someone. It means you have someone to give love to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you trust easily?- No, but when I do trust I'm loyal in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?- What to do? Watch on lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?- Schoolwork. Its not a lot, but the pointlessness of the modules are getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What does your name mean?- Marcus means some "Warrior of Spirit" or something. Nordic Origins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is being tagged fun?- It is when you are awake at 4am with nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you see yourself?- I look in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who are currently the most important people to you?- Family and Friends. (Cliche, I know, but hello, I'm Taurean. Whaddya expect.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?- Clar? She's hyper to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?- Single and rich and about to get married. That's best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How many children do you want to have, if any?- 2 to 3? Same as my siblings and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What’s better, to give or to receive?- To Give. See Qn6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?- I would pick one of them. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you give your all in a relationship?- I'm Taurean. You say leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you waiting for right now?- Waiting for my brain to tell me it's 4.30am and I need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I've to tag 8 people huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged:&lt;br /&gt;Val, Tallie, Emily, Kenneth, Florence..... and.. Kor... and .... Mr Bae Yong Jun, and Cao Ge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup okay. The first five probably won't do it. My bro will probably make up some crap answers to his, and only 18 people in the world know who the last two are. So yeah, safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodni- Morning people! It's 4.40am now and the Thunder and Lightning has calmed somewhat. I'm gonna try and go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-5635767097958334804?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/5635767097958334804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=5635767097958334804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5635767097958334804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5635767097958334804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m... back.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-2987128167749610223</id><published>2008-07-17T09:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:56:10.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>I'm finally blogging again. Haha oh wait, first things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY VALERIE!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hahaha. The lil girl is finally NINE&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;teen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Lab's been getting a bit more noisy and fun than before, due to the returning groups from external SIP. Everyone's playing PSP or watching videos nowadays. TEKKEN! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My project's been finalised. Almost. DAS must still formally approve our Floorplan and give us the go-ahead to begin presentation preparations, even though we've already started on the preparations. This part's the most busy portion, even though it contains the least work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My com's gonna hang quite often from this point forward, I think. That's because the rendering engine of Revit isn't quite a stable one, and it uses up a heck lot of power. According to the performance chart from Ctrl+Alt+Del, the Rendering process for a single FRAME of picture uses up 34% of the lab's core2Duo CPU power, on the minimum. Worse than playing MMORPGs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the extreme time consumption for rendering so many walkthroughs means that at least 5 hours out of the 7 hours I spend in the lab will soon be spent moochling and foochling around drinking coffee and doing nothing else. I'll probably know every single instrumental part of Beethoven's entire 9th and 7th soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope our project goes through. I want good marks for my portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIP aside, I've been having quite a good life these days. Among other things, I finished my grading, passed my grade 5 ABRSM, finally made progress with the committee on handover, and of course, the DAS project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime's in an hour. Clock out's in 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Happy Birthday Val!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-2987128167749610223?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/2987128167749610223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=2987128167749610223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2987128167749610223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2987128167749610223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2008/07/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-6047327721994639091</id><published>2008-06-25T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:27:54.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Childhood Remembrance</title><content type='html'>How strange it feels to stumble across a childhood friend's blog. Especially one as close as the neighbour you used to play with in the evenings of your youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just happened to me not more than a few hours ago, and it made me actually sit back and remember the long evenings where my sis, bro and I would go out to the Cul-de-sac around my place and play with the neighbours. And they would come out too and we'd do all sorts of ridiculous games with funny rules sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how much people can change over the years. The rowdy peers who used to play outside with us have become quiet and studious, and the girl who used to stay indoors and hardly joined us for our meaningless games, has become so much of a extrovert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her blog I happened to visit tonight, and I knew it was her because she had so many million pictures of herself on every post. She has grown quite pretty, actually. Her english was near-perfect, totally un-ahlian-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the saddest part about my encounter with her blog was reading about her life:&lt;br /&gt;-Having to move to her gran's place to avoid her own mother and the arguements they have.&lt;br /&gt;-Constant emo-ing over her BF and her own life.&lt;br /&gt;-Extreme happiness one moment and extreme sadness and loneliness the next.&lt;br /&gt;-Clubbing till late and staying out till morning almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;-Skipping school&lt;br /&gt;-Getting sent to a girl's home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my family members would probably be able to guess who I'm talking about here. It's really damn sad when you know the innocent past of someone who's become like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I meet hooligans off the street, or gangsters at the bus stop, and I sometimes wonder how they were when they were kids, and if they knew back then that one day they'd be such wasted humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If god exists, He's probably giving them a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-6047327721994639091?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/6047327721994639091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=6047327721994639091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6047327721994639091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6047327721994639091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2008/06/of-childhood-remembrance.html' title='Of Childhood Remembrance'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-2349705751324796078</id><published>2008-06-11T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:40:38.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha This is damn funny.</title><content type='html'>I got an email from Yen Yin and Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda funny because it was a chain mail and the email claimed that it's freaky how accurate it is(don't all chain mails say that?), but the funny thing is, those answers are a lil er...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to link Beethoven's 5th symphony with Val, and Beethoven's 7th with Tallie, and somehow Twelve Seconds To the Moon became the song that tells me how I feel about life. hahaha I'm so not gonna be an astronaut anytime soon. And the "person who knows me very well" was someone I only got to know like... last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Val must have reached hongkong by now. Probably settling bopping and bouncing on her hotel bed at this time. And Tallie's leaving for the States for a month in about 3 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me? Well, I sit at the com in the lab everyday and arrange furniture around(see pics in the previous posts). Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIP is boring. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-2349705751324796078?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/2349705751324796078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=2349705751324796078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2349705751324796078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2349705751324796078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2008/06/hahaha-this-is-damn-funny.html' title='Hahaha This is damn funny.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-1127000475924861077</id><published>2008-05-28T10:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:56:00.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures From SIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Helloooooooo all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was feeling bored out in the Lab, so I decided to blog some and post a few more pictures from my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meeting Room&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210415946453273762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/SE8dsoRgzKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YU4-xmb2PZo/s400/Meeting+Room+View+Test.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children's Library (Grala did this, I just took the picture)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210416293427919890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/SE8eA02tvBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ynxYarXM9-0/s400/Children%27s+Library.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CEO's Office (Jodine's. Actually it got changed but I haven't rendered the new pic yet)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210416692899882802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/SE8eYFAQJzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bm9AHufGNcs/s400/CEO%27s+Office+View.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reception (this is the original plan I had, but I changed it later)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210417202681389122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/SE8e1wFooEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BTurLdflod8/s400/Reception+View+1+Test.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The New Reception!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210419203787296674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/SE8gqOydj6I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Em5FZv-nEA0/s400/Reception+View+1+-+Brighter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Personally, I like this best.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the most frustrating piece of arrangement ever were those cabinets behind the reception. Took me about 18 Renderings to get the lighting bright enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's a close up of the cabinets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210418877831646850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/SE8gXQglDoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FKS8ghtHz0g/s400/Reception+Cabinets+View+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yup, and almost every piece of furniture in there is custom-made, apart from the office chairs and lights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe I'll upload more renderings next time. And watch out for our walkthrough video in September! haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cya all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-1127000475924861077?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/1127000475924861077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=1127000475924861077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1127000475924861077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1127000475924861077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-pictures-from-sip.html' title='More Pictures From SIP'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/SE8dsoRgzKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YU4-xmb2PZo/s72-c/Meeting+Room+View+Test.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-9079974800587095165</id><published>2008-05-16T08:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:12:57.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>Whew it's been... a month and a week! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I didn't want to blog(see my tagboard?),&lt;br /&gt;but then I visited FAY's blog, and saw this!&lt;br /&gt;Read slowly and carefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5- year phase-in plan that would become known as 'Euro-English'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In the first year, 's' will replace the soft 'c'. Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The hard 'c' will be dropped in favour of 'k'. This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome 'ph' will be replaced with 'f'. This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent 'e' in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing 'th' with 'z' and 'w' with 'v'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary 'o' kan be dropd from vords kontaining 'ou' and after ziz fifz yer , ve vil hav a reil sensi bl riten styl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst plas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHAH. I laughed so loud in my SIP lab when I read it. Luckily it was early and no one else had arrived yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Just to add to the post, here are some pictures of the work I'm doing in the lab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 3D view of my group's planned layout for JURONG POINT 5TH FLOOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200775610512599218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/SCzd3OUeaLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EJEoMCYf-k4/s400/3D+View+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It kinda looks like a view from an RPG game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is a view of the Reception.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200776254757693634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/SCzecuUeaMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-IBt9gxld4Q/s400/Reception+Area+View+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I know, there's no ceiling. Yet. And not much colour. And no floor. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's it. 2 photos.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-9079974800587095165?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/9079974800587095165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=9079974800587095165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/9079974800587095165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/9079974800587095165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/SCzd3OUeaLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EJEoMCYf-k4/s72-c/3D+View+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-7330010049870994910</id><published>2008-04-08T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:23:43.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grading and degrading.</title><content type='html'>Whew! Grading's over. Now I can focus on my violin and getting ready for internship. I still don't know what I'll be doing. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to maam and all the senior Blackbelts who came down to support me, and also thanks to Mum for the 7 bottles of Brands Chicken essence, to Bro, Val, Talz, Jacklyn, Minghwei, Juan Zhen and the rest of the VJC team for the good luck wishes. Many thanks to Christopher for willing to be familliar with the floor for my unarmed combat segment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, actually the most, Thanks to Terence sir for the all the guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now over and I can relax a bit for now. I'm blogging from Greenview, which is where I work as a relief teacher. It's my last week here though, and honestly, I can't wait. Teaching 3NA, 3NC and 5NB is very draining, especially when I have to raise my voice beyond tkd shouting level almost half of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing in the band. When's alumni band starting??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I managed to play Kreutzer's 8th etude non-stop yesterday. Quite an achievement. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's time to get back to class. Have fun everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-7330010049870994910?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/7330010049870994910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=7330010049870994910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/7330010049870994910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/7330010049870994910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2008/04/grading.html' title='Grading and degrading.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-724606776567711857</id><published>2008-03-28T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T22:48:44.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes even dreams from the night before can make your day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-724606776567711857?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/724606776567711857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=724606776567711857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/724606776567711857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/724606776567711857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2008/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-8410076996926640375</id><published>2008-03-28T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T17:26:32.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hey.</title><content type='html'>It's been 24 days since the last post. I didn't realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It isn't really long, considering my extremely long Poly Holiday term. I've been working as a relief teacher at Greenview though, so between shoutings and markings, I don't really have much free time aside from consideration of the short working hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Remix '08, which took place about 2 weeks ago, was quite a blast. It was decided during our "debrief" that the Alumni Band will be coming back to produce its own concert, sometime near the end of the year. I hope the repertoire will be mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from Band stuff, my violin teacher has left yamaha, so I'm getting a new teacher. He's an australian named Mr Anthony Nicholas. Miss Low said he'd probably gag at the thought of a grade-5-er playing Czardas. haha. And I can okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TKD is also getting more hiong, because my grading's next sat. I performed 4 patterns in front of the entire VJC tkd team yesterday. It was the most terrible experience, and my heart almost leapt out and died on the cafe table. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I need to go for training already. Have a nice night people! And a good weekend to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-8410076996926640375?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/8410076996926640375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=8410076996926640375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8410076996926640375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8410076996926640375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-hey.html' title='Oh hey.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-1102872083500794940</id><published>2008-03-04T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:02:00.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of silver tears and money bags.</title><content type='html'>The past 4 days have been so exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sat, there was alumni band, and we had a very fulfilling rehearsal since there were enough "poached" players from the main band. Sing Sing Sing became faster than merry widow and my heart was pounding like crazy that I had to lean back and take a break after we paused. We finished up at around 1pm and I went back home. Could hear the alumni CO playing in the halls each time I came out of the room. Our alumni band's size is quite pathetic compared to theirs. haha. But we'll manage on the 13th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Sun, and I had to go to Changi Beach Club for extra training since mmy grading's just about a month away. The air in the dance studio was so thin and dry, I almost died of asthma. But there was hot tea and biscuits provided (first time anything's been provided at training), so I guess it went alright. Food makes me happy. Well, after that I went home and tapao-ed MeePok again for dinner. I think I'm becoming a little too reliant on their 24 hour service. After dinner it was practice all the way till bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violin exam at hougang. I arrived late. Later than what I expected, anyway. Didn't have time to refresh and warm up properly. Kind of screwed up the first piece, and bounced the bow on the second piece. The third piece was my best though, managed to emo it all the way out. Just as well that the song is an emo song. Then sight-reading was a gun to the head, with 6 lines in E Major and 2nd and 4th positions. Aural went perfect. I think I might scrape a "merit" for this, though I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed up and left after a while and went home through about 20 mrt stations again. Then I had to leave again, this time for training. Training was quite eventful. With only around 25 people in attendance, taking class was so damn easy. Managed to teach a little unarmed combat too. Quite fun, overall. Went home and managed to stay awake till 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, today, I went to Tampines Library. Read "The Wish List" by Eoin Colfer again. It's about a girl who has managed to do enough good deeds and bad deeds such that they're perfectly equal, so she's sent back to earth. Then she has to help an old man attain four things on his "wishlist", so that she will rack up enough good points to enter heaven. Very funny book, full of childishly sarcastic comments and mental human and spiritual behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I left Tampines for TMS, where I went to see TWE again. The juniors(sec4 now) have improved! Just seemed like yesterday when I was scolding them for playing something wrong, and drilling them for 3 hours to get it right. And now they're doing the scolding and drilling. Very nostalgic. haha. So anyway, I stayed till almost 6pm, and then decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting work tomorrow. At Greenview sec again, where else? Teaching A Math this time. Gotta refresh my Identities and Integration and Quadratics. Horrible. But at least it's not babysitting like last time. This time I'll be actually active in class. Might lose abit more voice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The A Level results will be out this Friday. Val and Tallie must be worried sick. Don't worry the both of you! You'll do fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's that. Dad's flying off to Mumbai again tomorrow, and work for me. School holidays next week so no work, but the week after that... I'll see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, Goodnight everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-1102872083500794940?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/1102872083500794940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=1102872083500794940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1102872083500794940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1102872083500794940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2008/03/of-silver-tears-and-money-bags.html' title='Of silver tears and money bags.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-5439350566462068871</id><published>2008-02-29T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:20:24.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Familiar Place.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes fanfics resemble life so similarly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exams are over. I managed to finish early due to almost non-stop writing. Waited a whole hour for the class and then went to pizza hut at TM for our class's last group meal together, at least for the next 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, which was quite hilarious due to the weird table games we played, everyone went to the arcade to play a little. I got last place in daytona because I wasn't really concentrating on the game(I can hear QL saying "excuses, lousy then lousy la."). haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that, we all trooped to GV to catch Meet the Spartans, which was very lame and ridiculous, even for a spoof. Kind of funny at some parts though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, everyone went their seperate ways. Or at least, a few of us did. I went right home and changed for training. Was rushing to get passport photos and certs and photocopies of my IC. Finally reached Kembangan, and realised I was early. How nice. So anyway, I managed to somehow get myself involved in Sunday training at Changi Beach Club as well, which kind of sucks, since I have Violin exam on monday. I'll manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that life's turned out like that. Even when the exams are over and everyone should be happy, not many are. I just feel like stoning for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's quite late and there's alumni Band tomorrow. I have to sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-5439350566462068871?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/5439350566462068871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=5439350566462068871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5439350566462068871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5439350566462068871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2008/02/familiar-place.html' title='A Familiar Place.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-3518329238149055942</id><published>2008-02-28T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T00:16:57.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All it takes, is a little faith...</title><content type='html'>I Believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-3518329238149055942?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/3518329238149055942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=3518329238149055942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/3518329238149055942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/3518329238149055942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-it-takes-is-little-faith.html' title='All it takes, is a little faith...'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-8189139432791792678</id><published>2008-02-21T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T06:32:30.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If music be the food of love, play on.</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not in love. But I still need to play alright. Violin exam's coming up and I'm extremely kancheong. On top of that, poly exams begin TOMORROW. And they end next Friday, which gives me just about two weekend days to practise for Monday's violin exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a few days ago, Val, Tallie and me went to catch the new movie "P.S. I Love You" which is actually based on a novel of the same title, by Cecilia Ahern. The movie was extremely funny, and darn touching at some parts too. I could practically feel the volume displacement in the air caused by all the tears around the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Val couldn't stop jabbing Tallie whenever there was a sweet scene, and Tallie couldn't stop jabbing me. And I couldn't just jab the random lady beside me, right? Talk about kinetic energy transfer. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, BCM is first thing on tomorrow. The worst subject I have to handle. Everything's memorised. And then there's lighting in the afternoon, and then I have to send my parents off to perth, and THEN go for training. What a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alumni Band Concert coming up. Alumni CO concert coming up almost immediately after. Violin exam around the corner, TKD Grading in April and poly exams are tomorrow. How quaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I found this on the web, something I recieved through email before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Questions which we never ask ourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which limb do you move first when you wake up each morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is the one you first think of when u awaken?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many spoonfuls do you need to finish your bowl of cereal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which sock/stocking/slipper/shoe do you put on first?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many steps does it take to walk to the bus stop?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How long does it really take for your bus to arrive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At work/school, how many people do you greet each day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When lunchtime comes, who is the first friend you think to ask along?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you knock off/end school, how many people do you say goodbye to on the way out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you get home, which shoe do you take off first?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How happy are you for the food present during dinner?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is the one whom you remember each day before going to bed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which of these questions have you asked yourself each day, and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't think I was supposed to answer those questions. Just that reading and pondering it gives some weird insights to your life that you never thought of. For example, I realised, after thinking about it, that I take off my left shoe first, always. hahahaha weird right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, have a good night everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-8189139432791792678?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/8189139432791792678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=8189139432791792678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8189139432791792678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8189139432791792678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-music-be-food-of-love-play-on.html' title='If music be the food of love, play on.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-1513508552014457705</id><published>2008-02-17T00:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T10:40:27.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the wind keeps blowing</title><content type='html'>Schools out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying's in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will immerse myself in my notes. May god bless every poly mugger out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-1513508552014457705?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/1513508552014457705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=1513508552014457705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1513508552014457705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1513508552014457705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-wind-keeps-blowing.html' title='And the wind keeps blowing'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-3120065919996880261</id><published>2008-01-28T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:20:41.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay I guess it's time to update.</title><content type='html'>Well, life since new year has been fully filled with Projects and more projects. Alumni band has started, though the schedule was quite rocky and they've finally secured the practice dates on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert's on the 13th of March! DO COME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Apart from projects, it seems like everyone's getting sick. Val's voiceless, Talz had a fever, everyone at poly's getting sick somehow. And! The funny thing is that I'm not sick. Not that I'm complaining, but it kind of feels weird. After all, the past few Januarys have been sick month for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone gets better soon!! I'm too lazy to blog anymore. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Cya Everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-3120065919996880261?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/3120065919996880261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=3120065919996880261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/3120065919996880261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/3120065919996880261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay-i-guess-its-time-to-update.html' title='Okay I guess it&apos;s time to update.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-1340535237927929305</id><published>2008-01-09T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T03:03:02.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well... Happy new year?</title><content type='html'>Okay I couldn't sleep and so I'm up here at... 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's passed and everything is turning out quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been exactly a year since some tumultous events. Events I will never forget. Things I've finished and gotten over but still haunt me occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, at almost every exact date, I will become a quiet person. For some reason, this happens every beginning of the year, and also around the November period. The only thing I can say cheers me up about this is that this year on the first week of January, I haven't done anything drastic to the people around me. With the exception of a misunderstanding sometime before the New Year, which made me so afraid that history might repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank god, or whoever you readers believe in, that my past year has been very fine. Very good, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also realise I'm extremely late in doing this New-Year-post thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year's coming up next. Then Valentine's. Ahh Valentine's... I still remember last year's. Absolute tosh. I think I shall hermit myself in this year. Already my family can see I'm trying to hermit myself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, best of luck this year to all those people taking O levels and PSLEs and A Levels and Driving tests and whatever other weird tests the Singapore Government requires us to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this year's big crap event doesn't include the people close to me. Call me paranoid. I'm going to try and go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-1340535237927929305?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/1340535237927929305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=1340535237927929305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1340535237927929305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1340535237927929305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-happy-new-year.html' title='Well... Happy new year?'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-4353466560524384133</id><published>2007-12-27T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:05:03.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Okay actually I was back 2 days ago, on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! Seems like this christmas is normal like all the past christmases. I didn't even get to count down cos I was about 22000ft up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Barcelona trip was, in a word: Fiasco. I did managed to get stuff back though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Mum and Dad for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;To Mum again for the new polo-tee.&lt;br /&gt;To Sis and Bro for the i-dunno-what-style-but-it's-nice shirt.&lt;br /&gt;And last but definitely not the least, To Val for the SCORE BOOK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAhahahaha I have me my own first ever Conductor's Score Book! Beethoven's 5th, 6th and 7th in one book. Hee hee I can feel the itch to grab a pencil and... haha It's the nicest gift I've gotten!! THANK YOU SO MUCH VAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha So anyway, this year's about to come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone! And a Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-4353466560524384133?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/4353466560524384133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=4353466560524384133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/4353466560524384133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/4353466560524384133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-5408109939122791572</id><published>2007-12-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T01:30:14.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone and bored.</title><content type='html'>Val's gone to Bangkok. So I don't have anyone to chat with online so much anymore... thus the free time to blog, I suppose. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my life's been quite normal so far since the last update. Busy with tests this week, with the papers quite manageable, and the last one (Energy Audit) tomorrow. Then tomorrow night it's off to Barcelona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back on Christmas. Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-5408109939122791572?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/5408109939122791572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=5408109939122791572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5408109939122791572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5408109939122791572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/12/alone-and-bored.html' title='Alone and bored.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-2506755595679184571</id><published>2007-11-10T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T02:17:08.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Val.</title><content type='html'>Long ago my best friend wanted to know what my MSN nickname meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This then, is a poem, in part a prayer for her, in these times of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Val.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That which touches the soul is nothing more than a fleeting emotion,&lt;br /&gt;for that which the soul touches is unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we find of our hearts in the souls of our companions is compassion,&lt;br /&gt;for the strength of the weak is peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the light in the eyes of a spouse is darkened in death,&lt;br /&gt;but the choice of regaining our strength is true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus will the body and mind be healed by compassion,&lt;br /&gt;And the soul shall then find solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that which touches the soul is nothing more than a fleeting emotion,&lt;br /&gt;that which the soul touches is unreal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-2506755595679184571?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/2506755595679184571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=2506755595679184571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2506755595679184571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2506755595679184571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-val.html' title='For Val.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-4838438666001933398</id><published>2007-11-08T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:24:10.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello world.</title><content type='html'>It's been how many days since I last blogged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Poly life has resumed and this semester I'm actually quite happy for the more theoretical subjects of this semester. Although I can't memorise. It feels somewhat tamer than the projects of yesterSem. Helps somewhat too, when I think of how Val and Tallie feel like taking academic subjects like these for 2 years more than we did together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, since I have nothing to do this Deepavali holiday, I'll just talk about my newest Subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, Project Management. The subject title says it all, don't you think? Basically, the subject teaches the proper steps in project planning, initiation and operations. For our first lesson of the year, we drafted out a schedule for the construction of a house (I love building houses) using Microsoft Project. Face it, you've never heard of that Microsoft application, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid thing about this subject is that the Lecture group consists about close to about 130-140 people. And the LT has about 130 seats. Taking into account the people who leave their bags on seats and random singular empty seats around, it's not surprising why some students skip this lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the second subject of the Sem is Business Continuity Management. Okay this subject is not so bad apart from the heck-load-of-info tutorials. However, it probably won't be a problem for me because the tutor says we can write in our own words!! Thank god for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This subject actually teaches you how to backup and have a fall-back plan for your business in case it enters a crisis or disaster. So actually all the time we're talking about businesses which are practically going to fail. It's quite depressing, actually. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Lighting &amp;amp; Acoustics. Now, I don't really know what this subject's goal is, but all we've started on in the first three weeks of school is the Mathematics and Physics aspect of Light and Sound and all that. I wonder if the tutors know that dim light makes humans percieve things moving slower than usual. Anyway, this subject is fun, and it's a subject I can do well in. DISTINCTION! I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that is Energy Audit. Now this subject is seriously boring. You know how the people studying Finance learn how to audit companies' account data so they can verify that the company is doing well or not? Change that data into energy usage data. Then you'll know how boring this subject is. The Labs are not bad though. We spent 2 hours gathering data on pressure gauges and temperatures and all that. I don't know for what either, but it's something to do with Lab 2, which will be in the following week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last up is Attractions Management, a module from Business School. It's something like Intro to Hospitality and Tourism (IntHT), but it's abit more focused on the attractions, duh. Well, simply put, this subject is extremely tedious. The lectures are 2 hours per session and very tiring to sit through. The work is very unique though. Very un-academic. Like how we had to come up with ideas on how to turn the TP Campus into a Tourist Attraction. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, apart from these 5 Diploma Core subjects, we have our Organisational Communication (OrgComm), which is simply the most dumb, resource-depleting, mindless, -for-idiots and time-wasting subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It teaches you how to behave in a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apart from that ridiculous subject, we also have our Cross Disciplinary Subject (CDS, referred to as Electives in other Polys). This year, I'm taking Voice Over Internet Protocol (VOIP). It simply teaches the technology behind SKYPE and MSN Audio Call and all that free phonecall over internet stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, those are the subjects I'm taking this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-4838438666001933398?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/4838438666001933398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=4838438666001933398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/4838438666001933398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/4838438666001933398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-world.html' title='Hello world.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-1395385524095516308</id><published>2007-10-20T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:45:56.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school... er... Poly.</title><content type='html'>It's the last weekday of the long Poly Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this long holiday, I haven't done much for enjoyment. haha. Probably the most fun thing was the Class Chalet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And those Delifrance sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now it's back to school. And back to more projects. And to wait for the 22nd of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-1395385524095516308?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/1395385524095516308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=1395385524095516308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1395385524095516308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1395385524095516308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-to-school-er-poly.html' title='Back to school... er... Poly.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-740905251486856887</id><published>2007-10-09T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:10:49.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the year and a Beginninng of a Semester.</title><content type='html'>Humans are really selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all take our friends for granted. Or rather, we all take the people whom we're close to for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whoever has been hurt by me or my actions: I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing much, but the most I can do at the moment. Two words. Pathetic, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't go around thinking I've done something wrong just because the beginning of my post sounds sad! That's not it! I was simply thinking about how I lived this year 2007 on the way back from the library. Seems like I didn't do much, apart from a few(3? 4?) major huge events(well, major to me, at least). I'm a nobody in the endless flow of time-space. Just a speck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Semester's starting soon. Then I won't be bored at home anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's talk about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I met up with Tallie and Xinying(Tallie's VJ friend) at Terminal 1's Delifrance. Actually they were there to study and I was reading, but it kind of didn't go through that well and I ended up distracting the both of them with redundant and lame math questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val arrived when it was nearly 6pm, and after studying (er.. and distracting) for awhile more, Tallie, Val and Me got up and decided to go for dinner. Xinying simply said she wasn't hungry. Well, after about 10 minutes of "touring the counter", as Val put it, Tallie decided not to eat as well. She had a muffin before that but I hardly think it was enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Val and me made our way to BK, straight across the arrival hall from Delifrance. We had our dinner there, chatted quite a lot, and then headed back. Seems like everyone's tired and stressed from the prospect of the upcoming A levels. Val was nodding off the whole while she studied, and Tallie was extremely flustered because she couldn't finish her math paper(that's partially my fault la, I was distracting everybody).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that at 10plus we all left the airport and headed back. Talz and Val headed back home to sleep, and I headed back home to stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at 9.15am, just before my alarm began to ring. I didn't wake up for anything important, I just wanted to wake up early. So anyway, I stayed at home the whole while and left for the library after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bedok Library first, and then Tampines Library. Got 3 books in total but I finished the first one over at Tampines, so I'm left with 2. Left the library and now I'm back home typing out this post. With absolutely nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-740905251486856887?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/740905251486856887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=740905251486856887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/740905251486856887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/740905251486856887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-of-year-and-beginninng-of-semester.html' title='End of the year and a Beginninng of a Semester.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-5371918974534597762</id><published>2007-10-05T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T23:32:04.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm..</title><content type='html'>Well, let's talk about the class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was heavy. Literally. hahaha. I lugged my violin on Thursday afternoon to Tampines Mall to meet up with a few of the class people at Fairprice. Then we took cabs to Costa Sands Resort and checked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it was fun apart from the fact that we had almost nothing to do there. I had to leave around 5.30pm for my violin lesson, then I went home to change and pack and leave for the chalet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 10plus by the time I reached the chalet again. Most of the class were there already and it was quite noisy outside. Went inside, chatted and caught up with classmates, and soon one by one they all left to return home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep at all. Stayed up all the way. To quote Roald Dahl, I "moochled and foochled around" until Weiting and Lynette had to leave, and I walked with them out to Downtown East Mac's and ate Breakfast no. 1 with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went back to the chalet to wake everybody up to check out, had a hard time doing so too. Packed up everything and then we left. Took the shuttle bus to White Sands with the remaining class people and went to the (lousy) food court there for Breakfast no. 2. I simply bought a cup of watermelon juice. Nice but expensive, and there wasn't anything else at the foodcourt that I found enticing enough to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that we all went to see the new(quite old already, actually) arcade at White Sands, then I left with QL and went home. Got home, bathed, and at 2.30pm plonked down on the bed in the cold aircon. Bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep for long though. Woke up at 5pm and changed for training. Training was normal as usual. The grading is tomorrow but I'm just going down to support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Val complained of a dreadful pain in the head, but she still came online and now she still won't go to sleep. Talk about stubbornness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ok. I'm seriously bored and tired now. Goodnight everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-5371918974534597762?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/5371918974534597762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=5371918974534597762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5371918974534597762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5371918974534597762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/10/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm..'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-2968321058374228427</id><published>2007-09-29T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:07:19.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleargh.</title><content type='html'>I suddenly felt like blogging, so I logged in to blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I realised I don't have anything to write. I just felt like blogging cos there was nothing else to do on this random Saturday. Nothing to do like before, nothing new, nothing old. Just... stasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a better day everybody. Better than mine, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-2968321058374228427?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/2968321058374228427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=2968321058374228427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2968321058374228427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2968321058374228427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/09/bleargh.html' title='Bleargh.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-2899275276924291017</id><published>2007-09-20T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:09:20.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300th Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, according to Blogger, this is the 300th post. Technically it's my 299th. Because Val blogged for me in the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not doing much nowadays. Relief Teaching isn't happening everyday now simply because the "all-slack, less-work, all-shouting, more-pay" job is having a great vogue among Poly Holidayers now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time once again to proclaim this: I Hate Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the overseas sense, mind. Just the lengthy, nothing-to-do feeling of being stuck at home most of the time. The boredom is killing my brain. So I don't really have much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like, here's a list of things I wanna do, which I haven't done, during the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;- Go to eat jap food with Val.&lt;br /&gt;- Play Pool with Tallie and Val.&lt;br /&gt;- Finish up "Mario!".&lt;br /&gt;- Improve my Tone.&lt;br /&gt;- Learn how to stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the last one is an extreme show of boredom. I even have to LEARN to stone. I can't wait for school to begin again, though I'll probably regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from my sis. Quite well put. I split it into paragraphs, though. It'll mark the end of my 300th post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Some times they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-2899275276924291017?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/2899275276924291017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=2899275276924291017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2899275276924291017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2899275276924291017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/09/300th-post.html' title='300th Post'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-6422526310493770653</id><published>2007-09-15T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T16:37:59.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Laziness' Sake</title><content type='html'>Somebody is SO unbelieveably lazy that he can't be bothered to update his own blog -.- So here I am cleaning out the dust that has gathered in this stagnant little corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm now thinking that I should be mugging for my Chem and Math papers on monday instead of blogging for this lazy pig. And I realise that I have absolutely no idea what to talk about here. It's just odd, writing in somebody else's blog. Like an unfamiliar territory kind of thing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Valerie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-6422526310493770653?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/6422526310493770653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=6422526310493770653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6422526310493770653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6422526310493770653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-laziness-sake.html' title='For Laziness&apos; Sake'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-6976960273053351205</id><published>2007-08-12T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T00:44:34.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terminal 3 Trial Visit</title><content type='html'>So. Yesterday was Friday, the day of our visit to the under-construction terminal 3. Let's tell the story in a slideshow form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, first, everyone went to school. It being 8.45 am, there were some people who were still sleepy....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097474063017825954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rr3dpxnx1qI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-59y2a-B7Qo/s400/IMG_0917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But still they managed to wake up real and proper after we got to Terminal 3. The first view we got of the new terminal was breathtaking....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097474745917626034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rr3eRhnx1rI/AAAAAAAAAC8/z-L9Z_Mfz2g/s400/IMG_0932.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everyone was so excited about being in Terminal 3 and about being one of the first few to be able to board the A380, even more so for the lecturers who got the business class seats....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097476489674348226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rr3f3Bnx1sI/AAAAAAAAADE/s1Akv3WQIyM/s400/IMG_0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Of course, the students took Mr Tang's blue business-class tickets from him almost immediately....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097476975005652690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rr3gTRnx1tI/AAAAAAAAADM/o3S5aAcyanI/s400/IMG_0936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway. We headed to the departure hall soon enough. And on the way, we got a good look at one of the only opaque walls in there (almost 70 percent of all the walls are glass)....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097478375164991202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rr3hkxnx1uI/AAAAAAAAADU/0MtL3GFEeLU/s400/IMG_0947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And the floor below is one of the belts for baggage claim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there! The departure hall. Comparing it with our Engineering School concourse is similar to comparing a chopstick to a toothpick. Take a look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097480088856942322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rr3jIhnx1vI/AAAAAAAAADc/2k6WaM45N20/s400/IMG_0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my camera could take in the depth of it, so there you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, we had to wait for 20 minutes before we could board the A380, so everyone sat down and took silly photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097481617865299714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rr3khhnx1wI/AAAAAAAAADk/kvj8yy6gdP4/s400/IMG_0975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the girls. &lt;p&gt;Anyway, after all that tomfoolery, we got to board the plane. Due to weird security reasons, the teachers told use not to take photos of the plane's interior. We did, anyway. But I'm not posting them up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The plane was spacious, but because it was a trial for some load test or something we had to embark and disembark 3 times. After everything, everyone was tired and it was time to go home. So we all gathered and went outside of Terminal 3 to board the coaches. We could see the other parts of the airport from T3, from an angle no one's seen them from before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097483056679343890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rr3l1Rnx1xI/AAAAAAAAADs/yNmmJLneUd4/s400/IMG_1037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's Terminal 2. And we could see the Control Tower too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097483894197966626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rr3mmBnx1yI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PH9w1AXv6zM/s400/IMG_1039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And that was the coach we took back to TP. Everyone was so tired. I almost nodded off my seat and fell onto the aisle floor, but thankfully that didn't happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it for this post. Goodnight everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-6976960273053351205?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/6976960273053351205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=6976960273053351205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6976960273053351205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6976960273053351205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/08/terminal-3-trial-visit.html' title='Terminal 3 Trial Visit'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rr3dpxnx1qI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-59y2a-B7Qo/s72-c/IMG_0917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-5611902960676602403</id><published>2007-08-08T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:13:16.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day short of a month.</title><content type='html'>Yeah. So it's been a very long while since I updated this blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy with projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy with club stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy with rewatching RK(yes, laugh all u want, Val).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy with listening to Val's adventures with her oh-so-exciting MJC life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy trying to keep the Miss Universe at least 5 metres away from me at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy buying the nuggets from TP canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy buying Iced Lemon Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy repeating the above everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. I don't feel like blogging anymore. Too busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-5611902960676602403?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/5611902960676602403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=5611902960676602403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5611902960676602403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5611902960676602403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-day-short-of-month.html' title='One day short of a month.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-6680862223903255744</id><published>2007-07-09T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T18:45:43.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prologue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gods existed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However, it was not what humans wished for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Sinistrals of Chaos, Destruction, Terror and Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;controlled mankind from Doom Island in the sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A hero was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maxim stood up against the gods with "The Dual Blade":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a sword that amplifies the Spiritual Force. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Sinistrals were gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They were banished from the earth by Maxim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mankind recovered from the despair and prospered once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what was known as the First Doom Island War. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;100 years later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;People had forgotten about the First Doom Island War, and prospered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;However, a descendant of Maxim stood on guard for the Sinistrals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There was a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lufia, with cerulean hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She, who lost everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;opened her heart to the hero's descendant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Sinistrals were resurrected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;before Lufia, the fated girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The nightmare isle Doom Island once again cast its shadow of despair upon mankind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The boy drew his sword.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The "Dual Blade" was pointed at Lufia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Humankind could only be savedby the sacrifice of the girl he loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Sinistrals disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Humans were once again saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what is known as the 2nd Doom Island War.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred years have passsed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahaha. That's the Prologue from the game Lufia III: The Legend Returns. The game takes place 100 years after the events of Lufia I, which takes place 100 years after the events of Lufia II: Rise of the Sinistrals. This makes Lufia II a prequel and Lufia III a sequel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I only played Lufia II, btw. I don't have the rest. And yes, I do play computer games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I like the story. It's really good. I first played Lufia II on the SNES at my cousin's house back when I was primary.... 3 I think. And recently I downloaded this SNES emulator onto my com and decided to relive the game-days. Hahaha. But playing SNES nowadays is seriously outdated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SNES stands for Super Nintendo Entertainment System. Yes it's very old. It produced the first colour Mario game and connects to the TV through the old-school V/A cable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Those who find the extremely-cut-shorter-than-short story above should try playing the game. It's quite challenging and strategic. And I was quite touched by some parts of the story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pixel-graphics(SNES, please, not PS3) and MIDI audio(hey the soundtrack was pretty good for MIDI), I think it's the best game I've finished in a while. But the end report states that I spent 24 hours and 37 minutes on it. Not at one shot though. Hmmm.... Didn't realise it took that long. hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway. I'm quite done with that game now. Maybe I'll dig it up from my folder next year to replay it again or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-6680862223903255744?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/6680862223903255744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=6680862223903255744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6680862223903255744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6680862223903255744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/07/prologue-gods-existed.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-839214440608578277</id><published>2007-06-30T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T02:50:27.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Galore</title><content type='html'>Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what this week has been. Most of it, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Monday was the big day for the IRDD project. My group got to present within the last 20 minutes of the tutorial. Tutor was laughing through our resort presentation because our resort had quite a lot of wacky ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was quite fine, though. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was horrible because of Air-con. For more details, see Clar's blog(under my links).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I rushed through FMF on Wednesday night. Had help with Excel from Mum, Thanks Mum! Then rushed through the report late at night and finally finished everything up on Thursday afternoon. Managed to hand up the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was fine, finished up the crazy Air-con Project and went to meet my sis at parkway. Shopped around (Yes I shop. Rarely, though.) and finally went for training. Training was quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes and Mel are worried about their grading. I don't know what else to say. They're walking the fine line. But good luck to the both of you anyway. Do well on the 7th of July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised something earlier this year. This year's 7th night of July is gonna be a special one. Since the official Tanabata parade in Japan starts at 7.07pm, it'll be a heck lot of 7s in the time and date. 7.07pm 07/07/07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's something probably only people like me bother to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-839214440608578277?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/839214440608578277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=839214440608578277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/839214440608578277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/839214440608578277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/06/project-galore.html' title='Project Galore'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-1887506108145614953</id><published>2007-06-17T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:32:36.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's human to be sian.</title><content type='html'>Therefore I am 100-percent human right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRDD project coming along fine, with our group in the research stage. Resort location is along the coast of Lake Coatepeque, in Santa Ana, El Salvador. Go search the web and tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past week's been absolutely boring. No violin lessons, no outings, not one recreational day. It's been pure project and slacking and reading the 5 books I borrowed from Bedok Library, of which 4 are Star Wars novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone in J2 is beginning to gear up to prepare for their A levels. All except Tallie, that is. That girl started last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, starbucks hasn't been visited for quite a while now. And I think I'll be quite glad when my sis comes back and takes back the room I'm currently using. I'm bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go out to starbucks alone to read today, but I figured it would be nonsensical. And there are barely 15 people online now. And it's the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly's restarting following week, same time as the MOE schools. And thank goodness, we finally get to use some software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realise the past four paragraphs took up only two lines. How great. And this one too. I'm just very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-1887506108145614953?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/1887506108145614953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=1887506108145614953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1887506108145614953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1887506108145614953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-human-to-be-sian.html' title='It&apos;s human to be sian.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-2354160990169212625</id><published>2007-06-12T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:09:08.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAH I just read my sis's blog and it was so funny I just had to kope it. Sorry for koping, Jie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term exam. The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the "Bonus Question" on the exam: "Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?"Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different Religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature andpressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa (a girlfriend of mine during my Freshman year) that, "it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you", and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct...leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A."&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-2354160990169212625?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/2354160990169212625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=2354160990169212625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2354160990169212625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2354160990169212625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/06/hahah-i-just-read-my-siss-blog-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-5362977028604007712</id><published>2007-06-06T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T01:46:32.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a long time since I blogged...</title><content type='html'>Since... Last Tuesday, actually. hahah. Not that long after all. Just seems so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing much happened last week, apart from the exciting concerts I went to, including my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was the VJC String Ensemble Concert. So nice I tell you, or maybe it's just my fascination for symphony orchestras. But soooo irritating at the same time. Why? Because the timpanist for Superman March and Tchaikovsky's 5th was TUNING thoughout the entire song. Superman sounded like he was flying past a temple man. Like, *!FANFARE!* dong dong dong dong.... dong.. dong...  So irritating man. Learn some etiquette please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, apart from that irritating factor, the concert was really good. The symphony was well brought out, albeit with slight balance problems. And there were too many horns. Seriously. Even the LSO doesn't have 5 please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Val called me on Friday night to deliver some shocking news. But now it's not so shocking anymore. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat was my Concert, which went quite well. A fellow student's dad patted me on the shoulder and said "good job". And after that I went to the National Lib to wait for Val the Late to turn up. Then we had dinner at Yoshi and went to buy the super-huge flowers for doris, then we rushed to SCH for SYCO's concert. Cool man the concert. Very nice. I like the last two songs. VERY MODERN and chic. Not like the traditional Wong Fei Hong era songs every school CO plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun was spent with Val, Cindy and LiZhen at pasir ris library. Mugging. I knew from the start I couldn't mug longer than half and hour. So it was half and hour mug, 20 minute break, half and hour mug, 20 minute break, kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone went home for dinner cos no one could stay out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday? Yesterday, stayed at home the whole morning till afternoon, practicing and studying, on and off, until Ansley called me to go down earlier to "help out". So I changed and did my hair(must mention, rare moment in my life) and dad fetched me down to The Changi Village Hotel for Band Dinner 07: The Red Carpet. hahah It was very nice, fun and all, seeing my section again, and the food. Oh my gosh THE FOOOD. So wondrumdous and gobblicious(read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory if you don't understand this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was fun. Thanks to Ansley's dad who fetched us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Tuesday, was good. Went to school for IRDD exam, did averagely fine. Stayed back with Clar in the ENG canteen to ponder over FMF notes. Then I left to meet Val at Starbucks! hahaha Most Visited Place on Earth, outside School and my home. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We studied(did we?) for about an hour, then I taught Val how to fold a rose(which she forgot in the end) and we played hangman. And the funny thing is, we could guess some of our answers from the pure blanks! hahaha like she said the category was "celebrity" and I counted the blanks and knew straightaway who she meant. But I still lost la, couldn't guess two of her hangman blanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after all that we left Starbucks cos Val was meeting her mum for dinner(at HEI SUSHI summore) and I was meeting my family for dinner(for tapao-ed food at home with plastic cutlery). hahahahah. See the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the next morning now. I don't know what to write for Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep! Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-5362977028604007712?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/5362977028604007712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=5362977028604007712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5362977028604007712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5362977028604007712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/06/been-long-time-since-i-blogged.html' title='Been a long time since I blogged...'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-3922989799448240853</id><published>2007-05-29T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:40:23.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubik's cube frenzy.</title><content type='html'>I think I've become quite a lot more analytical the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt a method to solve the Rubik's cube off the net, invented another method whilst in the bath, and created another out of a friend's method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people would call me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life's been pretty nonsense the past few days. FDM Club's taking up a lot on my mind. Maybe I should follow a friend's style in handling his club, like a dictator, he said on his blog. But I can't. I don't give orders, I suggest them. Ah well, apart from that, quizzes and presentations and projects and Term Tests next week. And I got back Space Planning assignment 2. Got lower than Assignment 1 but still quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for ACJC strings concert last week with Val. Very good. Very nice. I liked the Piano Concerto. Too bad about the missing harp concerto though. And I've got VJC strings concert this Friday and my own and SYCO's on Saturday, afternoon and at night. Quite busy, as Tallie would say. Quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Pirates last week too, VERY NICE. I LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season there are so many good movies and so many good concerts to go to, I'm lost. I could go for all, but my friends can't all make it, so bo pian lah, I don't want to go alone.... I think. Let's list them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shrek 3&lt;br /&gt;2. Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;3. Ocean's Thirteen&lt;br /&gt;4. Fantastic 4: Rise of the Silver Surfer&lt;br /&gt;5. Spiderman 3 (I haven't watched it yet man.)&lt;br /&gt;6. Blades of Glory (my bro said this was damn good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Concerts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Play! A Video Game Symphony - Singapore Festival Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;2. VJC string ensemble concert&lt;br /&gt;3. PLUCK&lt;br /&gt;... and others I saw in the SSO brochure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn. I don't have any time for it. Even during the short 2 weeks poly break I have to meet up with my IRDD group practically EVERYDAY to do the HUGE project which has the EARLIEST deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-3922989799448240853?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/3922989799448240853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=3922989799448240853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/3922989799448240853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/3922989799448240853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/05/rubiks-cube-frenzy_29.html' title='Rubik&apos;s cube frenzy.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-7326212758393452390</id><published>2007-05-29T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:20:41.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubik's cube frenzy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-7326212758393452390?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/7326212758393452390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=7326212758393452390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/7326212758393452390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/7326212758393452390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/05/rubiks-cube-frenzy.html' title='Rubik&apos;s cube frenzy.'/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-8762872686432362591</id><published>2007-05-18T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:55:10.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hooray. I'm Eighteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be dix-huit(dee-weet) in french.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on Thursday, which was the 17th of may, I went to school as per normal. Had Space Planning test and got back results for Lab Assignment one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 96 upon 100. Which is good since the test carries a 10 percent weightage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at the Ban Mian there. Now, I dont' know who termed that place "the Ban Mian there". It just became that way. Ate my regular chicken rice there. Went back to school for another round of space planning lessons and after that had FMF tutorial. I don't like the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after FMF I rushed off for violin lesson. And on the bus suddenly Yi Ting called me and asked me why I ran away from class. hahaha. Then the class, or what remained of the class back in school, sang me the birthday song through her phone. Sounded a bit warped though, cos of the many different people shouting at the same time. But thanks all the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for Violin Lesson. Kreutzer was like crap again... And the new concerto is nice. After violin I went to parkway with my family and we ate at Swenson's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Parkway and even went to the arcade with my bro. Then we all went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Went to school just for Aircon lesson. Spent almost the entire time teaching Clar and Rais the basic steps to the Rubik's Cube instead. I'm sorry Yi Ting! Sorry for not listening! But I was bored. And I almost knew all of chapter one already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm lazy at times too. I know. And all greenview students who are reading this, don't follow this example! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then had FDM Meeting and went to Ajisen Ramen with Michelle, Ericia, WeiTing, Lynette, QL, Jerry and Jason. Then was eating halfway suddenly Michelle and Ericia came back from their "toilet" and presented me with a cake! But I couldn't finish it lah. Wasted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that we went to TM's arcade and played abit. Then we all went seperate ways and I came back home, only to rush out again for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was alright, with Valerie's(the tkd one, not the CO one) siblings joining us for training. And the brother is a clarinetist from Manjusri! Spent some time talking to him about band stuff. hahaha. Mel didn't come today as well. Went back home after training and now I'm done blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided. From now one, when I type TKD Val, it means the val from training. If I just type Val, it's the one whose &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uniors love to call xiao val... Which is, literally, small val. Which is true. Special references go to the hugest letter in this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-8762872686432362591?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/8762872686432362591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=8762872686432362591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8762872686432362591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8762872686432362591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/05/hooray.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-2643269754032205180</id><published>2007-05-15T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:21:44.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just going through my archives. And saw this post full of math jokes I put up last time. Have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theorem. A cat has nine tails. Proof. No cat has eight tails. Since one cat has one more tail than no cat, it must have nine tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math problems? Call 1-800-[(10x)(13i)2]-[sin(xy)/2.362x].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of mathematicians and a group of engineers are traveling together by train to attend a conference on mathematical methods in engineering. Each engineer has a ticket whereas only one of the mathematicians has one. Of course, the engineers laugh at the unworldly mathematicians and look forward to the moment the conductor shows up.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly one of the mathematicians shouts: "Conductor coming!" All the mathematicians disappear into one washroom. The conductor checks the ticket of each engineer and then knocks at the washroom door: "Your ticket, please." The mathematicians stick the one ticket they have under the door, the conductor checks it and leaves. A few minutes later, when it is safe, the mathematicians come out of the washroom. The engineers are impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the conference has come to an end, the engineers decide that they are at least as smart as the mathematicians and also buy just one ticket for the whole group. This time the mathematicians have no ticket at all... Again one of the mathematicians shouts: "Conductor coming!". All the engineers rush off to one washroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the mathematicians goes to that washroom, knocks at the door, and says: "Your ticket, please..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mathematician, a physicist, and an engineer are asked to test the following hypothesis: All odd numbers greater than one are prime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mathematician: "Three is a prime, five is a prime, seven is a prime, but nine is not a prime. Therefore, the hypothesis is false."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physicist: "Three is a prime, five is a prime, seven is a prime, nine is not a prime, eleven is a prime, and thirteen is a prime. Hence, five out of six experiments support the hypothesis. It must be true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer: "Three is a prime, five's a prime, seven's a prime, nine's a prime..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I labelled this as The Stupidest Math Joke of the Year, which was last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three medieval kingdoms on the shores of a lake. There was an island in the middle of the lake, over which the kingdoms had been fighting for years. Finally, the three kings decided that they would send their knights out to do battle, and the winner would take the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before the battle, the knights and their squires pitched camp and readied themselves for the fight. The first kingdom had 12 knights, and each knight had five squires, all of whom were busily polishing armor, brushing horses, and cooking food. The second kingdom had twenty knights, and each knight had 10 squires. Everyone at that camp was also busy preparing for battle. At the camp of the third kingdom, there was only one knight, with his squire. This squire took a large pot and hung it from a looped rope in a tall tree. He busied himself preparing the meal, while the knight polished his own armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the hour of the battle came, the three kingdoms sent their squires out to fight (this was too trivial a matter for the knights to join in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle raged, and when the dust had cleared, the only person left was the lone squire from the third kingdom, having defeated the squires from the other two kingdoms, thus proving that the squire of the high pot and noose is equal to the sum of the squires of the other two sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Do leave your comments. I got these in an email my bro sent me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-2643269754032205180?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/2643269754032205180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=2643269754032205180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2643269754032205180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2643269754032205180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/05/hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-5148376296553829270</id><published>2007-05-15T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:45:21.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright! Finally I can blog again. Even with the blogger page on error. All the icons are vertical so the typing area is right at the bottom. Anyway, life's been pretty alright nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird things are happening to my friends. One friend in particular. Can't say more here or that friend will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. Since the last post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started Suzuki's book 4 and Kreutzer's 42 excercises. It's hard. Kreutzer, that is. But I'm confident I can play the whole book one day without looking at it. That'll be a long time from now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly's fine, with the Macau or LA trip coming up. It's either of the trips, but the Macau one is $800-$900 while the LA one is $2300-$2400. And since we've been informed secretly that selection for the LA one is by GPA, and my clique's GPAs aren't that good, we might as well just all go for the Macau one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I've been hit by a craze. You know Rubik's Cube? The 3 x 3 x 3 cube with different colours on each side and u scramble it up and try to twist it back again? Yeah, I currently can finish it on an average of 2-and-a-half to 3 minutes. Hahaha. But staring at it can sometimes give me a brief headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I'm done blogging. Just something to share with all you Males and Females out there. It's about words women use. My thoughts are in brackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE&lt;br /&gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;(yes, absolutely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE MINUTES&lt;br /&gt;If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;(now that's wrong, it means one hour, not half.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;This is the calm before the storm. This means "something," and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with'Nothing' usually end with "Fine"&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD&lt;br /&gt;This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;(This isn't very true in Singapore, she'll just wait for you to do whatever it is, then yell at you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUD SIGH&lt;br /&gt;This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing".&lt;br /&gt;(Imagine if she suddenly burped while making a huge long sigh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S OKAY&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah. That's scary, not okay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS&lt;br /&gt;A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;(Ah now, how often does that happen to a married couple?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER&lt;br /&gt;It's a woman's way of saying *!#@ YOU!&lt;br /&gt;(hmm... Well... That should be good for the guy, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-5148376296553829270?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/5148376296553829270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=5148376296553829270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5148376296553829270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5148376296553829270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/05/alright-finally-i-can-blog-again_15.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-3399002919320536089</id><published>2007-05-02T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:36:04.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went surfing youtube last night. Saw a few funny things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=tvUbrbFdJ8g"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=tvUbrbFdJ8g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Piano Improvisation I've ever seen. He added some themes from "tetris" at the end too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the most silly and funny music performance ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=aWPvi4E0feY"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=aWPvi4E0feY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough for an update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-3399002919320536089?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/3399002919320536089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=3399002919320536089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/3399002919320536089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/3399002919320536089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-1500517126265233286</id><published>2007-04-19T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:29:58.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055115396569932066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Ridgq4cooSI/AAAAAAAAACs/pe6TOapZZlM/s400/ABRSM+G2+Results.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-1500517126265233286?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/1500517126265233286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=1500517126265233286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1500517126265233286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1500517126265233286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-out.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Ridgq4cooSI/AAAAAAAAACs/pe6TOapZZlM/s72-c/ABRSM+G2+Results.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-8470487267892530084</id><published>2007-04-17T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T14:13:58.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got another email from my mum.&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;Subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible F1 Accident.&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 all of you out there who are great fans of F1......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Pls spend a minute of silence and offer yr prayers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rgds&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054275804167998786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/RiRlELBJDUI/AAAAAAAAACU/gFiSI-9-pHo/s400/Terrible-F1-accident.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-8470487267892530084?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/8470487267892530084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=8470487267892530084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8470487267892530084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8470487267892530084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-got-another-email-from-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/RiRlELBJDUI/AAAAAAAAACU/gFiSI-9-pHo/s72-c/Terrible-F1-accident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-8311414797444887213</id><published>2007-04-16T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:26:11.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>357.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, actually, to anyone reading who doesn't understand the above, you don't have to try. Only two other people can actually realise for sure what 357 means at this point of time without me telling them, and I'm not telling you who they are either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back on to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting in 6 days. Or the 7th day from now. Either way, it starts on Monday. And the stupid timetable hasn't come out yet. And we have 7 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random thoughts for the day (I don't really have much to talk about):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This year's an odd one.&lt;br /&gt;- At 07: 07 :07 pm on the 7th Night of July this year is a nice moment.&lt;br /&gt;- Time slows down as a moving object approaches the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;- It's April.&lt;br /&gt;- Relief teaching is not that bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;- I can't wait to use REVIT again.&lt;br /&gt;- I can wait for July.&lt;br /&gt;- What happens after that?&lt;br /&gt;- A year has passed since last April.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm tired of caring.&lt;br /&gt;- Tomorrow's Alene's birthday. I wonder if Jes and Mel even remembered that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more random thoughts. Time to go to sleep and wake up tmr at 6am again. Thankfully Wednesday's Sports Day and I don't have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-8311414797444887213?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/8311414797444887213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=8311414797444887213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8311414797444887213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8311414797444887213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/04/357.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-501445685977686287</id><published>2007-04-14T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T11:06:37.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello again everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been especially boring. Super boring. I just can't wait for poly life to start again in a week. But then I will be stressed out. 7 modules. Two with design softwares, one confirmed with REVIT, but the other I don't know. So that leaves 5 theoretical subjects. Heaven help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the past week, like I said, has been super boring. No training at all due to grading last week, and everyone is either immersed in their syf rehearsals(like Val, Emily and Florence) or mugging too hard(like Tallie) or bored out of their wits like me(e.g. QL and Jerry and the rest of them) or are just plain busy with their JC life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard being a poly student when most of your closest friends -- at least, the ones you treat as your closest -- are enrolled in a Junior College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only break from the monotony was on Thursday, when I met Mel for dinner after my violin lesson. My teacher said my violin had too hazy a tone, and I would have to always play super close to the bridge just to achieve a general brightness others have when they play on the finger board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's good. If I'm forced to play so near to the bridge like this, I'll get used to it. Then if I ever have to get another violin which is brighter, then I'll be super bright, right? That'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after meeting Mel for dinner we went to popular(pop the snake hahaha), and the silly girl walked around popular for so long to buy.... Reinforcement ring. And a pen, I think. Anyway it was quite dumb walking around for so long to buy so few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, work has been as usual, hot and noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-501445685977686287?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/501445685977686287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=501445685977686287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/501445685977686287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/501445685977686287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-again-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-8240163202294661883</id><published>2007-04-10T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T13:03:44.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha I got this in an email from my mum. I find it damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;========================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disorder in the Court &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from a book called Disorder in the American Courts,&lt;br /&gt;And are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down&lt;br /&gt;And now Published by court reporters who had the torment of staying calm&lt;br /&gt;While these exchanges were actually taking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Are you sexually active?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No, I just lie there.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: What is your date of birth?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: July 18th.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: What year?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Every year.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: I forget.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: How old is your son, the one living with you?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: How long has he lived with you?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Forty-five years.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: My name is Susan.&lt;br /&gt; ______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved invoodoo?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: We both do.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Voodoo?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: We do.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: You do?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Yes, voodoo.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies inhis sleep, he doesn't know about it until the Next morning?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Uh, he's twenty-one.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Would you repeat the question?______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August8th?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Uh....&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: How many were boys?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: None.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: By death.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to adeposition notice which I sent to your attorney?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performedon dead people?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK?&lt;br /&gt;What school did you go to?WITNESS: Oral.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I wasdoing an autopsy on him!&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: No.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alivewhen you began the autopsy?WITNESS: No.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.&lt;br /&gt;ATTORNEY: But could the patient have still been alive,nevertheless?&lt;br /&gt;WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been aliveand practising law.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH. Some lawyers are damn funny. But some of them are truly amazing too, if you bother to read John Grisham's books. There's also a very good lawyer portrayed in The Other Side of Midnight and Memories of Midnight, both by Sidney Sheldon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law is a good thing to study, a tiring thing to practice and the fastest route to asking awkwardly embarrassing questions in court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather be an architect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-8240163202294661883?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/8240163202294661883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=8240163202294661883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8240163202294661883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8240163202294661883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/04/hahaha-i-got-this-in-email-from-my-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-7092987469668983825</id><published>2007-04-09T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:00:02.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Life is an algorithm with dependency parameters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often we find ourselves in a situation we prepared back in the past but which just wasn't plausible. We prepared anyway, subconciously. And suddenly when the truth comes upon us in one fell swoop, our brains automatically switches to that one-in-a-googleplex scenario reaction. And we react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more often than not those scenes do come along....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're called surprises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-7092987469668983825?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/7092987469668983825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=7092987469668983825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/7092987469668983825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/7092987469668983825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-is-algorithm-with-dependency.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-1731180995601912468</id><published>2007-04-06T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T17:20:49.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time to touch a little on a topic I know a little about, seen too much of, and had no experience of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to borrow a book(fiction, mind you) which told a story of a teenage girl having slimness angst and how she tried all the funny diets in the world, to finally get a guy she liked, who actually turned out to be gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some bits taken from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow, we may diet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something guys on a diet will always say, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- The skipping diet: Skipping breakfast, skipping lunch, skipping dinner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most commonly used diet and also the most stupid. Watch Oliver! and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The seafood diet: See food and you eat it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever unchanging golden rule of food lovers and gourmets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The only way to lose ten pounds in two weeks, and keep it off, is to chop of your leg.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, though some people's legs might give them a better deal of 20 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Diet religiously: Eat what you like and pray it doesn't show.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Number One secret to being attractive: Confidence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess most girls don't realise this. And guys realise this all too well to the point of over-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-I'm in shape. Round is a shape.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, these funny bits really made the book quite enjoyable. The book title is &lt;strong&gt;Mates, Dates and Chocolate Cheats&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Cathy Hopkins.&lt;/strong&gt; It's part of a series of ten books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I managed to find an Arthur C. Clarke book I've never read or heard of before. It's called &lt;strong&gt;Childhood's End.&lt;/strong&gt; Quite a cool book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought &lt;strong&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/strong&gt; from the Greenview Bookshop. Discounted price some more. hahaha. Finished it on the 2nd last period of the day I got it. Shows how boring babysitting a class is eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's good friday. And it's actually one of the most boring days of my life. Tallie can't make it to watch Mr Bean, Val's studying, Mel's keeping herself at home, Jes is out with Jac, and QL has watched Mr Bean already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day with my violin and revisiting one of my old games which I once played on Windows 98.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-1731180995601912468?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/1731180995601912468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=1731180995601912468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1731180995601912468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1731180995601912468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back-again-this-time-to-touch-little.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-5847221817999869946</id><published>2007-04-04T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:42:54.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Again. It's been a weird week of shoutings and feeling older than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the entire morning slacking, because somehow I managed to wake up at 8.30am and couldn't get back to sleep. The 6am wake-ups for work must be getting to me. Darn. So anyway, after lunch I practiced and practiced till 3pm, and then I left for Katong Mall to meet Tallie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn good, I thought her performance was at the Blue and Yellow Katong building, which turned out to be Katong Shopping Centre, not Katong Mall. So I had to take another bus back ONE BUS STOP to the actual place. And the funny thing about Katong Mall is that there is only one escalator going upwards from the entrance. So to get out you'd have to go down within the mall and then walk out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, finally met the VJC girl and we walked to Parkway, where Val was supposed to "meet" us. hahahah. Meet us she did, with that small pink cake. We sang happy birthday to Tallie at The Coffee Bean, and quite a number of their other customers sang along with us. Call it promoting age. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we met up with Doris and everyone went to Eunos MRT, after which we split up. I went home, Tallie went to... er... prepare for her big event at night. hahah. And Val and Doris met with Marl to go for some function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April fools day! I woke up with a message from Tallie in my handphone, saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" OMG I'm at my auntie's house and I didn't know, Jes is my distant cousin! OMGOMG See any resemblance??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right. At first I was abit stunned. But then of course, my wonderfully practical and logical mind took over and decided that the date must be April 1st(yes I didn't know the date at first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Eastpoint Mall for lunch with my bro and we played Pool and Arcade Games(yes please, I still retain that hint of childhood) for about an hour and a half. Then my bro left to meet his friends and I left to meet Val at starbucks. Went to the library first though. Sat reading in starbucks while Val laughed over her friends stunned reactions to her April Fools trick, which was supremely elaborate and a little over the crazy side of april fool jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for dinner at Mac's, which I'm really quite sick of already, and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early on this day FOR NOTHING. There were no relief vacancies in Greenview so I didn't go. So I spent the first 5 hours of the morning slacking and practicing, on and off. Watched The Return of the King again in the afternoon, and practiced again. Then I left for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what came over me during training, but I felt very melancholic and angry and tired. Not physically tired, but emotionally. Like, inside. I still remember this time last year, when I was still deciding whether to go back for training. I did, of course, though I didn't expect things to turn out like they are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, train ride back was better than the whole day altogether, and I went to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a horribly irritating and boring day. Some of the classes I went into were so frustrating I had to dent their class' blue box before they realised I was there. So irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home immediately after work and slacked until evening, then I went to visit TWE at their night rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home and slept. Like I said, a most horribly boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's classes weren't so bad, though I had a hard time locating one of the rooms throughout the school, which turned out to be at one of the farthest corners from the classroom blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked the whole afternoon again. Though I practiced quite an amount just now after dinner. And it seems like the whole Friday plan's over. No more. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna slack some more and try to get more sleep in. Or I'll probably sleep on one of the class desks tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a fixed timetable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-5847221817999869946?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/5847221817999869946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=5847221817999869946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5847221817999869946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5847221817999869946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-8922015155415287291</id><published>2007-03-29T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T23:18:34.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a weird week, both filled with activities and yet boring. Fun yet unexciting. Happy yet sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my Violin Exam on Tuesday. Examiner was quite nice and I think he dragged out his sentences so that we Singaporeans who took the exams could understand his Queen's English accent. Then after that I put my violin at home and went to visit TWE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sound quite nice already, with a definitely new style from the way Mr Glosz handled it. It's The Zat Style. Not bad song, not bad texture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all goes smoothly and the judges don't give a damn about the length and grade of the piece, I think they'll make it to top three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that I went home and slacked. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was the most boring day ever. After work I went home and slept, which I hardly ever do in the afternoons. Then I woke up and slacked the whole night again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today(Thursday) was considerably better. The classes I took for relief were surprisingly calm and quieter. Must have been the rain. After work, I rushed home in the rain and took my violin and went for my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson was interesting. My teacher told me some surprising (and not unpleasant) stuff. And I got loads to practice again. Well, after the lesson I bought bubble tea and went walking around parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was coming out from Sembawang, suddenly this girl in green bypassed my sight and went down the escalator with another woman. I turned, and saw Jesalyn, in her TJC uniform. It looks good on her, not like the un-matching way it does on some other people in the school. Even she herself knows it, and once kept talking about uniform matching throughout an entire train ride. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about the uniform. As I said, I saw her and her mum on the escalator and I called out. She turned and waved. Seemed to be in a hurry, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I just turned and walked along. Soon I made my way back home and at the bus stop along Katong Road, I met Fay, who was with.... some guy, I dunno who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I asked what bus they were taking first, or I would have hopped on the 12 which they took, as well. Cannot be lamp-post ma, modern society etiquette of not playing gooseberry. So I simply said, "oh I'm taking 10". haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I waited quite long for bus 10 and reached home around 5.30pm. Slacked until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring life, isn't it. Yet it is filled with so many activities and things to be happy about. But in the end it is still effectively much more boring than being in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I hate holidays which provide nothing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-8922015155415287291?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/8922015155415287291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=8922015155415287291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8922015155415287291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8922015155415287291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-48440417733381379</id><published>2007-03-25T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:58:12.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everybody.&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a while since my last post. 12 days, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's the holidays for poly students and instead of slacking like some people, I'm spending my time wisely - no wait, maybe not wisely, but still time consuming anyway - back in Greenview Sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are still clueless as to what in the world enticed me to visit that isolated area of loyang for 6 hours or more every weekday, I'm doing relief teaching. It's my second season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time, I'm really getting sian-ed out, because I have been allotted random timetables, instead of having a fixed timetable like last year. Because of this, I have to wake up at 6am everyday without knowing for sure if I'd be working that day. Only at 7am will I know. Then it's a rush to the school and then the work starts, which basically consists of entering a class and keeping order in it. Most of the time it doesn't work out, though, especially in the naughtier classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, I still like it. Keeps me busy during holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've mentioned this to anyone before, but I really hate holidays with nothing to do. Since I was in sec 2 I've always wanted to be out doing something everyday, not sitting at home with nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past week, I've been screaming and shouting at classes to "keep quiet" and "sit down" and "get back into the classroom" and all the other assorted things teachers say to keep order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, life still goes on as per normal. Trainings on Mondays and Fridays. Violin lessons on Thursdays. Chamberesque on some weekends. Visiting TWE on some Tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Jesalyn is putting on braces! Although I don't really think she'd need it, of course it is better for her. The poor girl is now suffering in pain from the extractions, which she'll have to go through a second round of this week. Her braces term is one and a half years, which is quite short. I still have about a year or two more, and I've already had one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violin exam on Tuesday in the morning, so obviously I'm not reporting to work on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow. Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-48440417733381379?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/48440417733381379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=48440417733381379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/48440417733381379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/48440417733381379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-3521773236483722096</id><published>2007-03-13T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:03:17.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alright photos from the Perth trip!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sis and me in her hostel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041418433859713442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rfa3WuJQeaI/AAAAAAAAABI/LpSZfgSg5lo/s400/IMG_0633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And this is the University of Western Australia's Clock Tower. The building is some performance theater.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041419361572649394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rfa4MuJQebI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZAwWuJwg3hI/s400/IMG_0642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what building this is...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041420766026955218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rfa5eeJQedI/AAAAAAAAABg/cNDAvQxU9Yc/s400/IMG_0726.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And the answer is...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041421320077736418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rfa5-uJQeeI/AAAAAAAAABo/ME9psIx882g/s400/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;HAHA Val, Talz, fancy coming here to study next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some wedding couple taking wedding photos. Told you people get married there.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041422101761784306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rfa6sOJQefI/AAAAAAAAABw/N6INKnmJ0RI/s400/IMG_0733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Now this is something I haven't seen for some time. Talk about advertisement graffitti.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041422913510603266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rfa7beJQegI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7ANEJA-7hfc/s400/IMG_0738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And at the top of the column....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041423755324193298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rfa8MeJQehI/AAAAAAAAACA/w9l29zTsnnE/s400/IMG_0739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay that's about enough for now, maybe I'll put up more pics next time. I'm a very lazy picture-posting person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodnight everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-3521773236483722096?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/3521773236483722096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=3521773236483722096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/3521773236483722096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/3521773236483722096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/03/alright-photos-from-perth-trip-my-sis.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/Rfa3WuJQeaI/AAAAAAAAABI/LpSZfgSg5lo/s72-c/IMG_0633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-869334995826373618</id><published>2007-03-12T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:38:49.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So. Let's get done with the Perth Story first yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Subiaco again alone because my sis had classes again. Of course she has classes, Uni isn't a paid holiday. So I walked around the place myself. The nice market was closed. Darn. So I walked along the shophouses and bought some souveniers and then went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked in my sis's room for awhile and then she came back and brought me to this Italian place called Tiamo for dinner. The name means "I love you" in Italian according to Val, but please, my sis and I are not incestuous. Sibling Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the food at that place was seriously damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back and played abit of soccer behind the hostel's tennis court. hahaha. Then we headed back and I was quite tired so I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to subiaco again so that I could go to that market. It's a really nice market but it only opens on Fridays and weekends. Bought stuff that I wanted to get and could only find there, and then went back and watched movies on my sis's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at this chinese food place in Northbridge, which is opposite the city relative to the bus station. The chinese food there was damn nice, but the vegetables served was mainly stalks and stalks. I don't like stalks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and on the way back we met two of my sis's Hostel friends on the bus, going back from the city too. We chatted on the bus and after we were back at the hostel we decided to play table tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played from 9pm to 12 midnight. Crazy right. But damn fun. And I'm getting better at it. hahahah. After that was totally tired so we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the most fun days in Perth. We took a bus to Fremantle and walked through this grassfield to the harbour. Then we went to eat fish and chips! haha at this damn cool place called Cicerello's. Best Fish and Chips man. And we saw this damn funny sign all around the place, will post it up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked to Baskin and Robbins to have ice cream! hahaha Also the best Ice Cream I've ever tasted. Never had anything like it before. My sis and I had a pleasant surprise there too. We met an old colleague of my dad's, who was also there on a vacation. Chatted for a long while and then we left to go back to Crawley, which is where the Hostel is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went back, we immediately went to play table tennis again. HAHAHA. I really like the sport now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I spent the night writing goodbye notes to my sis's friends who made it so hospitable in the hostel. And I sneaked out at around 1am plus to stick them on their doors. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DAY finally arrived! Went to the City with my sis and walked about for some ridiculous reason, until we finally arrived at this Jap food place. The food there, as always in the places my sis brought me to eat, was really good. Better than the Jap fare here in Singapore, though more expensive. The serving is super large as well, to cater to the huge angmoh stomachs I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal, we went to the Hotel Grand Chancellor to wait for my shuttle, which then took me to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check-in and all was fine, walked about quite a bit before boarding too. And flight was quite alright too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came to fetch me, and slept on a bed for the first time in 8 days! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10 and moochled and foochled around the house until 12pm and I went out to buy food for my dad and me. After lunch I went out to TM and waited for Val to turn up. While walking I was thinking of stuff and as I took the escalator up to the top floor I was thinking of Jes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I reached the top floor and surprise, Jes was there, with Jacqueline and another guy. Said hello and chatted a bit. Then they left and I was left alone again to walk and wait for the late person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Val about a few minutes later and we went to Starbucks and chatted till 4plus and that girl somehow wanted to go Yamaha. Given that we met on the top floor, she should have went before we went down to Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that I went home and changed for training. Reached Kembangan CC and say Jes's training bag and Gi there but somehow she and her handbag wasn't there. hahaha, later found out she walked all the way around and around to find a single rubber band to tie her hair with. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was quite alright, with a few glitches as usual. Mel was sick today. Silly girl went to take drowsy medicine without reading the label and then she went to canoe. In the end she said her senior had to rescue her. I think I know which senior it is..... hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during the ride back home after training, Jes told me about her CG and OG, and how she thought that it wasn't worth it hanging out with her CG cos they didn't give back as much or put in as much effort to bond, and thus she much rather be with her OG when outings with both groups clashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I found it damn ironic that she could tell me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter. The ride back was still nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back because my mum had to wash the white stuff I wore to training, and now I'm typing this. What else can I put in this super long post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, photos will be up soon. As soon as I load and arrange them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-869334995826373618?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/869334995826373618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=869334995826373618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/869334995826373618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/869334995826373618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/03/so.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-8182477465665073316</id><published>2007-03-07T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T21:04:07.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Wednesday. And the weather's still 42 degrees. Or hotter. There ain't enough clouds to fill a teaspoon up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. On to the happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis brought me to Subiaco today. It has this place like a huge walkthrough market with all sorts of items there. Bought some weird laughable stuff there and then we went back for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed back to the room and I slept the afternoon away. Had a mild headache too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at night I slept as well. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis had a lecture so I walked around the UWA campus taking photos, but I had to stop after awhile because people were looking and I felt a bit awkward. So I went to wait for my sis outside her LT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis brought me to Broadway for lunch. Had Chicken rice, and it still can't beat the Singaporean version behind my house, for all it's authenticity. Sis had Hainanese Noodles, which she claims is the best she's tasted around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Broadway here refers to this small shopping complex called Broadway. It's not the famous theather in London. Just if anyone is confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that we went back and sis had classes the whole afternoon so I stayed in her room and watched movies on her laptop. And at night after dinner we went up to my sis's friend's room and played blackjack, betting with rubber bands and sweets, then we headed back and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I followed my sis to her two lectures and into her chem lab. Serious difference in comparison with TMS science labs man. There were about 6 taps supplying different things at each workstation. I took a few photos and there's a photo with me in my sis's labcoat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we both went to Perth City and walked around and around. There's this place called London Court, which looked extremely like Diagon Alley in the Harry Potter films. I think they might have filmed the movies at the original London Court in London(duh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back around 3pm because the weather was seriously too hot to walk around anymore. Spent the rest of the day sleeping and whatnots. Slacker holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Sis had 6 hours of Chem Lab. SIX, mind. How many of you A and O level people complain of "two hour SPA leh, no joke" or "this SPA not relax one sia"? SIX HOURS man, UNI level some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, because she was busy, I went to Perth City myself and walked around. Tried to find the bubble tea shop but couldn't. So around 1.30pm I went back, and stayed in my sis's room the whole afternoon watching TROY. Then my sis came back and we went down to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we wanted to go to the Uni's Recreational centre to play basketball, but all the courts were occupied so bo pian, we came back. And now I'm typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's a rough brief of what happened so far. Details can only be passed on a verbal basis. hahah. It's a nice vacation, though it would be better if I came in autumn or spring. Even winter doesn't seem so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORTY-TWO DEGREES leh.&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-one times Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Singapore. Already. Come Saturday my sis's taking me to fremantle and on Sunday it's time to head back to Singapore. I'll reach Singapore just as the March hols begin. Good planning eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-8182477465665073316?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/8182477465665073316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=8182477465665073316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8182477465665073316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8182477465665073316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-everyone-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-715128629539370017</id><published>2007-03-03T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:13:39.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings all from Perth! hahaha. Blogging from my sis's laptop, which I'm not quite used to. But still serves alright for typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to the events so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning dad fetched my mum, my bro and obviously me to the airport. Then he went to school for his school's beach cleanup thingy. Then after that Mel arrived. Mel, the one who said she had training and so couldn't come. Supposedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Val appeared later, when the four of us were eating BK and talking crap. So we became five. Obviously. Please go improve your math if you don't believe me. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Plane flight was alright, with turbulences almost all the way for the first half-hour of the flight. Minor ones. No coffee spilt, no apples flying, nothing. And the two women on either side of me simply slept the whole journey. What a waste of Krisworld Entertainment System installation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the plane touched down, the customs and immigrations stuff all in all took about another hour. Yes, that long. Then after that I had a bit of trouble locating the right shuttle to take. Firstly, the shuttle wasn't there. Secondly, the only thing that gave a feeble hint of the shuttle service's existence was a signboard that looked more like an advertisement than a shuttle station. But it was there that te shuttle parked in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the shuttle to Hotel Grand Chancellor where I met my sis, who bought bubble tea for me. BUBBLE TEA. IN PERTH. I never knew they had bubble tea in Westernised countries. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we got back to my sis's hostel, she brought me to dinner at their canteen and after that we took a long stroll through her Uni, The University of Western Australia. The place is really really really nice. It looks like the kind of place where Val or Tallie would like to get married at. Yea you two, it's that nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I was telling my sis I might consider studying there next time. Study what? Of course is Architecture lor. hahaha. Unless I take up the FM course in Reading, which is really hard to get into. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now I'm back at the hostel typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How goes life back in Singapore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-715128629539370017?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/715128629539370017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=715128629539370017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/715128629539370017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/715128629539370017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/03/greetings-all-from-perth-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-5749054421941245335</id><published>2007-02-28T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:39:19.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is the story of a boy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the he crossed the stone threshold&lt;br /&gt;beholding the large complex&lt;br /&gt;his eyes chanced upon two&lt;br /&gt;and his brows raised&lt;br /&gt;he had never seen them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had kept silent&lt;br /&gt;a wondering soul in search of an answer.&lt;br /&gt;And of the two, one spoke,&lt;br /&gt;"hello", "hello" he replied,&lt;br /&gt;and his silence broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found his answer that night&lt;br /&gt;he broke his monotony.&lt;br /&gt;The three, now friends&lt;br /&gt;merry in each's company&lt;br /&gt;thought nought of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A break in time&lt;br /&gt;spoke of a rift&lt;br /&gt;for the two had much to finish&lt;br /&gt;and so he waited&lt;br /&gt;ever counting the days till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the end came&lt;br /&gt;he saw the two once again&lt;br /&gt;and they picked up where they left off&lt;br /&gt;never did they still see&lt;br /&gt;what lay into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept them close to heart&lt;br /&gt;and spoke of them much&lt;br /&gt;he emptied his schedule&lt;br /&gt;ever waiting for opportunity&lt;br /&gt;to come knocking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year passed&lt;br /&gt;new events came to hand&lt;br /&gt;and the two, like all before them&lt;br /&gt;had a new mission&lt;br /&gt;and the monotony began once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His schedule stood alone, empty&lt;br /&gt;whilst theirs' lay all filled in&lt;br /&gt;The future he never glimpsed&lt;br /&gt;was creeping in on him&lt;br /&gt;as it always had been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He crossed the stone threshold&lt;br /&gt;once more&lt;br /&gt;with the heavy feeling in his heart&lt;br /&gt;acknowledging the rift it now bore&lt;br /&gt;as a painful reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smile vanished&lt;br /&gt;his spirit defused.&lt;br /&gt;and as though stolen away&lt;br /&gt;the light left his eyes&lt;br /&gt;and he spoke once again no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-5749054421941245335?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/5749054421941245335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=5749054421941245335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5749054421941245335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5749054421941245335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-story-of-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-5119046630222221898</id><published>2007-02-23T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T20:00:18.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 7.45pm on a Friday and I'm blogging. Why leh? Cos no training today. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Math today was quite alright, apart from the last question, which looked more like a question the ETCM would be more familliar with. Must be set by an ETCM teacher. So hard la the question. So many constants all over the place and sine here and cosine there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, ETCM stands for Electronics blahblahblah. The Electronics part is the only relevant part here, cos the question turned out to be on differentiating a formula to do with voltage and power phases. Crazy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the rest of the paper was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, Clar, Mich, QL and Jerry went opp to buy ......bubble tea. Of all things. I rather buy KFC. And QL and me were arguing about the Integral of Sine-Root-x. Stayed there and chatted a bit about our chinese new year celebrations this year and then we walked back to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and slacked until now. Going to practice later. Got a HECK LOT to practice. In the midst of my exams some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm not going for training on Monday also, although I'm seriously compelled to. TBP on Tuesday. It will be the first time I miss training completely on purpose. Darn, I'm changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad wants me to go back to Greenview to teach this hols. And the MOE website is screwing up and not accepting my password. What a lousy portal. Government-based, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.... nothing else to say. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-5119046630222221898?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/5119046630222221898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=5119046630222221898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5119046630222221898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5119046630222221898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-6863584893290851952</id><published>2007-02-20T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:05:14.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying on Chinese New Year is crazy man. What made Temasek Poly's Staff become so sadistic and decide to hold the study week on the festive period of CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been freaking boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was alright in the morning, with visit to my gran's place. Then after lunch we headed back home. Yes. Just one visit. Had a relative's family over to visit though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practiced twice on Sunday, and spent the night mulling away as usual. Did two Math papers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was boring again. Wanted to go watch a movie but no one was free... Then in the evening my family and I went to Glutton's Bay (it's beside Esplanade) for dinner. Then we walked around and around and finally walked to Marina Square to shop in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watson's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the Hell man. Women can shop anywhere at anytime. While we were waiting for my mum and sis to come out of Watson's the assistant came and closed the shutter to about a metre off the ground, and all the men in the store suddenly felt the urge to get out. BUT all the women remained inside browsing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for my mum shopping is still good, on all accounts. Especially for me. That's because I can't be bothered to shop for clothes. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a bit different. Spent the whole afternoon at my aunt's place, slacking and playing cards and getting heart attacks all over the place. After that went home and then did more Math and stoned in front of my laptop and finally decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring right? I can't wait for the exams to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a schedule my life is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-6863584893290851952?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/6863584893290851952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=6863584893290851952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6863584893290851952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6863584893290851952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/02/wah-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-1670294229783603915</id><published>2007-02-17T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:38:09.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Thus will all fall, when the arrow of cupid strikes them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that phrase just came into my mind. I don't know if it was something I read before, or something I just came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life's been quite alright now. Placid, apart from some happy days. Let's start from Monday, since my last post was on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IntHT was quite sad. My group didn't win, although Ms Goh said she liked our idea very much. Ah well. We had our last Math tutorial for the year. Literally, not just the academic year. My course doesn't need to take Eng Math 3. Quite wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after school there was a stupid briefing that took damn long to start. FDM people left early and I rushed to training, eating Mac on the bus. When I reached, seems that Jes reached not too long ago too. Both of us were late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason, I was emo-ing at training. But the train ride back cooled it off pretty much somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the crappiest day. I went for my dental and the doctor only called me in an hour after the slated time. Never happened before. And on the day of the Lab Test, too. So I made him rush through and then I rushed all the way to ESFAC Lab. Turns out that I was the earliest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test was quite alright. If there wasn't any 30 minute restriction or if the switches were new and not rusty, I would have gotten full marks. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, QL, Jerry and me stayed back to finish up the REBUS project. I put it in the locker around 4pm. Then I went to White Sands. Happened to see two of my 2e2 GV students at Tamp MRT platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything was done at white sands I went home and slacked the whole evening and night away. Such a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to parkway to buy stuff, then went home. Then went to school for Psycho Lecture. Then went to Tampines Central area to walk around and buy more stuff. And I met Jacqueline outside the MRT station. Haven't seen her since Death Note Marathon. She seemed genuinely surprised I was alone on Cupid's hunting day afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I went home and changed and all and left for Compass Point. Met up with Jes and passed her the stuff I got for her. She gave me something too! I totally didn't expect it. haha. It's a small package made of wrapping paper with a ribbon and two miniscule paper cranes. Cute. And inside the package was... chocolates and sweets. haha. It's alright. I still can eat them, even with my teeth like that. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Jes left with her parents for dinner, I went to starbucks myself and stayed there for about half an hour, then I went home. Spent the Valentine's Night with my violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for TBP Lab, which was quite slack considering QL and Me handed up our Assignment last week already. After that was REBUS where we were reminded about the quiz and how to computate Development Charge. Then had to wait all the way to 3pm for the FDM Club meeting. Meeting was a controlled disaster. And there was no Violin lesson today. So I went home and slacked till I went to sleep. That's even more slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school for 55 minutes to take the REBUS test, which turned out tricky. I managed to spot the tricks, at least. 50-storey condo at Changi Airport indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the test, I realised Tallie had left 45 missed calls on my phone, wow. I never had that many, except the 57 I had after my handphone-confiscation period in sec 3. And that was for 2 months. This 45 was in about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met up with Tallie at Tampines and we went to starbucks. Chatted and then went up to the food court (cos miss-no-oily-food-please couldn't bear the thought of burger king and LJS) to have lunch. Val joined us later and thankfully she wanted LJS, so we went down to the CS LJS to eat, and guess what. We saw Emily, eating with a friend. And two tables away was her junior eupho player Safirah(I think that's how her name's spelled). Talk about a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that I went home and practicised, then I left for training. Training was quite slack. Jes didn't come at all cos she had some OGL stuff going on at TJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel came later and passed me her belated valentine's day gift for me, a mini-cactus. She also gave my sis and my bro stuff. hahaha. I had a damn hard time on the MRT back home, with my bag, which I couldn't move about too much cos of my bro and sis' gifts, and with the cactus in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the night slacking at home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's about it for my week. I'm beginning not to mind the idea of my friends coming to my house for CNY, though there's nothing to do. Or maybe it's because there nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. Nothing much gonna happen the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams begin on friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-1670294229783603915?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/1670294229783603915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=1670294229783603915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1670294229783603915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1670294229783603915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/02/thus-will-all-fall-when-arrow-of-cupid.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-6499570797710961656</id><published>2007-02-11T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T08:25:46.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA THIS IS DAMN HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note, the original orchestral version REALLY sounds like this, apart from the parts they cut out. In a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=8lZ5Yez0Hec"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=8lZ5Yez0Hec&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest version of 1812 I ever heard. The guy doing the cannon effect is damn funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-6499570797710961656?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/6499570797710961656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=6499570797710961656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6499570797710961656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6499570797710961656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/02/hahahaha-this-is-damn-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-6977698529100607886</id><published>2007-02-07T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T08:25:46.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After Monday night(Tuesday early morning, actually), I have come to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans think more when they're sleeping than they do when they're awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn pissing to sit up in bed at 3am in the morning and realise that you remember everything you've been thinking about for the past hour instead of sleeping and that the black emptiness is just the inner side of your eyelids. Then you lie back again and repeat the whole darn process for half-hour intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was too hyped up after training or my mind was already crammed full with too many things. Either way, it's gotta stop soon. Exams nearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Monday was a fine day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was quite alright too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be a damn boring day. PSPS and Psycho only again and school is until 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I wrote a poem. I think it's my first ever. Or second... Either way it's one of the few I have ever done. But I won't post it, so don't get your hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, nothing much's been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-6977698529100607886?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/6977698529100607886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=6977698529100607886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6977698529100607886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6977698529100607886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/02/after-monday-nighttuesday-early-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-8978492997779945584</id><published>2007-02-04T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T12:28:59.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. The past week's been quite sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go out with Jes and Mel yesterday. Mel and me were already considering leaving the BBQs we were at early so we could meet Jes after her tuition at orchard. Turns out that Jes also had a BBQ to attend, so it was off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I left the BBQ early anyway. Sorry Clar, I just wanted to go home and lie down at that point. My hip was killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to regards about my hip, I injured it during training on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on to the topic about the boring week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was quite alright, with the HnT presentation. Then I went to see the doctor, and at night there was that fiasco. The train ride with Jes made me feel better though. Thanks Jes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was quite crappy. Met with Mr Tang to discuss the design for the JAE booth. Then went home already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was another stupid day, went to school, had PSPS presentation and Psycho class. That's it. School all the way till 4pm just for TWO LESSONS. Wth man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was not bad. Math test was crap. But had violin lesson after that and my teacher gave me some uplifting news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a weird day. Firstly, there was only 2 lessons. 1, actually, since TBP doesn't really count much considering the lecturer's style of teaching. So we only had REBUS lecture cos the tutorial after that had been finished on Wed already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Clar, Ericia, Mich and Me went to CS for lunch. QL and Jerry didn't come because QL didn't have to go for the Club Meeting later and Jerry was practicing for his HnT presentation. So we went to food junction to eat and walked around after that. Man, those girls can really shop man. Shop but come out with nothing but a small packet of hair clips. Damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to school for the FDM Club meeting. Damn good sia, I kena selected to be president. Thanks hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we wrapped up the meeting around 3.15pm and I went back to see TWE. They've got concert toms! But out of tune la, oh well. And I couldn't practise cos they were having full band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home and then left again for training. Then I got that hip injury. Mel was late, Jes was later. As usual. hahaha. Mel also got an injury during training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, we went to collect Jes's bag from her senior who turned out to be from TMS! My batch! ahaha but I've never talked to him before, only seen around school. Different class ma what to do. Anyway, after that Jes Mel and me went to eat at some outdoor restaurant place along the Kembangan side of Changi Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I took the train with Jes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up till 1am studying my psycho and listening to Tallie yakking into the phone. This is called good multi-tasking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. The day of psychotic reckoning. Woke up at 7am and left for school. The Psycho exam was unexpected. Case studies instead of regular fill-in-the-blank questions or essay questions. I left the LT 2nd. hahaha. I just wanted to get out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, practiced a bit, and read and slacked till 4pm where I left for Pasir Ris. Met up with Mich Ericia and QL. Went to Pasir Ris Park and waited and waited and WAITED for Clar the birthday girl to turn up. She came at 7.10pm, after telling us to reach at 6. Damn good. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was planning to meet up with Jes and Mel after that, like I said above, but it never went ahead. So I left at 8plus with QL and went home. The night was damn crap. Only Val came online, so after talking to her a bit, I went to read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Today is Sunday, such a boring day. I'm stuck at home blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow is Monday. One of the happier days of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-8978492997779945584?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/8978492997779945584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=8978492997779945584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8978492997779945584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8978492997779945584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/02/right.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-1702145659199535995</id><published>2007-01-31T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:53:33.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Z7h8qkMBE_E"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=Z7h8qkMBE_E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out, it's damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, to me. And probably every other percussionist out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-1702145659199535995?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/1702145659199535995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=1702145659199535995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1702145659199535995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1702145659199535995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/httpyoutube.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-2500778844134090370</id><published>2007-01-29T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:36:04.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this poem in an email from Ericia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I got before already but this will be the first time I'm putting it up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner I have a friend,&lt;br /&gt;In this great city that has no end&lt;br /&gt;Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,&lt;br /&gt;And before I know it, a year is gone.&lt;br /&gt;And I never see my old friends face,&lt;br /&gt;For life is a swift and terrible race,&lt;br /&gt;He knows I like him just as well,&lt;br /&gt;As in the days when I rang his bell.&lt;br /&gt;And he rang mine but we were younger then,&lt;br /&gt;And now we are busy, tired men.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of playing a foolish game,&lt;br /&gt;Tired of trying to make a name.&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim&lt;br /&gt;Just to show that I'm thinking of him."&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,&lt;br /&gt;And distance between us grows and grows.&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner, yet miles away,&lt;br /&gt;"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today".&lt;br /&gt;And that's what we get and deserve in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner, a vanished friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to always say what you mean. If you love someone, tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to express yourself. Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you. Because when you decide that it is the right time it might be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day. Never have regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that was what was in the Email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gdnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-2500778844134090370?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/2500778844134090370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=2500778844134090370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2500778844134090370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2500778844134090370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/got-this-poem-in-email-from-ericia.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-280835748248550545</id><published>2007-01-28T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T09:32:35.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why does life deal such unexpected blows every now and then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things has happened in the short span of time since friday. Friday was quite a day, with all the typical last minute touch-ups to the HnT project. Then met Mel at TM then went back to change and went to training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after training at night, or rather, in the early morning, Mel passed me some unpleasant news which she heard from Jes. Quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jesalyn and Family and Extended Family: My deepest condolences to you. I know how it feels to lose someone you've known all your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a sad day...&lt;br /&gt;And I came down with a fever yesterday(Saturday). Practically was in bed till 4pm, then I went to meet Mel at TJC market to have dinner, then we went to the wake. We didn't know what to do there also. Offered incense and all that, and we left at around 8.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and went right to bed. My head was beginning to spin by then already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. My house had a power failure at around 6.30am this morning. And thus my aircon couldn't work, and I was beginning to heat up all over again. So I took my handphone (it was the only light-emitting device around) and went down to the switchboard and flipped the switch back up. Almost fell down the staircase cos I was moving in a fashion similar to what it feels like in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so after that I went up and went right to bed again. Head was really groggy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up at 9am and studied a bit of HnT(test tomorrow). Then came downstairs and now I'm blogging. Later going to Tampines Starbucks to discuss HnT presentation with the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick and seeing others being sad sucks worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-280835748248550545?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/280835748248550545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=280835748248550545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/280835748248550545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/280835748248550545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-does-life-deal-such-unexpected.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-1791551927273261824</id><published>2007-01-25T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:10:53.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is stressful nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 projects this sem. Crazy syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something crazy happened to me this afternoon. I went opposite to the kopitiam with Clar Mich Ericia and QL for lunch. As usual, being there I tapao-ed KFC out to the kopitiam to eat. QL took the drink(mountain dew addict) and I ordered Iced Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine and we were all talking and joking away, until I finished my drink and realised there was a dead bee among the ice of my drink. Everyone else was grossed out and QL seemed to find it damn funny that I didn't manage to swallow the bee's leg hair, of all insect body parts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, I didn't feel scared or worried or angry or sad about the fact that the bee was in my drink. I don't know, I've just lost much of the vigour I used to have last year. Just small spontaenous bursts of loud talking and humour have kept my status from shifting to "permanent-loner".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the week's been quite alright, with the exception of staying up late to type out the stuff for H&amp;T project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's drifting away, and I can only hold on so much... Imagine a vast water body rapidly moving away from the centre red-sea style, and at the centre there's a crab scuttling back and forth from the water, trying to catch up or hold on to the water around it. It obviously fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Just talking crap, actually. Tomorrow's Friday. Jes said she wouldn't be going for training because of some Parents-teacher thing in TJ or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow my parents think Mel and me are together. What a seriously ironical misjudgement. They should read mel's and my blogs more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the week's gonna end soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-1791551927273261824?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/1791551927273261824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=1791551927273261824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1791551927273261824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1791551927273261824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-8509562470175976795</id><published>2007-01-17T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:20:11.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life currently is back to it's monotonous gloom. It's back to the Mondays and Fridays thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once said that my favourite days of the week was Thursday and Friday. Then Monday was included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai. It's boring nowadays. My daily routine is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, wake up, brush teeth, bathe, eat breakfast, leave for school.&lt;br /&gt;Then it's school till about an average time of 3pm(time varies with each day).&lt;br /&gt;Then it's back home.&lt;br /&gt;Then if it's Monday or Friday, it's almost time to leave the house again for training. This is what the days are nice for.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thursdays it's Violin lessons, which is also what the day is nice for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I'm back home after these activities, or when it's Tuesday or Wednesday, I'm sian-ed out by being at home. Not that I hate it at home, but it's just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go watch a movie. Or play badminton. Or bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-8509562470175976795?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/8509562470175976795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=8509562470175976795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8509562470175976795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8509562470175976795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-5530216382027898088</id><published>2007-01-16T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T09:19:12.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another quiz from my archives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN QUALITIES I WANT IN A POTENTIAL SPOUSE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Loving&lt;br /&gt;2. Humour&lt;br /&gt;3. Honesty&lt;br /&gt;4. Fun&lt;br /&gt;5. Happiness&lt;br /&gt;6. Sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;7. Trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT SCARE ME:&lt;br /&gt;1. A truly pissed-off Female. Really.&lt;br /&gt;2. Losing people close to me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Losing important parts of my body.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;4. er...&lt;br /&gt;5. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;6. certain ghost shows.&lt;br /&gt;7. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN RANDOM SONGS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Twelve Seconds to the Moon- Robert W. Smith&lt;br /&gt;2. To Challenge the Sky and Heavens above - Robert W. Smith&lt;br /&gt;3. Princess Mononoke Medley - Joe Hisashi&lt;br /&gt;4. The Prayer - Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;5. And the Multitude with One Voice Spoke - James Curnow&lt;br /&gt;6. Orient Express - Philip Sparke&lt;br /&gt;7. Movement for Morricone - Johan de Meij&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I LIKE MOST:&lt;br /&gt;1. Friends&lt;br /&gt;2. Someone&lt;br /&gt;3. Handphone&lt;br /&gt;4. Books&lt;br /&gt;5. Performing music&lt;br /&gt;6. Conducting&lt;br /&gt;7. Going out with Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN IMPORTANT THINGS IN MY BEDROOM:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bed (Duh, that's the whole point in having a room: to sleep in)&lt;br /&gt;2. Tissue Paper&lt;br /&gt;3. My Violin&lt;br /&gt;4. Books&lt;br /&gt;5. Chair&lt;br /&gt;6. Pictures&lt;br /&gt;7. Memoranda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME:&lt;br /&gt;1. I am Marcus Low Junxiang&lt;br /&gt;2. I love music&lt;br /&gt;3. I play the violin, a bit of piano, and orchestral percussion.&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to perform with an international orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm lame, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I PLAN TO DO BEFORE I DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Marry the one I love.&lt;br /&gt;2. Conduct an orchestra to a success and a standing ovation&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a stable job&lt;br /&gt;4. Make lots of money&lt;br /&gt;5. Perform with an international orchestra&lt;br /&gt;6. Live my life to it's fullest.&lt;br /&gt;7. Go into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I CAN DO:&lt;br /&gt;1. Perform music on over 80 instruments.&lt;br /&gt;2. Make people laugh, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Compose? A wee bit, then.&lt;br /&gt;4. Analyse.&lt;br /&gt;5. React fast.&lt;br /&gt;6. Use my five senses properly. Some people can't.&lt;br /&gt;7. Feel. I can feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I SAY MOST:&lt;br /&gt;1. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;2. fish&lt;br /&gt;3. er...&lt;br /&gt;4. okayyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;5. crap&lt;br /&gt;6. huh?&lt;br /&gt;7. thanks ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN CELBRITY CRUSHES:&lt;br /&gt;I only have one crush, and she's not a celebrity. Yet. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN PPL I WANT TO DO THIS:&lt;br /&gt;Anyone lah. I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I'm really bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-5530216382027898088?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/5530216382027898088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=5530216382027898088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5530216382027898088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5530216382027898088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-quiz-from-my-archives.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-4820140677446368445</id><published>2007-01-16T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T01:37:51.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so late and I've nothing to do. So I decided to go back through my archives and search for a quiz to re-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3 people you talk to online?]&lt;br /&gt;1. Mel&lt;br /&gt;2. Val&lt;br /&gt;3. Tallie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4 people u see in school]&lt;br /&gt;4. Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;5. Quan Lin&lt;br /&gt;6. Jerry&lt;br /&gt;7. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2 teachers]&lt;br /&gt;8. Donald Aw&lt;br /&gt;9. Williana Sulisto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3 people you love going out with]&lt;br /&gt;10. Jes&lt;br /&gt;11. Mel&lt;br /&gt;12. My siblings can count as one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3 people in your sms inbox]&lt;br /&gt;13. Jes&lt;br /&gt;14. Mel&lt;br /&gt;15. Tallie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[what do u think on no. 4?]&lt;br /&gt;Hyper-crazy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[how would u feel if no. 4 slaps ur face?]&lt;br /&gt;It's natural, she's THAT hyper. hahahahah. No la of course I will feel hurt. But Clar won't la. Hor Clar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[how would u rate no. 5?]&lt;br /&gt;PG for parental guidance. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[if no. 8 meets with an accident, what wud you do?]&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't even hear of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[what sport would u play wif no. 12?]&lt;br /&gt;My siblings and me play any sport as long as we can play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[do u hate no. 9?]&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[will 13 and 7 make a good couple?]&lt;br /&gt;Jes and Mich? No way, Unnatural eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[will 14 kill you one day?]&lt;br /&gt;No. Hor Mel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[who do you like more? 3 or 10?]&lt;br /&gt;10. Number 3 would understand, right Talz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5 more people to do this quiz!]&lt;br /&gt;1. Jes (highest probability of not doing yea?)&lt;br /&gt;2. Mel (You better, at least you have a blog)&lt;br /&gt;3. Val (You've done this before but I don't care)&lt;br /&gt;4. Kor&lt;br /&gt;5. Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[my name is]: Marcus&lt;br /&gt;[in the morning i am]: Happy&lt;br /&gt;[all i need is]: Family and Friends&lt;br /&gt;[i'm afraid of]: Disapproval&lt;br /&gt;[i dream about]: Friends and events&lt;br /&gt;[colour]: Cyan and Blue&lt;br /&gt;[number]: 1 or 8. 7's nice too...&lt;br /&gt;[subject]: Maths&lt;br /&gt;[clothing brand]: Tropicana Life, from that dunno what brand.&lt;br /&gt;[shoe brand]: Nike/Addidas&lt;br /&gt;[sport to play]: badminton&lt;br /&gt;[drink]: ICE LEMON TEA&lt;br /&gt;[animal]: dogs&lt;br /&gt;[holiday]: Somewhere where I love the environment.&lt;br /&gt;[favourite line from a movie]: Watashi-wa.. L... (from Death Note)&lt;br /&gt;[band]: TWE Alumni band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who...&lt;br /&gt;[makes you laugh the most]: Bryan Low Junlong&lt;br /&gt;[makes you smile]: Jesalyn&lt;br /&gt;[gives you a funny feeling when you see them]: Well...&lt;br /&gt;[has a crush on you]: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;[easiest to talk to]: Val, Talz and Mel.&lt;br /&gt;[you talked to on the phone]: Mel&lt;br /&gt;[hugged]: It was at east coast park when I was all drenched. But I won't say who.&lt;br /&gt;[you messaged]: Mel&lt;br /&gt;[you laughed with]: Jes, Mel, Anthony, Colin, and whoever was there when Sir made those lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;[sit on the internet all day waiting for someone special to i.m. you?]: yes&lt;br /&gt;[save aol/aim conversations]: MSN chat history auto-save&lt;br /&gt;[wish you were a member of the opposite sex]: nope&lt;br /&gt;[cry because of someone saying something to you]: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[fallen for your best friend]: no.&lt;br /&gt;[been rejected]: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[rejected someone]: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[used someone]: I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;[been cheated on]: no.&lt;br /&gt;[done something you regret]: yeah. But it's over and no point brooding over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you / are you&lt;br /&gt;[smoke cigarettes]: NO.&lt;br /&gt;[obsessive]: Yeah I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;[could you live without the computer]: Yes, there are things that could compensate for it...&lt;br /&gt;[how many peeps are on your buddylist]: 200+ on MSN&lt;br /&gt;[what's your favorite food]: Chicken Rice, Fried Rice...&lt;br /&gt;[fruit]: Papaya.&lt;br /&gt;[drink alcohol]: ever did.&lt;br /&gt;[like watching sunrises or sunset]: yes&lt;br /&gt;[what hurts the most]: imagining hurtful things.&lt;br /&gt;[trust others way too easily]: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;number..&lt;br /&gt;[of times you have had your heart broken]: Twice.&lt;br /&gt;[of hearts you have broken]: I do not know...&lt;br /&gt;[of continents I have lived in]: 1&lt;br /&gt;[of drugs taken illegally]: 0&lt;br /&gt;[of tight friends]: 4, but that's what I regard them as... It isn't mutual for some...&lt;br /&gt;[of cds that i own]: quite a few but under 20 I guess, Mostly Burned ones.&lt;br /&gt;[of books]: too many to count&lt;br /&gt;[of scars on my body]: alot.&lt;br /&gt;[of things in my past that I regret]: Well, like Jes says, forget them they're over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pick one..&lt;br /&gt;[marry perfect friend or perfect lover]: The person whom I marry will be my perfect friend and lover.&lt;br /&gt;[cats or dogs]: dogs!!&lt;br /&gt;[1 or 2 pillows]: any number lah.&lt;br /&gt;[with or without ice cubes]: with, if not then the drink not cold.&lt;br /&gt;[top or bottom]: top&lt;br /&gt;[winter / spring / summer / fall]: spring&lt;br /&gt;[night or day]: Day&lt;br /&gt;[gloves or mittens]: gloves.&lt;br /&gt;[dressed or undressed]: dressed&lt;br /&gt;[bunk or water bed]: Bunk with a waterbed mattress! haha&lt;br /&gt;[mtv or vh1]: I don't watch much TV.&lt;br /&gt;[ocean or pool]: I don't swim much too.&lt;br /&gt;[showers or baths]: showers, no time to waste.&lt;br /&gt;[love or lust]: love.&lt;br /&gt;[silver or gold]: gold&lt;br /&gt;[diamonds or pearls]: diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could..&lt;br /&gt;[move anywhere]: Singapore please.&lt;br /&gt;[meet one famous person]: Beethoven? But he's dead.&lt;br /&gt;[live with one person the rest of your life]: Not saying.&lt;br /&gt;[name one thing you love]: My friends.&lt;br /&gt;[name one thing that embarrasses you]: Truth or Dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly&lt;br /&gt;[do you like school]: Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[do you like to talk on the telephone]: I don't get many calls, but when I do I like them.&lt;br /&gt;[do you like to dance]: depends on my mood. But I'm not good&lt;br /&gt;[do you sing in the shower]: Hum, no words.&lt;br /&gt;[do you think cheerleading is a sport]: It keeps the people in it fit, so it must be lah.&lt;br /&gt;[what's on your ceiling]: fan, lights, paint, dust and lizards.&lt;br /&gt;[what's the hardest thing about growing up]: Emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's basically it. Two quizzes, some of my previous answers appeared to be still the same to me so I practically managed to finish the two quizzes faster than what I took last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some questions I dearly would have loved to put answers to, but I can't. I won't risk things falling apart again, because I revealed things honestly. Sometimes, we just have to lie and keep mum about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what white lies are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate telling white lies. I rather just not say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I'm quiet sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning everyone. I'm going to sleep. Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-4820140677446368445?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/4820140677446368445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=4820140677446368445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/4820140677446368445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/4820140677446368445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-so-late-and-ive-nothing-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-6538694766657458186</id><published>2007-01-13T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T19:35:36.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I haven't been blogging for quite a long while. As in seriously talking about stuff, not posting lame shit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's because there's nothing much to talk about. Life goes on as usual. I go to school as usual. Jes and Mel have gone on to their new schools, with their new friends. Training will begin next monday as usual. Everything's as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I haven't talked about my days for quite awhile. So let me try now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... Today I went to school for the Open House Training. It was more like a lecture, albeit one which was hilarious. The speaker was this alumnus of Engineering and his "lecture" was quite engaging. There was also a bunch of guys crapping around and making the event quite a whole lot more funny. They shouted at almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of made me relive PSL camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then I came home, practiced, and I'm now blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone notice how I'm not online all the time already? I mean, it's still more than normal people do, but it's significantly less than what it used to be. My being online, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a reason for that. But there isn't any now. Not till maybe in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more to say. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-6538694766657458186?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/6538694766657458186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=6538694766657458186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6538694766657458186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6538694766657458186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-4937454296036349935</id><published>2007-01-11T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T07:51:39.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw this on my sister's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone once said&lt;br /&gt;in life you'll meet two important people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one whom you love the most&lt;br /&gt;the one who loves you the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-4937454296036349935?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/4937454296036349935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=4937454296036349935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/4937454296036349935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/4937454296036349935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/saw-this-on-my-sisters-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-1777111682149541876</id><published>2007-01-08T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:20:08.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did the Values Test on www.queendom.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About The Values Profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it useful to know your "Type"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to make decisions when you know what your values are.-Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;Many individuals never question their fundamental value systems- they let them guide their decisions and influence their beliefs without much thought. Although some adolescents enter a "rebellious period", where they begin to question and challenge the values they were raised by, and are therefore involved in creating the values they live by in adulthood, many do not. In addition, even if someone did have a conscious phase where they questioned their values, they may now be so accustomed to their beliefs that they stop questioning them, and these beliefs have become so deep-seated that they are no longer thought of on a conscious level. Therefore, we make decisions, hold attitudes, and behave in ways that are consistent with our values, rather than having to consciously weigh each decision as it comes. The problem with this passive approach is that eventually some people begin to drift in other directions and may begin to make decisions that are no longer in tune with the values that are most important to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of this test can serve to remind or educate you of what values are most important to you. In doing so, you can continue to be guided by these principles, but may do so on a more conscious level. If for some reason, you have been living in a way inconsistent with your values, you can seek to make changes in your life in order tohelp you become more content. Another important result of taking the test is that you can learn more about values in general, and can see that there are many different combinations of value types that influence those around you. Knowing (and accepting) that different people have different values will go a long way to enhance understanding between very different individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis Values human relationships above all. Motivated to help people be the best they can be. Giving of time, resources, talent and energy.&lt;br /&gt;Your score = 79&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your results mean? You appear to have some aspects of social values. The following is a list of the traits you seem to share with other individuals with these values:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hope that others see you as having good social skills&lt;br /&gt;You value friendship and think human relationships are the most important thing in life&lt;br /&gt;You respect the helping professions&lt;br /&gt;You put your family first, especially in times of crisis&lt;br /&gt;You are motivated to help people&lt;br /&gt;You hate injustice/ unfair treatment of other people, and you stand up for what you believe in&lt;br /&gt;You believe that communicating and sharing emotions is extremely important&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy meeting new people&lt;br /&gt;You seek out people who are helpful, compassionate and generous&lt;br /&gt;You respect people who fight for social change&lt;br /&gt;You feel that empathy is one of your strengths&lt;br /&gt;You are comforted by the presence of family and friends in crisis&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy discussing and helping other people solve interpersonal problems&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-1777111682149541876?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/1777111682149541876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=1777111682149541876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1777111682149541876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1777111682149541876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/did-values-test-on-www.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-8224005926548893667</id><published>2007-01-08T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:31:05.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So. After the emotional overhaul yesterday, I somehow managed to wake up with my left shoulder twisted. This made the inner muscle near the bone that area spark with pain every time I lifted my arm. Hurts like kns. Maybe someone up in the heavens is punishing me for getting angry yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people don't know this, but I once promised myself in sec 2 never ever to get angry at people, girls in particular. I made the promise after I shouted at a female friend. It didn't feel good, and I felt like shit days after. And I didn't even like the girl, she was just a simple classmate who just happened to probe into my life when I was feeling crabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I made myself that promise and have tried my best to stick to it. The next time anyone of you girls reading this feel that I'm about to lose my temper with you, please remind me about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, humans forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on track, after realising that the pain in my left arm was non-significance to anything I was going to do today, I found out something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't did my H&amp;T research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rushed to school and photocopied the first chapter off one of the reference books I happened to find first off the shelf. Thankfully, Miss Goh saw it as sufficient. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was not bad. But I think some of my friends noticed I was a little quiet today. Well, we all do have our own problems yea? Some of them I don't even advertise on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have a good day everybody, I'm going out with my family to celebrate my dad's birthday now. It's actually tomorrow, on the same day as Xingwen's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-8224005926548893667?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/8224005926548893667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=8224005926548893667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8224005926548893667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8224005926548893667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-3284448868839188219</id><published>2007-01-07T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:08:07.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's settled, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes apologised, and I apologised too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it blows over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was just a little over-sensitive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-3284448868839188219?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/3284448868839188219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=3284448868839188219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/3284448868839188219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/3284448868839188219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-settled-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-3711581364682464097</id><published>2007-01-07T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T17:43:47.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congratulations Jes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You managed to make me angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which hasn't happened for about a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really are capable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damned good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-3711581364682464097?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/3711581364682464097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=3711581364682464097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/3711581364682464097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/3711581364682464097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/congratulations-jes.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-8084076896723407423</id><published>2007-01-07T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T01:03:46.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Results of the Emotional IQ Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your score = 104&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="analysis"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What does your score mean?&lt;br /&gt;Your Emotional IQ is in the average range. Essentially, you're able to recognize and deal with your own emotions and those of others in a reasonably effective manner. Since your score is in the mid-range, however, you are not taking full advantage of your potential. By learning and practicing new skills and more effective ways of dealing with people, you could increase your EIQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Now I know why I'm so lousy at handling certain stuff well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's grading. GOOD LUCK JESALYN AND MELISSA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes didn't reply my good luck sms. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-8084076896723407423?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/8084076896723407423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=8084076896723407423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8084076896723407423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8084076896723407423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/results-of-emotional-iq-test-your-score.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-1143761470368206250</id><published>2007-01-06T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:51:13.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Results of Your IQ Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IQ Score = 126 (average 100)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="analysis"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What does your score mean?&lt;br /&gt;Way to go! Your performance on the test was well above the population average. Typically, people with scores in this range perform very well academically, can relatively easily make it through university and generally achieve success in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acheive success in life.... that's nonsense. Happiness is the best thing in the world. And achieving success thus means achieving happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my IQ doesn't really help much in helping me achieve what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would sacrifice everything to be truly happy right now. But I don't think it will happen. Not anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-1143761470368206250?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/1143761470368206250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=1143761470368206250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1143761470368206250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1143761470368206250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/results-of-your-iq-test-iq-score-126_06.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-8502201336769223325</id><published>2007-01-04T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:54:50.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Jesalyn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stubborn. I cannot help it. It's my nature. You of all people should know that. Sometimes I myself cannot control what I want to keep the same. I dislike change. Which is good sometimes, and bad at others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that you are trying to help me. I'm sorry, but it won't really go the way it seems to. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand what I just wrote. I don't care if the rest of the world doesn't, I just need you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you. Very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Your's,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Marcus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-8502201336769223325?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/8502201336769223325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=8502201336769223325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8502201336769223325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8502201336769223325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/dear-jesalyn-im-stubborn.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-687829971386761368</id><published>2007-01-03T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:57:18.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you do, when the person you've grown to regard as one of your closest friends, the person you've grown to admire, the person you've grown to love, one day tells you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i really just treat you as a very ordinary friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can one do at such a point in life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-687829971386761368?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/687829971386761368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=687829971386761368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/687829971386761368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/687829971386761368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-do-you-do-when-person-youve-grown.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-3323731392293123221</id><published>2007-01-01T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:26:02.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it I feel so down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it I feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it I feel like this?  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just hard not to miss people, especially after spending almost the entire two previous weeks with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could invite Jes and Mel over to my place again. Just for fun. But factors disallow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-3323731392293123221?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/3323731392293123221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=3323731392293123221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/3323731392293123221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/3323731392293123221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-is-it-i-feel-so-down.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-1885262173021718857</id><published>2007-01-01T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:20:24.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a new year's resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I shall be nice. Or at least, as nice as nice is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new year's wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wish that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-1885262173021718857?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/1885262173021718857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=1885262173021718857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1885262173021718857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1885262173021718857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-new-years-resolution.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-8131281023614888618</id><published>2006-12-31T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T20:57:54.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This new year's eve sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's away, nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire day at home. Can you imagine of something more freaking boring than staying at home on new year's eve all day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jes forgot that we agreed to countdown together on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's going haywire. I hope 2007 won't be this sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-8131281023614888618?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/8131281023614888618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=8131281023614888618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8131281023614888618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/8131281023614888618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-new-years-eve-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-6055740862966896606</id><published>2006-12-31T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T04:37:12.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, I just came back from the Death Note Marathon with Jes Jac and Mel. Dead tired but my mind is awake completely so I couldn't sleep, so I ended up blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes has come down with a cough. I really hope she gets well soon. She was coughing throughout the entire 4.5 hours in the theater, I was damn worried. I still am. Hope she recovers fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Death Note 1 and 2 are both damn cool. You should go watch if you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday started off quite alright, with me meeting up with Jes and her friend and going for another of her friend's church camp activity. I think I've been to too many PSL camps in my life already until the activities seemed quite bland to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sandcastle thing was quite fun though. Was dragged into the sea after everything was over. Jes was the best la just sit there and nothing happened to her. She got quite a tan though, rosy cheeks and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jes's friend JunKai (I think that's how it's spelt) was preaching to me about life solutions and all, I already knew what was coming. And I don't want to. Tried to explain to him my own views on religion but it didn't really divert his aim at all anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we all went home and I practiced for a while before going to TM to meet Jes again with Mel and Jac. Ate at Long John's then finally entered the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, the movie rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we all walked Jes to where her mum was waiting for her, and said goodbye then. Then the three of us walked to the main road to catch a cab. I should have sent Jac and Mel home first before going home myself. I don't know what let me get out first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to bathe, brush teeth and tried to sleep. BUT I COULDN'T. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was the movie. Some parts of it were really touching. Hardly any movie moves me like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm left with nothing to do tomorrow. Countdown has always been this way for me. Tried to get Jes and Mel out for countdown by ourselves, but Mel would be working, and Jes parents wouldn't allow it, for sure. Doesn't help that she has friends staying over as well. So it will be just me, my laptop, and my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year doesn't really seem like one to me now. It's just like a marker to aid in the poor human memory of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad day out, I'd say. Or a night out, actually. No wait. It's a night and morning out. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've nothing to do already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-6055740862966896606?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/6055740862966896606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=6055740862966896606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6055740862966896606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6055740862966896606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2006/12/right-i-just-came-back-from-death-note.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-5140497204873813281</id><published>2006-12-29T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T12:31:53.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics of Jes's and Mel's gifts for me, finally. I had a hard time with the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MYUK Wallet! From Jes! As you can see, it's full already. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013798075986890530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/RZSWyS68TyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mY6iU1bhyUY/s400/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/RZSXai68TzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DEF0gm-Dp1E/s1600-h/IMG_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013798767476625202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/RZSXai68TzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DEF0gm-Dp1E/s400/IMG_0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/RZSXai68TzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DEF0gm-Dp1E/s1600-h/IMG_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wild Channel Bag! From Mel! This is the Front...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/RZSYBi68T0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Jg-hN1B4VtE/s1600-h/IMG_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013799437491523394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/RZSYBi68T0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Jg-hN1B4VtE/s400/IMG_0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is the Back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darn I wanted to make them side by side dunno what happen now both become like that. Nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Finally the thing they made me change into at parkway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013800094621519698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/RZSYny68T1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/9ViCEZRUV8M/s400/IMG_0367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wild Channel Shirt!! From Jes and Mel! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the ShirtPrint...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013800824765960034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/RZSZSS68T2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/rC2tfEsD3TA/s400/IMG_0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahah I'm a happy boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-5140497204873813281?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/5140497204873813281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=5140497204873813281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5140497204873813281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5140497204873813281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-pics-of-jess-and-mels.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xmkW-ZL4Vms/RZSWyS68TyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mY6iU1bhyUY/s72-c/IMG_0362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-5357852912801903223</id><published>2006-12-28T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T22:47:10.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEEEEEEE. I'm happy happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out of my house with my violin case and waited for the bus 10 to go to parkway to meet Jes and Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURPRISE! They were on the bus! hahaha I was about to board the 10 then I looked at the top and saw Jes's face. Mel was hiding her face in her jacket I think. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went up to sit. Obviously. Then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER SURPRISE! They gave me christmas presents! hahahahaha a bit late, but still so nice of them to give me presents. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly Jes handed me this small package which was from the both of them, then she passed me this The Wallet Shop plastic bag which was from her, then Mel gave me this HUGE Isetan paper bag. hahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The package from the both of them was this Shirt with this nice print in front with the words "Tropicana Life". I don't know if it's the brand or what. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes gave me an MYUK wallet! hahaha Nice nice nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel's HUGE package was a sling bag from.... Isetan. I don't know the brand but there's this nice print on the back with some words that I can't really read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, they gave me 3 presents! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS JES AND MEL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, we went to parkway and played at the arcade like siao. haha they forced me to change into the shirt they gave me. It's nice! hahahaha. We went to play pool also, then we left for my violin class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then WTH man I found out that it was Term Break for Yamaha students. I FORGOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to eat dinner... where? at KFC. Darn it, we're all gonna get FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, nothing to do... We went to the arcade again!! hahahaha. Played like crazy again. Then Mel had to meet her family at KFC, so Jes and me walked to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUS 43 takes damn long to reach parkway man. But Jes managed to catch one anyway. DUH. hahaha. Then after that I walked back through Roxy Square and came home lorh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics of the Wallet, Bag and Shirt will be up soon! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-5357852912801903223?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/5357852912801903223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=5357852912801903223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5357852912801903223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5357852912801903223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2006/12/wheeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-14650117366086469</id><published>2006-12-26T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T00:24:54.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy boxing day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. It's the day after christmas, and 8 days to the first day back in school. Psycho is screwed if we don't complete it tmr, and I haven't started IntHT, and YongHan wants me to help him with his too. How. Die man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jes's cruise ends tmr at 7pm. She's probably between Phuket and Singapore now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I met Mel at Parkway and we ate Burger King for lunch. The guy who served us was damn anti-social man, never look at us when he was taking our orders. haha Talk about the shy getting promoted. He was the assistant manager of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went to the arcade and played all the typical carnival style arcade games. There was the Hammer thing which u slammed then the meter will go up... hahaha I beat Mel in that! hahahaha. After that we went to play pool, which was hilarious as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel says my arcade playing is not fun one cos I too relaxed already. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner at KFC, which is just beside Burger King, which is where we ate lunch. We're gonna get FAT.... Anyway, after dinner we went to wait for Mel's bus 36, which took about half an hour to come. Then I went home, play computer, practice, talk about the depressing Chamberesque stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life lacks something right now. Or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where StarCruises dock? Mel and I were wondering about that today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is stressful right now.&lt;br /&gt;-Psycho commercial&lt;br /&gt;-IntHT research&lt;br /&gt;-Philyouth Audition&lt;br /&gt;-School Reopening&lt;br /&gt;-REBUS presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Cya all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-14650117366086469?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/14650117366086469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=14650117366086469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/14650117366086469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/14650117366086469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-boxing-day-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-7632023465943436010</id><published>2006-12-25T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T02:29:55.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas Everybody. May your Christmas be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Christmas doesn't seem right for me. Was chatting a bit with Joel and he also thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've nothing much to blog, so...&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;-Jes must be enjoying whatever Christmas Celebration they hold on the Superstar Virgo right now, hope she's all well.&lt;br /&gt;-Mel just knocked off from work.&lt;br /&gt;-Val's sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;-Tallie's probably sleeping also.&lt;br /&gt;-I can't wait to go for the Death Note Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;-I can't wait to begin alumni rehearsals for the probable concert.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm dead for Psycho and probably IntHT too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas is boring and sad. It's lacking something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-7632023465943436010?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/7632023465943436010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=7632023465943436010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/7632023465943436010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/7632023465943436010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-631927921872560730</id><published>2006-12-23T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:42:02.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sad but Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel this christmas season. Contradictive, isn't it, but true all the same. This year's christmas, for me, isn't really very merry, or happy, or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's list out the reasons I'm sad:&lt;br /&gt;- Jes is going on a cruise for 4 days and I can't ask her to celebrate christmas with me.&lt;br /&gt;- Mel is stuck at home and I can't meet her on Monday to pass her her present.&lt;br /&gt;- Talz's and Val's and my schedules can't seem to find a common time to meet up and exchange gifts.&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone's distant this christmas. Doesn't feel like a cheerful X'mas this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's list out the reasons I'm happy:&lt;br /&gt;- Jes will enjoy herself on her cruise. It's on the Superstar Virgo, her horoscope. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;- Mel will probably be enjoying her christmas with plenty of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;- Talz and Val will surely be enjoying themselves this christmas cos their timetables are so full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To overcome my unhappiness this year, I splurged on everyone's presents. I went higher than my budget last year, which was higher than the previous and which in turn was higher than the last. I hope that, by getting better and nicer gifts for everyone, they'll be happier. Thus, their extra happiness will make up for my lack of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just met up with Jes to pass her my christmas gift for her. Just seeing her sort of erased my unhappiness then. Hope she likes the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past week's been not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Mon was training as usual, but Jes and Mel came over to my house for "pre-training dinner" which consisted of this WHOLE SPRING CHICKEN and ONE PIZZA. Like, how to finish?! hahah So they packed up the half we couldn't finish and brought it for anthony colin they all to eat at training. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues was quite stupid, then it became quite happy, then it became quite painful, then it became quite funny, then it became quite shiok, then it became tiring. Stupid was when Jes, Mel and me we to hougang to train. I didn't know they train at HDB one. And it was frickin raining, and the senior belts did Physical Training, which I found extremely stupid. I didn't go training to do PT. And for the stupidest reason, I thought Jes was angry with me, so I was depressed all through training. Hai... yea. Then Happy was when we three went to Kovan to eat and "shop" hahaha. Painful was during my dental after shopping. Funny was meeting up with Jes Mel and Renhao at Vivocity and playing cards. Shiok was Alumni Band practice. And last of all, of course the tiring comes from at night when I went home. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was concert day. It rocked!... Well, the Alumni Band performance, anyway. And Jes gave me a Blue Rose! And Mel gave me a Sunflower! I have never gotten flowers after a concert before! hahhaa so nice. The flowers are still at my bedside table, but they're.... well.... withering. hahaha. See the two flowers and their givers at Mel's blog. Jes looked really nice that night. Pity she wasn't wearing the shawl she brought. But nvm, still pretty. Hahaha. Anyway, they all looked good lah, just in case Mel comes and says "biased" like she always does. The three of us went all the way to Whitesands after the concert to eat......... Macdonald's. Wth right. Jes's Wonderful Idea. Yea, waited with Jes after the meal, for her parents to pick her up, chatted and then..... I MISSED THE LAST TRAIN. Hahaha so took the last bus 12 back lorh. Went back and slept like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was nonsense day. Went for Violin lesson early in the afternoon, then went home and slacked the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was shopping day. Went to parkway with sis to shop. I bought the cards and wrote them and posted them on the spot. Then went to post them and met Mel and Shilin her sis and Shujie. Then went to shop like mad. I had 5 plastic bags at the end of it all. Plus my umbrella. So heavy. Went home, put the stuff, and changed and left for training. Training was abit crap, Sir scolded me, in a way. He insulted Jes and Mel subtly also, though maybe they didn't catch it. I'm quite angry with him and myself. yeah. Anyway, after training I sent Jes to her Grandma's house and then I went home and finalised my new arrangement. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today lor. Nothing much. After slacking the entire day, apart from going to Tampines for awhile to buy something, my family left for East Coast. Didn't know everyone was dressed so informally, then my whole family dressed like going restaurant eat like that. Food wasn't so bad, drank some champagne too, when I reached half-glass I felt a little light-headed and stopped cos I would be meeting Jes later to pass her her present. So, I left after awhile, Dad drove me home. Went all the way to Compasspoint and was early. hahaha Jes was late, so I walked into Popular and looked around for awhile. When Her Majesty finally arrived, I passed the gift to her. Wanted to sit down at starbucks or something for a chat, but turns out, her mum was already at Compasspoint to pick her up. So I walked her to the road there, said bye, and went home. And now, I'm typing this lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's the week so far. I'm looking forward to Alumni concert next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas, I pray that Jes has a safe and enjoyable cruise, to wherever the ship is going. I pray that Jes and Mel will get into the JC of their heart's choice next year. I pray that everything will go smoothly for everyone. And of course, I pray that the world becomes a happier place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night everyone. I'm done blogging for the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-631927921872560730?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/631927921872560730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=631927921872560730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/631927921872560730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/631927921872560730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2006/12/sad-but-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-4441868464238710423</id><published>2006-12-16T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T23:15:32.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEEEEEE papers are overrrr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Funnily enough, I didn't really work at all for these term tests. Let's start from last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked around at home while Jes and Mel went for training at CBC. Then I went to meet Val for lunch at Tamp KFC, then we went to the library to study. Yes, for the first time in my entire year, I was studying, writing notes and all. Normally I just read the lecture notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my studying did not last long. I got a call from Mel asking me to join them at TM. Hahaha so I did. They were with Colin and Anthony and they were at the arcade. hahaha we played air hockey and anthony played his FAVOURITE GAME, the arcade fishing game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I remembered I had to give my grandmother her dinner so the four of them decided to tapao back dinner to my place and eat. Haha. They stayed till about 10pm, within which I TRIED to help Jes with her phone's screen protector, which had caught oil underneath. Didn't really work out the way I wanted it to though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they left at 10pm, and I ironed till 1pm, then I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and went to school for Math exam. Paper was quite easy. Then I went home and left again for training. Was early though, chatted with Jes (who was also early) awhile before everyone filled in and training started. Mayves and Julie walked past Jes and me while we were chatting. I was so shocked la. hahaha. Training was pattern as usual, which made it quite slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With training over, Mel's parents came to pick her up, and Jes and Me took the MRT back. We chatted quite a lot more on the train, and I finally asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and studied some more for TBP, then I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBP sucked, and REBUS was pretty hard too. But scrape-able. hahaha. After the paper I met Jes and Mel for dinner at Bedok Corner. They damn funny man, EVERY SINGLE THING also can argue one. hahaha. We left the place feeling damn bloated. I walked them to the bus stop which had bus 43, then I took the bus with them for ONE stop. hahaha Jes took it all the way to Sengkang and Mel took it to parkway. As for me, I stopped after one stop because there was Alumni pract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We "sight-read" Armenian Dances Part II!! HAhah I love that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have any paper on this day, so Jes, Mel and me met up at parkway to go play pool! hahaha told you my term test week was slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we played pool for about... 4 hours? Yeah and it was damn funny. Renhao joined us halfway, though he left for home immediately after we finished. The pooling was damn crap la. Mel was influencing everyone so most of our shots sent the white ball going into the holes. hahaa. The three of them are good lorh, I don't think I was this good at pool when I turned 16. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Renhao left, the three of us went Yoshinoya to eat. As usual I was comparing the yoshi in Japan with the ones in Singapore. hahaha. Bloated ourselves again, and went opposite parkway to buy bubble tea. Long time no drink. Chatted at the promenade that area for about half an hour, then we left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and read the Hospi notes until lecture 4, then I couldn't take it anymore and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospi paper was hard. But manageable lah. And Jes got into TJC, not VJC like she wanted, and Mel got into TPJC. Cheer up Jes and Mel! O LEVEL RESULTS WILL BE BETTER THEN YOU CAN GO WHEREVER YOU LIKE! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My violin teacher stressed me out today during the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today either. Ironed my 5 shirts, 4 pants and gi in 3 and a half hours. Hey that's an improvement! hahaha. I went to sleep without even reading my ESFAC notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read through ESFAC on the way to the paper. Paper was relatively easy except that I remember the value for 1 Horsepower wrongly. KNS. Sure minus about 10 marks already. But no matter, because the last paper was OVERRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah YongHan cancelled the meeting and so I went to TM to meet Jes and Mel. Ate Mac for brunch.  THEN! as we were walking to the cinema, the both of them remembered that the cinema would be COLD. SOOOO we went back to my house to grab a jacket for Jes and took a cab back to TM. Something to note: If you wanna take a taxi from my house next time, it's better to call one than to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to grab popcorn and drinks before Casino Royale started. Movie was kind of ok, but the plot is seriously a bit weird. And the Bond and the Bond girl look totally out of the Bond Legacy's league. And Mel toppled the entire popcorn box, thus leaving very little popcorn left. These clumsy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we went back to my place so I could give my granny her dinner before we left for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was pattern again. And we were discussing about the next day's tournament at Marist. OH and Mel got soooooo emotional over Chris's getting into TPJC, same JC as her. Talk about an emotional attachment. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, Mel left so fast I didn't even manage to say bye. hahaha. Then Jes and me walked to the MRT's taxi stand where her cousin was waiting to pick her. Chris was behaving damn funnily along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I got home and slept like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jes at Tanah Merah before meeting Mel and Jacqueline at Pasir Ris. Was supposed to go to MJC so that Jacqueline could hand in her appeal, but alas! The appeal was only on weekdays. So bo pian we went back to WhiteSands and ate breakfast. Or rather, I ATE while Jac and Mel drank and Jes just sat there. I felt so bad la. And I also heard some rather disturbing stuff while eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jac went home after that and the three of us took 89 to Sengkang, WHERE WE SPENT ABOUT A BLOODY HALF AN HOUR TRYING TO FLAG A DAMN TAXI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we went back to the interchange's taxi stand and finally got one after queuing with the humongous crowd. Reached Marist just in time for Colin's and Anthony's match against each other. So sad right. Colin lost. And Anthony's opponent for the next two matches didn't turn up! Lucky fellow. Got silver just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jes Mel Me and Jes's friend from Marist left early cos we figured we wouldn't be able to catch Anthony's last match as Mel had work. Dong Xing (Jes's friend) took us to Ang Mo Kio MRT and then went home. We took the train to City Hall and then walked to the starbucks in millenia walk. The place is quite nice, less crowded than marina square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat at starbucks with the both of them and chatted till Mel left for work. Then Jes and me chatted about insightful stuffs, all the way to compasspoint, even through dinner. Haha waiting for a table at compasspoint's Banquet was damn stupid man. We waited for these two tables, whichever left first, for about 10 minutes. Then Jes got so tired of waiting, she went to another table where an old uncle was eating alone and somehow(I don't know how I couldn't hear what she said) managed to get the table. The uncle left after finishing his meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like all outings, we left banquet BLOATED hahahaha. Jes brought me to see the belts on display at Metro. Dang I want to get a new belt, but dunno what pattern to buy. Maybe I should ask Mayves to get the school belt this time? hahahahaha I'm just joking, Mayves. AND YOU HAVEN'T GIVEN ME MY SOCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. After that Jes brought me to the bus stop. I wanted to walk her home, but that stubborn little girl wouldn't have it. Finally there's someone more stubborn than me. She said that I wouldn't know how to walk back. hahahaha looked like it though. Sengkang is a confusing town. Every direction you turn, it looks the same. Grass with a road and a wall of new and really nice HDB esate behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, she sent me off bus 89. I was really tired and slept on the bus. But I managed to reach Whitesands and take the MRT back home, where I bathed and am now typing this here. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jes and Mel for the damn fun week! Who says term test week is sian? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEW!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A WEEK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-4441868464238710423?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/4441868464238710423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=4441868464238710423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/4441868464238710423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/4441868464238710423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2006/12/wheeeeee-papers-are-overrrr-hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-1751851450466193970</id><published>2006-12-11T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:15:20.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you Jes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-1751851450466193970?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/1751851450466193970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=1751851450466193970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1751851450466193970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1751851450466193970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2006/12/thank-you-jes.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-7261769316709017474</id><published>2006-12-10T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T11:32:10.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm here to update cos Mel's been bugging me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Past week's been quite stupid, with the REBUS presentation cocking up and my violin teacher saying my bow control is seriously having problems, then with so many close friends having problems of their own. How to be a happy week like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams start tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;-Monday: Math&lt;br /&gt;-Tuesday: REBUS and TBP&lt;br /&gt;-Wednesday: No paper&lt;br /&gt;-Thursday: H&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;- Friday: ESFAC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die man, I think this sem my GPA is seriously going to drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a happier note, Mel's 16 already! Like, finally. Can play pool already. So yesterday we went to play pool, actually asked Jesalyn also, but she was meeting her friend. But Mel's playing improved! hahaha comparing the beginning and the ending lah. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people ask me why I prefer hanging out witih girls than with guys. The answer is very simple. Firstly, I know more girls than guys, like in my poly class. Secondly, most guys only go out in groups to play LAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm at home now, with so many things to do, laundry, ironing, studying(HAH), practise, and I think I'm gonna squeeze in some time to bang the piano for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuring what to eat for lunch when you're stuck at home is damn hard. I can't decide whether to go out to the lib and study then eat while I'm out, or whether to buy food from the stalls near my house, which is qutie a distance away, or to just stick to eating instant noodles again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish humans didn't have to feel hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-7261769316709017474?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/7261769316709017474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=7261769316709017474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/7261769316709017474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/7261769316709017474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-im-here-to-update-cos-mels-been.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-5779999333912337321</id><published>2006-12-05T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:31:29.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Mel, Vann, Talz and Val.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-5779999333912337321?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/5779999333912337321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=5779999333912337321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5779999333912337321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/5779999333912337321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-mel-vann-talz-and-val.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-1489570762670293528</id><published>2006-11-30T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T21:23:17.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided to change my MSN picture and Friendster Primary Picture. Some people might know why, some people might not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start the sane portion of this post with the question: "Why do humans have emotions?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is in my psychology text but I'm too tired in the heart and brain to even try to comprehend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the verge of giving up. But I'll never forget this year. The 8 months of emotion, fluctuating, happy, sad, angry, calm, tired, energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of it, and it would take a simple word to make or break this "on the verge of giving up" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know not many people read my blog. Let's list them out. If you're reading this and your name's not mentioned, please tell me on the tagboard. ok.&lt;br /&gt;-Val&lt;br /&gt;-Talz(rarely)&lt;br /&gt;-Jes(super rarely, I think twice only)&lt;br /&gt;-Mel&lt;br /&gt;-Clar&lt;br /&gt;-Vann&lt;br /&gt;-Jie&lt;br /&gt;-Kor(sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;-Flo&lt;br /&gt;-Sandra&lt;br /&gt;-Julie&lt;br /&gt;-Michelle&lt;br /&gt;-Jerry(sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;-Quanlin(super rarely)&lt;br /&gt;-Sijia(once, or twice)&lt;br /&gt;-Junjun(once?)&lt;br /&gt;-Pris, Edwin, Kenneth(linked from val)&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous(occasionally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, to all these people, thanks a lot for putting up with the quizzes I do here, and the fact that the only actual blogging posts are all emotional and moody, including this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I'm on the verge of giving up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-1489570762670293528?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/1489570762670293528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=1489570762670293528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1489570762670293528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/1489570762670293528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-decided-to-change-my-msn-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-557144210576088054</id><published>2006-11-29T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:24:48.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week's been depressing and quite hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual Monday, with the freaking HTM PBL project being given to us, then afternoon there was ESFAC quiz, found it quite ok, apart from the fact that I lost about 3 marks already. That's quite a lot, when you only have 10 marks to spare besides passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only ray of light in school was the Math quiz from the previous week. I got 29 out of 30. I found it quite incredible too, cos the day before the quiz, I went to the VTCC chalet and didn't sleep the whole night. I spent the whole day nodding off and slept in the lib after reading comics after lunch, when everyone around me was mugging for the math quiz. And there, 29/30. Quite a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went home with &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; high spirits, packed for training and left. But sadly, Jes didn't come. Many people didn't go too, and it was raining. So depressing. So I left after 7.30 instead of staying. Rest of the night was fine though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day was not bad, I managed to stay awake during the 2-hr ESFAC tutorial. Went home and went out again to Eastpoint Mall with my sis for a late lunch. Walked around the place quite a bit before leaving for TMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there, as usual Mr Glosz was conducting the band. Duh. I saw their new SYF set piece. It's called Singapore Sunrise and Safari. It's freaking easy. The amount of semiquavers in the percussion scores were COUNTABLE. So much for a competition piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After main band ended I went to eat dinner with some of the alumni band people at Bedok Corner. Then went back for Alumni Practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, Joel came back. 2 years since he stepped in there. So there were the sec 4s, and Joel, and me. 6 percussionists. And JingQin is coming next week too. Now we don't have enough parts to give everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practice, I got depressed for the weirdest reason. So much so that I had to try to sleep to stop thinking. Sort of worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought my freaking heavy laptop to school today to do the REBUS project. Quite fruitful though, after searching the library, we found what we wanted. TBP lecture was surprisingly filled. And Psycho was not bad also. Then I went home, and now I'm typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's my week so far. Try to count the number of Laughs in this post. Hope Friday will turn out happier. Thursday can't be happy, apart from Violin lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time, Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-557144210576088054?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/557144210576088054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=557144210576088054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/557144210576088054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/557144210576088054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-dear-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-2094952055556766950</id><published>2006-11-28T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T13:47:11.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some lame shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hard of hearing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly gentleman had serious hearing problems for a number of years. He went to the doctor and the doctor was able to have him fitted for a set ofhearing aids that allowed the gentleman to hear 100%. The elderly gentleman went back in a month to the doctor and the doctorsaid, "Your hearing is perfect. Your family must be really pleased that you can hear again." The gentleman replied, "Oh, I haven't told my family yet.I just sit around and listen to the conversations. I've changed my will three times!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Body ache and loss of motor skills&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two elderly gentlemen from a retirement center were sitting on a bench under a tree when one turns to the other and says: "Slim, I'm 83 years old now and I'm just full of aches and pains. I know you're about my age. How do you feel?"Slim says, "I feel just like a newborn baby." "Really !? Like a newborn baby !?" "Yep. No hair, no teeth, and I think I just wet my pants".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgetful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly couple had dinner at another couple's house, and after eating,the wives left the table and went into the kitchen. The two gentlemen were talking, and one said, "Last night we went out to a new restaurant and it was really great. I would recommend it very highly". The other man said,"What is the name of the restaurant?"The first man thought and thought and finally said, "What is the name ofthat flower you give to someone you love? You know... the one that's redand has thorns.""Do you mean a rose?" "Yes, that's the one," replied the man. He then turned towards the kitchen and yelled, "Rose, what's the name of thatrestaurant we went to last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Husband &amp; Wife being forgetful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a checkup, the doctor tells them that they're physically okay, butthey might want to start writing things down to help them remember. Later that night, while watching TV, the old man gets up from his chair."Want anything while I'm in the kitchen?" he asks."Will you get me a bowl of ice cream ?" "Sure." "Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it ?" she asks."No, I can remember it." "Well, I'd like some strawberries on top too. Maybe you should write it down, so's not to forget it ?"He says, "I can remember that. You want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries." "I'd also like whipped cream. I'm certain you'll forget that, write it down ?" she asks.Irritated, he says, "I don't need to write it down, I can remember it! Icecream with strawberries and whipped cream - I got it, for goodness sake !"Then he toddles to the kitchen. After about 20 minutes, the old man returnsfrom the kitchen and hands his wife a plate of bacon and eggs. She stares at the plate for a moment. "Where's my toast?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heart Problem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris, an 82 year-old man, went to the doctor to get a physical. A fewdays later, the doctor saw Morris walking down the street with a gorgeous young woman on his arm. A couple of days later, the doctor spoke to Morrisand said,"You're really doing great, aren't you?"Morris replied, "Just doing what you said, Doc: 'Get a hot mamma and be cheerful.'"The doctor said, "I didn't say that. I said, 'You've got a heart murmur; becareful.'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-2094952055556766950?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/2094952055556766950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=2094952055556766950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2094952055556766950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2094952055556766950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-lame-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-6110817875709508913</id><published>2006-11-21T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T08:46:03.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha I just got this in an email from my MUM. Who would have guessed it eh. It's quite funny, and quite true. Even though it sounds egotistical, I guarantee all females that men still love them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they're happy, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The ones in bold are for the girls to brood over. hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men Are Just Happier People-- What do you expect from such simple creatures? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your last name stays put.&lt;br /&gt;The garage is all yours.&lt;br /&gt;Wedding plans take care of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate is just another snack.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be President.&lt;br /&gt;You can never be pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.&lt;br /&gt;You can wear NO shirt to a water park.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car mechanics tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;The world is your urinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn A nut on a bolt.&lt;br /&gt;Same work, more pay.&lt;br /&gt;Wrinkles add character.&lt;br /&gt;Wedding dress: $5000.&lt;br /&gt;Tux rental: $100.&lt;br /&gt;People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.&lt;br /&gt;New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One mood all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know stuff about tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can open all your own jars.&lt;br /&gt;You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.&lt;br /&gt;If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You almost never have strap problems in public.&lt;br /&gt;You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Everything on your face stays its original color.&lt;br /&gt;The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.&lt;br /&gt;You only have to shave your face and neck.&lt;br /&gt;You can play with toys all your life.&lt;br /&gt;Your belly usually hides your big hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.&lt;br /&gt;You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife.&lt;br /&gt;You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder men are happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha I like the last one. Alright. Have a nice day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-6110817875709508913?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/6110817875709508913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=6110817875709508913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6110817875709508913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/6110817875709508913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2006/11/hahaha-i-just-got-this-in-email-from-my_21.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6543440.post-2611764226533635072</id><published>2006-11-20T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T08:56:45.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this from Val's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My friends...&lt;br /&gt;are pillars in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am listening to...&lt;br /&gt;nothing but the keys of the keyboard, cos it's silent here in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe I should...&lt;br /&gt;ask and find out things that I still don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love...&lt;br /&gt;my family, friends and music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My plan...&lt;br /&gt;to get a 3.9 GPA seems quite far-fetched now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't understand...&lt;br /&gt;girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I lost...&lt;br /&gt;precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. People say...&lt;br /&gt;I'm short. HAHAHAHA this was Val's answer as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm missing...&lt;br /&gt;someone, something, someplace, sometime(you can add in your own some-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Love means...&lt;br /&gt;Love. There's no other word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Somewhere, someone is...&lt;br /&gt;in the library, filling out a quiz on his blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm always...&lt;br /&gt;a boy. This is the only safe answer I could put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Forever seems...&lt;br /&gt;quite near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I never want to...&lt;br /&gt;live life without emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My mobile phone...&lt;br /&gt;is a Nokia 6170. Old phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When I wake up in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes. Sometimes. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I get annoyed when...&lt;br /&gt;people disturb me non-stop when I'm practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Parties are...&lt;br /&gt;not really for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My cat is...&lt;br /&gt;somewhere looking to my left side.... hahaha. I don't have a cat actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Hug and kisses...&lt;br /&gt;are a very good way of showing that you care and love someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Today I...&lt;br /&gt;woke up. HELLO IT'S 9AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Tomorrow I will...&lt;br /&gt;wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I really want...&lt;br /&gt;there're 4 things I really want right now, which one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I...&lt;br /&gt;am going for a lecture after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6543440-2611764226533635072?l=shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/feeds/2611764226533635072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6543440&amp;postID=2611764226533635072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2611764226533635072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6543440/posts/default/2611764226533635072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimpsandprawns.blogspot.com/2006/11/got-this-from-vals-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
