<?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-16252875</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:18:01.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World According To Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-119363638436084542</id><published>2008-01-03T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T09:07:39.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time for a change</title><content type='html'>link me. i've changed my blog add to www.lost-along-riverthames.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;its time for a change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-119363638436084542?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/119363638436084542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=119363638436084542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/119363638436084542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/119363638436084542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-for-change.html' title='time for a change'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-1090154942472961057</id><published>2007-12-28T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T21:56:34.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I havent been blogging for a very long time. But that's because im kinda annoyed with the tagboard. Cant figure out why the hell its eating up all my messages. =(&lt;br /&gt;someone fix for me please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to start studying la. study study study! im going now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i want him back as he was. he changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-1090154942472961057?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1090154942472961057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=1090154942472961057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1090154942472961057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1090154942472961057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-havent-been-blogging-for-very-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-6680553166855278485</id><published>2007-12-07T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T07:30:45.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop stealing my food!</title><content type='html'>ARGH. The bastards! Stop stealing my food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its immoral to take one whole tub of Ben and Jerry's&lt;br /&gt;Its immoral to take 12 out of an UNOPENED packet of 16 frankfurters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH.. immoral!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-6680553166855278485?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6680553166855278485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=6680553166855278485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6680553166855278485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6680553166855278485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/stop-stealing-my-food.html' title='Stop stealing my food!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-5615117119214091817</id><published>2007-12-03T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T18:20:59.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hare and Tortoise</title><content type='html'>I got a new job. =), at the hare and tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;and it sells malaysian food. Which means.. i get free malaysian food!&lt;br /&gt;the pay is okay, not very good. (5.50/hr), but the perks are great!&lt;br /&gt;i get to drink whatever i want, i get a free meal after work, and i get 20 % off.&lt;br /&gt;not bad huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-5615117119214091817?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5615117119214091817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=5615117119214091817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5615117119214091817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5615117119214091817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/hare-and-tortoise.html' title='Hare and Tortoise'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-6118864166982747084</id><published>2007-12-01T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T12:02:00.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 days and counting</title><content type='html'>i cant wait to hear what he has to say about this. 8 days and counting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-6118864166982747084?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6118864166982747084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=6118864166982747084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6118864166982747084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6118864166982747084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/8-days-and-counting.html' title='8 days and counting'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-6413122374337342948</id><published>2007-12-01T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T12:01:15.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High on life</title><content type='html'>Thursday was such a crazy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Hours walk, from tottenham court road, to Chinatown, to knightsbridge, to south kensington, to high street kensington, and then back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing, dancing, and generally being high on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like being high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-6413122374337342948?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6413122374337342948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=6413122374337342948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6413122374337342948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6413122374337342948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/high-on-life.html' title='High on life'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-1379111431249082070</id><published>2007-11-29T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:45:50.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleaugh</title><content type='html'>So terrible. I have no motivation to do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eaugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no motivation to do work, no motivation to go to lectures, no motivation to blog. no nothing. i just feel like staying in bed, wrapped in my cosy duvet, and watch House all day long. It doesnt even need to be House, it can be whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its the essays. Why didnt we have like a break straight after essays?? Normally when we pass a milestone like essays (ok, exagerrated, but still.), we have a break. But NO. Hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, i have motivation to walk around aimlessly. and to eat. oh, how i love to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food food food food food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually made up a list yesterday with nick about the places i want to go to eat. and we ended up with enough places to eat for twelve weeks. Well, one place for every week. Im not that big of a pig &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YET. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;operative word being yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, just thought of something. maybe it wasnt because of the essays. maybe it was just because i've been going out too often. Seriously. I've gone out like every night of the week after the end of essays. Walking around aimlessly, clubbing, parties, drinking. Maybe i just tired myself out. I think i need some quiet time to myself to watch movies, and be a couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i dont mean that. i dont wanna be a loner. i want someone to watch movies with and be a couch potato with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleaugh. i want that feeling of home. the couches, and the big beds, and the mountains of pillows, i want to be part of a group of people sitting down at a dining table eating, and after that snuggling down on the couch, huddled up together, watching tv and cracking jokes at the people on the show. Actually, i've just described things that a couple do together. maybe i just want to have that being part of a relationship feeling again. I feel like i dont now. well, also, i still want that home feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleaugh. im rambling, and im not making sense to myself. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-1379111431249082070?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1379111431249082070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=1379111431249082070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1379111431249082070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1379111431249082070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/bleaugh.html' title='bleaugh'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-8551353967676233483</id><published>2007-11-24T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T09:47:55.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yuck. My eating habits are terrible. Yuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner tonight was wonderful! Thanks to nick. It was one of the most expensive meals i've ever had. 430 pounds? Thats like 430x 7 = 3010. Shit. Can buy 3 new phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most amazing thing was that plain water constituted like 55 pounds. Erm 55 x 7 = 385. Woah, can buy like dinner for 6 at TGI Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was delish. So long since i had such good food without worrying like shit. I feel so satisfied and fat now. But its worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a truly eventful day. But, i shall be a pig and go to sleep now and blog about it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-8551353967676233483?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8551353967676233483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=8551353967676233483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/8551353967676233483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/8551353967676233483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/yuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-1850848167408505601</id><published>2007-11-19T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T01:10:30.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Solve A Probelm Like Gonorrhea</title><content type='html'>I watched the most RIDICULOUS play yesterday. Walked out of the theatre, thinking WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a spoof of Sound of Music , titled , How Do You Solve A Problem Like Gornorrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with lines like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're as innocent as a nun doing squats in cucumber field"&lt;br /&gt;"17 milimmetres going on 18" (By one of the Von Clap Kids who has a small dick and a spoof of 16 Going On 17)&lt;br /&gt;" Old people having sex, When im dancing on the pole, i simply remember my favourite things to get my sexual drive" (Spoof of My Favourite Things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other sexual innuendos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrilege!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodgers and Hammerstein would roll in their graves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. and the set of the first scene was a giant vagina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-1850848167408505601?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1850848167408505601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=1850848167408505601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1850848167408505601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1850848167408505601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-do-you-solve-probelm-like-gonorrhea.html' title='How Do You Solve A Probelm Like Gonorrhea'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-4352034116199206882</id><published>2007-11-18T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:07:13.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime i feel like he's slipping away from me, he does something that totally makes my heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How he can totally make my day, by just a simple sentence is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-4352034116199206882?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4352034116199206882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=4352034116199206882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4352034116199206882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4352034116199206882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/everytime-i-feel-like-hes-slipping-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-3846745135256072979</id><published>2007-11-17T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:01.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whining is therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rz69iIAnyfI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ANuMl1UYAHg/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rz69iIAnyfI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ANuMl1UYAHg/s400/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133749019212237298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I havent had red bean bun for so long. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-3846745135256072979?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3846745135256072979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=3846745135256072979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/3846745135256072979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/3846745135256072979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/whining-is-therapeutic.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rz69iIAnyfI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ANuMl1UYAHg/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-603264525200555702</id><published>2007-11-16T09:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T10:06:22.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUGGER!</title><content type='html'>You know something's terribly wrong when you've finished your essay, but you're not happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;You know that it's even worse when its 2 am in the morning and you dont feel like sleeping. Why? Because its 10 am in malaysia. And i just want to mope around the room, thinking about malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing malaysia so much that i just wanna stop working on my last essay, and go to china town, buy a whole lot of spices and make nasi lemak, irregardless of how much it costs. ( smarter way would be to just go to a malaysian restaurant to eat tho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe it. I like it in london, but yet i wanna be back so bad. How can i be missing malaysia so much!? it doesnt make sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i get frustrated with myself for missing home so much! ARGHHHH!!! i cant even articulate this feeling properly. Im feeling so sick of this feeling, of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna talk with my friends from back home. Its a bit scary to think that i wont see them for another 7 months. Oh my god. typing 7 months down just gave me another pang of fear. What if i go back and we arent as close as we used to be? AH, BUGGER! how can you be so alone when you're surrounded by people! BUGGER BUGGER BUGGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-603264525200555702?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/603264525200555702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=603264525200555702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/603264525200555702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/603264525200555702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/bugger.html' title='BUGGER!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-8619238438918689370</id><published>2007-11-13T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T04:24:38.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss home</title><content type='html'>Erghhh... should be doing my essay. But amazingly, i can find all kinds of ways to procrastinate. And i skipped my property seminar to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh! budden! i'll be staying up till 3am just so i can call home. and SO! i shall use that time to finish drafting my property essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peilin wont see this, but if anyone of you sees this, tell peilin i miss her weis!!and im staying up till 3 to hear them!&lt;br /&gt;Su Cheng!  i havent heard from you in so long!! where have you gone to?? Baby!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aizad! Haha. errr.. i just talked to you today. but tak ngam lah, timing sucks. i wish i could talk to you longer.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of you, i cant wait to talk to you. On my clock, its 6 and a half hours more!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghh!!! i cant believe i miss home so much. Well, not home per se, but the people, and the food. Food not so much, cause you get really good albeit expensive food here. I miss the mamaks and i miss the weather. I miss the fact that i could drive around and not worry about transport fees. I mean, driving for one week is equal to 1 tube trip. I miss not having to care about wearing jackets, just going out of the house in shorts and flip flops. I miss not having to scrooge around, not having to multiply everything by 7, not being reluctant to eat out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss malaysia. I miss PL1. I miss home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how you meet so many people here, but you make so little friends. I have so many acquaintances, that i just meet, say hi and bye and thats it. None where you can really talk to about things, and i mean REALLY talk to. Sometimes it gets really tiring trying to find conversational topics. With the people back home, there's never a time where i had to make so much effort. im not being myself, im changing to suit other people, and i dont like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss home. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-8619238438918689370?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8619238438918689370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=8619238438918689370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/8619238438918689370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/8619238438918689370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-miss-home.html' title='I miss home'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-4977860527910752363</id><published>2007-11-10T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:05.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>I'm back from amsterdam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we didnt do many touristy stuff.. like not visiting the windmills *gasp* the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip was still fun. It gave me my first taste of being a backpacker, in a country where the main language is not english, finding your way everywhere by asking people or by looking at maps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole trip was documented by cheryl who wanted to capture every moment of the trip. So, i have a whole chunk load of photos im gonna share with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT3NEiDRlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/k6HwVfldP08/s1600-h/n558062580_423591_8995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT3NEiDRlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/k6HwVfldP08/s400/n558062580_423591_8995.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130997679408760402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the train station, going into the city of amsterdam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT12EiDRfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/KJyKqG7r1C0/s1600-h/n558062580_423597_2544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT12EiDRfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/KJyKqG7r1C0/s400/n558062580_423597_2544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130996184760141298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first hostel in Amsterdam. and its right smack in the middle of the red light district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT12UiDRgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/__oSvSeDwGM/s1600-h/n558062580_423595_1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT12UiDRgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/__oSvSeDwGM/s400/n558062580_423595_1227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130996189055108610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks quite nice doesnt it? And its only 18 pounds per person  each nite. And breakfast is provided too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT12kiDRhI/AAAAAAAAAfU/E5lW9EYbwmY/s1600-h/n558062580_423608_9851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT12kiDRhI/AAAAAAAAAfU/E5lW9EYbwmY/s400/n558062580_423608_9851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130996193350075922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing you think to yourself when you walk into the red light district. "Hmm, whats that weird smell?" Well, the weird smell is weed. btw, they have swans in the most random places. Its EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT3OEiDRoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/moAnBbg8qIQ/s1600-h/n558062580_423603_6556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT3OEiDRoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/moAnBbg8qIQ/s400/n558062580_423603_6556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130997696588629634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the quirky shops they have in amsterdam. Look at all the cute condoms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT120iDRiI/AAAAAAAAAfc/vDMXHAD5tXE/s1600-h/CIMG1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT120iDRiI/AAAAAAAAAfc/vDMXHAD5tXE/s400/CIMG1562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130996197645043234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look into the background. You'll see a guy peeing. And that's common! public urinals are EVERYWHERE too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT3NkiDRmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gwIda2Zoz-c/s1600-h/CIMG1674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT3NkiDRmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gwIda2Zoz-c/s400/CIMG1674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130997687998695010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lookie at the houses. They're actually tilted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT3N0iDRnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/IpPZn7fcEpM/s1600-h/DSCN0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT3N0iDRnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/IpPZn7fcEpM/s400/DSCN0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130997692293662322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty huh? See what i mean about swans being everywhere??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was pretty much just taking photos everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this quaint little coffee shop though. Btw, coffee shops in amsterdam all sell weed. Those shops that DONT sell them are called cafes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT6JUiDRrI/AAAAAAAAAgk/R3-YmwN5utc/s1600-h/n558062580_423631_8695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT6JUiDRrI/AAAAAAAAAgk/R3-YmwN5utc/s400/n558062580_423631_8695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131000913519134386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its funny how they can so inconspicuously sneak in weed into the menu. We were looking through the menu, and it went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee, hot chocolate, soft drinks, weed brownies, sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course, being in amsterdam, we had to try the hash brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT8MkiDRuI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Q8NEEhIR-7A/s1600-h/n558062580_423673_6070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT8MkiDRuI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Q8NEEhIR-7A/s400/n558062580_423673_6070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131003168376964834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which did not have any effect on me. Well, maybe it did a little. It was only after cheryl mentioned it the next day when i realized that after i ate the brownies, i had so many fleeting , random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we tried to find our way to our new hostel. But we got lost. Terribly lost. Lost for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT8NUiDRxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZoYtpTdo2X0/s1600-h/n558062580_423660_118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT8NUiDRxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZoYtpTdo2X0/s400/n558062580_423660_118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131003181261866770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT8NUiDRyI/AAAAAAAAAhc/MFcpsbdzOag/s1600-h/n558062580_423651_6118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT8NUiDRyI/AAAAAAAAAhc/MFcpsbdzOag/s400/n558062580_423651_6118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131003181261866786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But it's only after you get lost, can you see the part of amsterdam where no other tourist sees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT6JkiDRsI/AAAAAAAAAgs/PHUUhuzFcjI/s1600-h/DSCN0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT6JkiDRsI/AAAAAAAAAgs/PHUUhuzFcjI/s400/DSCN0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131000917814101698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT6J0iDRtI/AAAAAAAAAg0/sfKgfHK6R5I/s1600-h/n558062580_423661_533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT6J0iDRtI/AAAAAAAAAg0/sfKgfHK6R5I/s400/n558062580_423661_533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131000922109069010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're being happy and posey because  we found out that we're on the right path!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT8M0iDRwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/KDXCr6_ZLNs/s1600-h/n558062580_423684_3477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT8M0iDRwI/AAAAAAAAAhM/KDXCr6_ZLNs/s400/n558062580_423684_3477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131003172671932162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, our hostel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the post will be about food. Cause instead of seeing sights, we just ate most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT120iDRjI/AAAAAAAAAfk/UEXk3pnk0Go/s1600-h/n558062580_423600_4546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT120iDRjI/AAAAAAAAAfk/UEXk3pnk0Go/s400/n558062580_423600_4546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130996197645043250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yum, belgian waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT3NEiDRkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/29n5T6E8jTg/s1600-h/CIMG1609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT3NEiDRkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/29n5T6E8jTg/s400/CIMG1609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130997679408760386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is their version of fastfood. Describe as greasy addictive stuff that just steals all your change. It is pretty yummy tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT8M0iDRvI/AAAAAAAAAhE/JyhNq3u3v-M/s1600-h/DSCN0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT8M0iDRvI/AAAAAAAAAhE/JyhNq3u3v-M/s400/DSCN0293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131003172671932146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cant believe we're eating chinese food in amsterdam instead of proper dutch food. We ate at this malaysian chinese restuarant for two days straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT6I0iDRpI/AAAAAAAAAgU/iY5CvacbsS0/s1600-h/DSCN0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT6I0iDRpI/AAAAAAAAAgU/iY5CvacbsS0/s400/DSCN0274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131000904929199762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dutch pastry. And we thought it was curry puff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT6JUiDRqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/5Y-VaVMFkZs/s1600-h/CIMG1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT6JUiDRqI/AAAAAAAAAgc/5Y-VaVMFkZs/s400/CIMG1625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131000913519134370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stroop waffles.. These are SERIOUSLY yummy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT95kiDRzI/AAAAAAAAAhk/FfJIZ6RQHMc/s1600-h/n558062580_423690_6685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT95kiDRzI/AAAAAAAAAhk/FfJIZ6RQHMc/s400/n558062580_423690_6685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131005040982705970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, i guess you realised that this isnt a photo of food. This was one of the few touristy stuff we did. Canal cruise. Which was quite boring btw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im tired of uploading photos.. so im gonna stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go travelling more!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-4977860527910752363?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4977860527910752363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=4977860527910752363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4977860527910752363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4977860527910752363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/amsterdam.html' title='Amsterdam'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RzT3NEiDRlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/k6HwVfldP08/s72-c/n558062580_423591_8995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-6669003618862660746</id><published>2007-10-31T05:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:06.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legal!</title><content type='html'>I finally got ALL of the photos from my friends, so now it time to tell you guys about the day i finally turned legal.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Ryee6HZwN1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/Mn8J3Jv0WrM/s1600-h/Photo-0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Ryee6HZwN1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/Mn8J3Jv0WrM/s400/Photo-0248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127241422041266002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 17th, Faith and I went down to Camden Town Market to just walk around and explore. and i decided, i would embrace the last day of my youth. So, i wore this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Ryee5nZwNzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/QEySeatTG9o/s1600-h/CIMG5165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Ryee5nZwNzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/QEySeatTG9o/s400/CIMG5165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127241413451331378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Yan Ling by the way for this jumper. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends planed something crazy, They told me to go over to their hall, and they told me that the first task i had to do, was to go over to a random guy's room, knock on his door and tell him that i lost my fake boobs, and ask him where it was. Which i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and turns out, he was part of the conspiracy, and then he gave me a note that said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You have asked me for a queer request indeed.&lt;br /&gt;In turn i ask you to do this simple task, proceed,&lt;br /&gt;to room 2412 for a treat you have longed for very long,&lt;br /&gt;that is to delight others by performing the beautiful egg song&lt;br /&gt;Fear not, for the heavens will provide for music and lyric&lt;br /&gt;you need only sing and dance while adoring cameras click"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any one of you have not heard the egg song, here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PNLcwqUOXfQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PNLcwqUOXfQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the song, WHICH they videoed down, and WHICH i am not going to upload here, they gave me ANOTHER note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My new and dearest friend&lt;br /&gt;Your performance has amazed me to no end&lt;br /&gt;Though in the future i mightn't be so lucky,&lt;br /&gt;As to see a spectacle quite so plucky&lt;br /&gt;I declare your talent too good to waste,&lt;br /&gt;So do go to room 2421, and make haste&lt;br /&gt;For they await your aerobics dance with humungous hope&lt;br /&gt;Your fame in this has traveled far and wide&lt;br /&gt;perhaps even to the pope"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was misleading. It wasnt an aerobics dance. It was the chicken dance.&lt;br /&gt;Which they ALSO videoed down, and which i am also NOT going to upload here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then finally, a last note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am so shocked i can simply say,&lt;br /&gt;Your dance simply blew me away.&lt;br /&gt;Once an egg doing the egg song in simplicity,&lt;br /&gt;now this aerobics dance has shown your maturity&lt;br /&gt;The time has come, little bird, to set you free&lt;br /&gt;to a very familiear place, room 2433&lt;br /&gt;There make a pretty girl smile for all the world to see&lt;br /&gt;By saying no more than ' Honey can you smile for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go up to my friend's room and make her roommate smile. Which was REALLY easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they let me have cake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Ryee53ZwN0I/AAAAAAAAAeM/42Zt3rxwjME/s1600-h/Photo-0243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Ryee53ZwN0I/AAAAAAAAAeM/42Zt3rxwjME/s400/Photo-0243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127241417746298690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which we used chopsticks to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Ryee6HZwN2I/AAAAAAAAAec/i18BmjK_fvE/s1600-h/Photo-0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Ryee6HZwN2I/AAAAAAAAAec/i18BmjK_fvE/s400/Photo-0253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127241422041266018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Neha and I went over to find Nana, Neetika, Sam and Nick , and we went to SWAY.&lt;br /&gt;First club i 've gone to legally. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Ryee6XZwN3I/AAAAAAAAAek/hJy_r9tp0tg/s1600-h/Photo-0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Ryee6XZwN3I/AAAAAAAAAek/hJy_r9tp0tg/s400/Photo-0256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127241426336233330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of random photos in sway here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Ryef5HZwN6I/AAAAAAAAAe8/J7PY_jIlUXM/s1600-h/Photo-0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Ryef5HZwN6I/AAAAAAAAAe8/J7PY_jIlUXM/s400/Photo-0261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127242504373024674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Ryef4nZwN4I/AAAAAAAAAes/xv72fYbjiHY/s1600-h/Photo-0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Ryef4nZwN4I/AAAAAAAAAes/xv72fYbjiHY/s400/Photo-0257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127242495783090050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I just like this photo, cause its HILARIOUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Ryef4nZwN5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/AHrMC6OXEmc/s1600-h/Photo-0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Ryef4nZwN5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/AHrMC6OXEmc/s400/Photo-0259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127242495783090066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-6669003618862660746?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6669003618862660746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=6669003618862660746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6669003618862660746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6669003618862660746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/legal.html' title='Legal!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Ryee6HZwN1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/Mn8J3Jv0WrM/s72-c/Photo-0248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-1382453050114272190</id><published>2007-10-30T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T01:39:21.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>Taggys =X LOL I cant understand this tagg.. =C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- go to wikipedia and type in your birthday (month and day)&lt;br /&gt;- write down 3 events, 2 births, 1 holiday and tag 5 friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVENTS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1009" title="1009"&gt;1009&lt;/a&gt; - The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_of_the_Holy_Sepulchre" title="Church of the Holy Sepulchre"&gt;Church of the Holy Sepulchre&lt;/a&gt;, a Christian &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church" title="Church"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerusalem" title="Jerusalem"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/a&gt;, is completely destroyed by the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fatimid" title="Fatimid"&gt;Fatimid&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caliph" title="Caliph"&gt;caliph&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al-Hakim_bi-Amr_Allah" title="Al-Hakim bi-Amr Allah"&gt;Al-Hakim bi-Amr Allah&lt;/a&gt;, who hacks the Church's foundations down to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bedrock" title="Bedrock"&gt;bedrock&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2007" title="2007"&gt;2007&lt;/a&gt; - After 8 years in exile, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benazir_Bhutto" title="Benazir Bhutto"&gt;Benazir Bhutto&lt;/a&gt; returns to her homeland &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pakistan" title="Pakistan"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/a&gt;. The same night, suicide attackers &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2007_Karachi_bombings" title="2007 Karachi bombings"&gt;blow themselves up near Bhutto's convoy&lt;/a&gt;, killing over 100 in the cheering crowd, including 20 police officers. Bhutto escaped uninjured.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1356" title="1356"&gt;1356&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basel_earthquake" title="Basel earthquake"&gt;Basel earthquake&lt;/a&gt;, the most significant historic seismological event north of the Alps, destroyed the town of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basel%2C_Switzerland" title="Basel, Switzerland"&gt;Basel, Switzerland&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;BIRTHS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1987" title="1987"&gt;1987&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zac_Efron" title="Zac Efron"&gt;Zac Efron&lt;/a&gt;, American actor (Arent you jealous sucheng?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1405" title="1405"&gt;1405&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pope_Pius_II" title="Pope Pius II"&gt;Pope Pius II&lt;/a&gt; (d. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1464" title="1464"&gt;1464&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USA" title="USA"&gt;USA&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alaska" title="Alaska"&gt;Alaska&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alaska_Day" title="Alaska Day"&gt;Alaska Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Most pointless tag i have ever done. But still, only because you asked me to sucheng!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-1382453050114272190?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1382453050114272190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=1382453050114272190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1382453050114272190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1382453050114272190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-3920704564817671928</id><published>2007-10-26T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:06.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room</title><content type='html'>I LOVE my new room! LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125318449218729730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RyDJ-XZwNwI/AAAAAAAAAds/rJ4mQAmq1h8/s400/DSCN0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is like 1/3 of my bedroom. My roommate's part of the room though. See the fireplace? How cool is that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125318457808664338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RyDJ-3ZwNxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/-Xp0OOB1E50/s400/DSCN0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is my part of the room. Yes, darn messy i know, compared to my roomie's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125318462103631650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RyDJ_HZwNyI/AAAAAAAAAd8/V3QUgD0BYcI/s400/DSCN0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Much better!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This post was written for you J-Man. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-3920704564817671928?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3920704564817671928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=3920704564817671928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/3920704564817671928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/3920704564817671928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-room.html' title='My Room'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RyDJ-XZwNwI/AAAAAAAAAds/rJ4mQAmq1h8/s72-c/DSCN0238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-5239502965823448810</id><published>2007-10-25T06:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:06.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble in paradise</title><content type='html'>So darn sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rx_Dvyo1vWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Nrbme87sGaY/s1600-h/DSCN0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rx_Dvyo1vWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Nrbme87sGaY/s400/DSCN0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125030126785248610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rx_DwSo1vXI/AAAAAAAAAdk/lsi5wyUY2Jg/s1600-h/DSCN0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rx_DwSo1vXI/AAAAAAAAAdk/lsi5wyUY2Jg/s400/DSCN0148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125030135375183218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to clinton just now. And i realised how unsatisfied i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the grass always greener on the other side? Am i just imagining it, or is it for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my friends loving what they have, content and happy. And its just lacking on my side. Even the vibe is all wrong when i talk to him. We seem different from others. Its uneasy talking on the phone with him. When it seems SO much easier to talk to other guys on the phone. There seems to be so much to talk about, with them. Its just so much easier; there's no stress in finding things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time, its the same thing, same questions, same content. Its getting to be a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would i have done all the things i did if he was here?&lt;br /&gt;I try to convince myself that its only for fun, that nothing's ever going to come out of it, that what he doesnt know wont hurt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But subconciously, am i trying to sabotage the thing we have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time was really weird. It was like we couldnt connect. He didnt seem happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third time, i was just trying to get the hell away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i even try the fourth time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-5239502965823448810?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5239502965823448810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=5239502965823448810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5239502965823448810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5239502965823448810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/trouble-in-paradise.html' title='Trouble in paradise'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rx_Dvyo1vWI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Nrbme87sGaY/s72-c/DSCN0147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-1715652659385330136</id><published>2007-10-20T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T11:25:40.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a WONDERFUL birthday. Truly memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all you guys who wished me happy birthday!! HUGS HUGS AND MORE HUGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks FAITH aand IZZIE and ELSIE, and all the others who participated!Faith,if you read this, and you're the only one who i think is going to out of the above mentioned, i'll miss going over to your room. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And clubbing was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about the whole thing when i have all the photos. and videos. Not too sure if  i want to post the videos up though. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate had a romanian party tonight. And it was so cool, having romanian food and romanian brandy. With political debates in our room till 4am.  I wasnt participating AT ALL, just watching the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, and life IS crazy. Before the party, i had a friend who came over to my place, and smoked weed. It was all very weird. Sam smoking weed. Me using the computer. and Izzie reading a book. So unrelated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! and i moved halls! Whee!! Love my new place! It has a FREAKING fireplace, which doesnt work. (anticlimatic) but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love it love it love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-1715652659385330136?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1715652659385330136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=1715652659385330136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1715652659385330136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1715652659385330136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-had-wonderful-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-4857843472116396190</id><published>2007-10-16T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:58:50.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say No</title><content type='html'>I'm so bad at rejection. I cant seem to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work at this chinese restaurant on saturday, for around 1 hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i had Char Siew Fan in return for my labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a trial thing where they would see whether they want me or not.&lt;br /&gt;Well, turns out they want me and they offered me a job for 3.50 pounds/hr. But that is below min wage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i've gotta say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which i cant seem to do. I told the woman no, but somehow it turned into me agreeing to try it out for one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go over and tell her NO! tmr. What do you guys think. Should i try for one month till i find a better job or no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih. Gotta learn to say no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-4857843472116396190?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4857843472116396190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=4857843472116396190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4857843472116396190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4857843472116396190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/say-no.html' title='Say No'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-9044868571349819831</id><published>2007-10-13T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T04:47:27.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh man</title><content type='html'>oh my fucking god. what do i do now. i cant believe i lost the ring. oh god. oh god oh god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i have lost it. why did i even wake up and think to myself, oh i thihnk i 'll wear it on my finger instead of around my neck. why!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel bad cause i kept taking it off and playing with it. what if he gets mad. oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i have lost it!!! its hasnt even been on me for 1 month. crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING HELL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-9044868571349819831?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9044868571349819831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=9044868571349819831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/9044868571349819831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/9044868571349819831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-man.html' title='oh man'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-1482940869701703240</id><published>2007-10-11T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:13:24.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Your Personal Profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appear to others around you as a person who is simply 'laid back'. From time to time you shelve your ambitions and forgo the desire for prestige and recognition and you are often considered as mentally lazy. You have the ability and you are the first to know this, but you prefer to take things easy and indulge your longing for comfort and security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to try anything once. You 'need to be needed' and what is perhaps more important you 'need to need.' You can only feel close to a person or persons when you feel you can trust them, but this trust needs to be proven to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel truly deprived - not getting your fair share, but you have accepted the fact that that is the way things are at this time and that it is prudent to let matters slide and not hit your head against the wall -so conform and agree for a while. Accept the situation - nothing can last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an emotional, sincere and impressionable individual experiencing frustration and unnecessary stress. You are carried away by other people's enthusiasm and looking for that idealised relationship, be it in a business or personal situation, which you are able to share with a mutual depth of understanding. You have lowered your defences in the past and you have been hurt, so you are now extremely wary of being exploited. You are still ready to trust people on the condition that they are prepared to offer you proof of their sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really would like to be completely uninhibited - to let your hair down - but you are held back by your sense of logic and rationalilty, since you realise that by simple stupidity you could lose everything - whatever that may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent done personality profiles in a while.This is actually quite true.&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/16252875-1482940869701703240?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1482940869701703240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=1482940869701703240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1482940869701703240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1482940869701703240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/personality-profile.html' title='Personality Profile'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-2592607019148666512</id><published>2007-10-11T05:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T05:36:50.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elsie's Birthday today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pathetic. No photos because i forgot to put the batteries into the camera. Erm. How did i manage to do that. Well anyway, we put on a REALLY GOOD show! Played Habanera from Carmen for her. Hee. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant stop whistling the tune now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had chocolate fondue. I think we really had chocolate overload today. Chocolate fondue, Chocolate cake. Hot chocolate. Bleugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally joined the gym again!!! I LOVE GYM!! LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. im such a freak. I have no idea why i love gym so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even their communal showers with no curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Naked people everywhere!! traumatised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-2592607019148666512?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2592607019148666512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=2592607019148666512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/2592607019148666512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/2592607019148666512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/elsies-birthday-today-so-pathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-8112771419807737796</id><published>2007-10-07T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:06.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week passed. Lectures starting again tomorrow. Aih. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thames cruise was yesterday, and everybody dressed up to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was like prom all over again. Except that there was no food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we expected it to have food! I mean 15 pounds no food? So we didnt eat dinner and was just flabbergasted when we found there was no food served.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the whole night drinking, dancing, taking photos and taking care of drunk people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118546628838800690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rwi7Cio1vTI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5x9jm9A5nU8/s400/All.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was one girl whose drink got spiked though. She was dancing with this guy, and making out with him. We were'nt sure if she was a willing party, so we just gave them a wide berth, and everyone did too.. so they were isolated. And the guy started groping her arse, so we could all see her underwear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So awful though, when we realised that she was drunk, and her drink was spiked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many scandals that night. I got dry humped too, by this guy. I thought we were just dancing, so i danced with him. Then slowly, he started to put his hand on my waist, so i started to inch towards my friends, giving them glances to save me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Izzie was USELESS!!!!! kept inching and bumping into her and she kept inching away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;USELESS!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;luckily shaz saved me. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118549407682641234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rwi9kSo1vVI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Ozryu8KWW3I/s400/Cynthia,+Izzie,Me,+Shaz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cynthia, Izzie, Me, Shaz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea, the night was&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; scandalous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-8112771419807737796?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8112771419807737796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=8112771419807737796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/8112771419807737796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/8112771419807737796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-week-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rwi7Cio1vTI/AAAAAAAAAdE/5x9jm9A5nU8/s72-c/All.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-8268740619031145981</id><published>2007-10-05T08:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:57:05.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like doing stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f9dd07d3b54a81d2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df9dd07d3b54a81d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330378130%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1135E74F8FEDA3404369DBFE7A8D57908E5A416D.7CD9121E89A36EBB09EF19B152D726F71FB5FCEF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df9dd07d3b54a81d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIccYpBqFTWVMtRIlZ-s66T0vXy0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df9dd07d3b54a81d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330378130%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1135E74F8FEDA3404369DBFE7A8D57908E5A416D.7CD9121E89A36EBB09EF19B152D726F71FB5FCEF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df9dd07d3b54a81d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIccYpBqFTWVMtRIlZ-s66T0vXy0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note. The friend you see in the above video has an actress mom. *gasp* i know ppl related to famous ppl! Lol.. Her mom acted in a movie called hooked on you, with eason chan and miriam yeung. Cool.. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. and there's a girl living in my hall, whose dad is Gary Slapper! Oh my god! Wah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Woolfe came over to talk to us TOO! Wow. Im turning into such a law nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-8268740619031145981?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8268740619031145981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=8268740619031145981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/8268740619031145981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/8268740619031145981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-like-doing-stupid-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-7789540019891728111</id><published>2007-10-05T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:48:15.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its weird how fast we've bonded. 10 days and i already feel like i've known these people forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess, because we're all in a faraway country and we're asians, there's an extra sense of closeness to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this feeling of having nothing on, or 2 hours of class.Den walking around aimlessly r looking for food. Talking for hours on end. I think these few days i've talked more than i've talked in 2 months back in malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im serious. We can talk from 3pm, all the way to 12 am. Consecutively for a few days. Aih. But i guess orientation week is coming to an end now. Life is gonna start getting tough. Urgh. I have an essay to write ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. But i like the people here. The friends i've made are nice. But of course, i still love you guys back in malaysia, singapore and australia!!  Aih, sometimes i miss home so much. But everything's still so new and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-7789540019891728111?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7789540019891728111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=7789540019891728111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7789540019891728111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7789540019891728111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-weird-how-fast-weve-bonded.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-7431046605913637356</id><published>2007-10-05T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:07.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>France</title><content type='html'>Life here has been crazy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we went to France. Sounds so glamorous doesnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we went to france with an objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To trash a french supermarket and get thrown out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so weird. Lets just say there were seniors dressed up as knights, superman, doctors and nurses. And people started fighting with baguettes, Chanting " i want meat" then grabbing cured ham and eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWVACo1vOI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CUVJbHTGiHc/s1600-h/Weird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWVACo1vOI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CUVJbHTGiHc/s400/Weird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117660379517140194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Future Lawyers and Judges ladies and gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end, we just went away instead of going pubbing AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWSSio1vKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/MGarNGqISuY/s1600-h/Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWSSio1vKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/MGarNGqISuY/s400/Girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117657398809836706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So sad. I dont know that many guys yet. Well anyway. Only one Caucasian.. Haha Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWSTSo1vLI/AAAAAAAAAcE/sZmsdHEQFf0/s1600-h/Cynthia+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWSTSo1vLI/AAAAAAAAAcE/sZmsdHEQFf0/s400/Cynthia+and+Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117657411694738610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its very Frenchie, sitting in an al fresco french cafe, eating cheese, watching ppl play live music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWWtSo1vQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/AMvBUb8gnSs/s1600-h/DSCN0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWWtSo1vQI/AAAAAAAAAcs/AMvBUb8gnSs/s400/DSCN0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117662256417848578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4 somthing in the morning cause the coach was at 5am. Tired people all sleeping on the ferry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWW3yo1vSI/AAAAAAAAAc8/3C2WZMdr88M/s1600-h/DSCN0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWW3yo1vSI/AAAAAAAAAc8/3C2WZMdr88M/s400/DSCN0224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117662436806475042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're all sad cause the weather's terrible. Rained the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWWuCo1vRI/AAAAAAAAAc0/B_zfUvH7UHk/s1600-h/DSCN0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWWuCo1vRI/AAAAAAAAAc0/B_zfUvH7UHk/s400/DSCN0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117662269302750482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But how sad can we be! We're going to France!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWSTio1vMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/pDk0KpCVaLo/s1600-h/Sculpture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWSTio1vMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/pDk0KpCVaLo/s400/Sculpture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117657415989705922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just like this sculpture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-7431046605913637356?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7431046605913637356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=7431046605913637356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7431046605913637356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7431046605913637356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/france.html' title='France'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWVACo1vOI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CUVJbHTGiHc/s72-c/Weird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-3154798032527845134</id><published>2007-09-27T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:08.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit me baby one more time!</title><content type='html'>Roxy was FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was quite boring acually in the middle.. but towards the end it got really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Think i didnt get enuff to drink hence the non-highness and the not really dancing. But it was cool when they played like cheesy music from Britney instead of  Indie music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get addicted to clubbing soon. Throat's freaking sore now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hit me baby one more time"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWVSCo1vPI/AAAAAAAAAck/ySLpXxk50jI/s1600-h/Roxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWVSCo1vPI/AAAAAAAAAck/ySLpXxk50jI/s400/Roxy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117660688754785522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-3154798032527845134?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3154798032527845134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=3154798032527845134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/3154798032527845134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/3154798032527845134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/hit-me-baby-one-more-time.html' title='Hit me baby one more time!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RwWVSCo1vPI/AAAAAAAAAck/ySLpXxk50jI/s72-c/Roxy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-8231926215756508682</id><published>2007-09-26T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:08.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was one of the funnest times ever since i got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Isabel, Elsie and Faith, we celebrated mooncake festival (mid-autumn festival)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we cooked wantons and had mooncakes and milk and pomelos. Yum. Chinese food for around 4 quid each. Aint that so much cheaper compared to buying our food outside.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvoP_So1vGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wHE2QjSOYDI/s1600-h/DSCN0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvoP_So1vGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wHE2QjSOYDI/s400/DSCN0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114417906841926754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making Wantons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvoP-io1vFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/rsI03FDfxXk/s1600-h/DSCN0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvoP-io1vFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/rsI03FDfxXk/s400/DSCN0207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114417893957024850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stop to camwhore a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvoP_yo1vHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/j_f9wTZ2Uoc/s1600-h/DSCN0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvoP_yo1vHI/AAAAAAAAAbk/j_f9wTZ2Uoc/s400/DSCN0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114417915431861362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvoQACo1vII/AAAAAAAAAbs/W1P5epqZibw/s1600-h/DSCN0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvoQACo1vII/AAAAAAAAAbs/W1P5epqZibw/s400/DSCN0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114417919726828674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wah.. Damn full..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvoQAyo1vJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/IL0cCZfSoRM/s1600-h/DSCN0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvoQAyo1vJI/AAAAAAAAAb0/IL0cCZfSoRM/s400/DSCN0214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114417932611730578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stuffed and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-8231926215756508682?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8231926215756508682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=8231926215756508682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/8231926215756508682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/8231926215756508682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-was-one-of-funnest-times-ever-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvoP_So1vGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wHE2QjSOYDI/s72-c/DSCN0209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-438596751593698372</id><published>2007-09-25T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T16:57:08.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Burlington Bertie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;I'm Burlington Bertie&lt;br /&gt;Im short fat and dirty&lt;br /&gt;my college portrays my high class (high class!)&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the strand with my cock in my hand&lt;br /&gt;and i wave it at King's as i pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Bert! Bert! I come in my shirt&lt;br /&gt;At least i go to UC (UC!)&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing im sure of&lt;br /&gt;Strand Poly are wankers&lt;br /&gt;I'm Burlington Bert from UC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me, and him, and him and him, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like our school song or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went from pub to ub to pub singing this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chugging beer down funnels, swearing, singing, being chased out my bartenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. Its crazy, and you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these people are ACTUALLY going to be future judges and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-438596751593698372?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/438596751593698372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=438596751593698372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/438596751593698372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/438596751593698372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/burlington-bertie-ohhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-856142112302366528</id><published>2007-09-22T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T04:31:35.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm shaking man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many freaking cute guys around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac... if you're reading this, i've found my john john!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's cute (looks mixed but actually chinese)&lt;br /&gt;He's rich ( 160 pounds per wk rental. not includin food and transport, just because he wants his private space)&lt;br /&gt;He's gentlemanly ( opened the door for me and although it would have been easier for him to go in first he struggled some how and let me go in first. Also volunteered to walk me back to the office even though we were already at the place he was supposed to meet his friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo..&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda my first day in UCL, luckily for Koon Kim ( A guy who intro-ed me to all his friends), i've met hongkies, singaporeans, malaysians, thais, new zealanders, italians, romans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn cool man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a slang. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-856142112302366528?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/856142112302366528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=856142112302366528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/856142112302366528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/856142112302366528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-shaking-man-so-many-freaking-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-163341791728319651</id><published>2007-09-21T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T01:37:57.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks guys! I heart you people too!</title><content type='html'>Thanks Fern and Bing for the entries.. I love you guys too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shay shay! i put your entry here ar!! Cause too touching alrdy.. and hee =) funny stuff about our childhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is a long entry, bout my deep friendship with hui hui, you dont have to read it if you're bored.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so funny how i used to feel pissed in primary school that other pple are snatching hui hui away from me, i mean SHE WAS BEST FRIEND WAD. then she bested with shu yu, and i bested with ferleen. (ok this is childish language). then we got into the same secondary school, but different class so she bested with the 2/5 gang and i bested with the 2/9 gang. she joined choir, i joined band. but you see, we actually had never distant away from each other. =)&lt;br /&gt;she's someone i know i can always trust, and i know she trusts me too =)&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if she stays over at other peoples places often, but SHAYFERN'S INN's most regular customer was hui hui! because we stayed over at each others houses since lower primary so ya.&lt;br /&gt;we would stay up to chat and play games, and when we hear my mum's footsteps (coming to make sure we're asleep), then we'd quickly off the lights and hide under the blanket and pretend we're asleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;(i swear i suddenly can recall us 2, 9 year old kids, forcing ourselves not to smile when mummy came to check). then when mummy goes back to her room ,we'd giggle giggle and start talking again. i miss the way we giggled together. then we'd chat chat chat till our voices start getting softer, and someone will fall asleep first followed by the other. =)&lt;br /&gt;once we slept at 5am, then had to wake up at 8am bcos mummy wakes us up for breakfast since she assumed we slept at 12. haha, it was something like,&lt;br /&gt;the 2 girls: very sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;mum: why? you all slept late meh??&lt;br /&gt;the 2 girls: NO AR NO AR WE SLEPT EARLY!&lt;br /&gt;mum: then why sleepy?&lt;br /&gt;the 2 girls: erm, no lah not sleept. erm, ya lets go breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAA and SORRY HUI HUI but come to think of it my mum always bring us to the SAME ROTI PRATA SHOP. (now upgrade to dels kitchen already hahhaha)&lt;br /&gt;when i go to hui hui's place, her mum will buy JUEEE KWEH!!!! (awwwww). i miss how we always sound damn sleepy in hui hui's room, (ok now switch scene aldy to me overnighting at hui hui's place), then her mum will say smth like "i go out to buy juee kweh ar, while you girls wake up." then by the time we wash up ad everything, YAY BREAKFAST ON THE TABLE, we can just eat, kinda thing! oh oh oh and we always go to pizza hut too hui hui's favourite holiday plaza. her bdae, i think she ate like 576829 pieces of pizza and 27392 glasses of coke. SERIOUSLY we were all damn full and she insisted she can take our share! oh talk bout food, here's the story of huihui and her fishballs.&lt;br /&gt;SO, she really loved our canteen fishball, so we always buy like 5 to 10. and one day SHE DECIDED TO ORDER 20 hahahhhaha IT WAS FUN SEEING HER RUSH OK! hahhaha oh oh oh hui hui you must be damn touched, but i know what you always order for reccess. rice + curry with potato and chicken + fishball + steamed egg. (pls correct me if i'm wrong, but i'm 99.9% sure i'm right!). and she loved to eat it so much, she dont really eat like, use fork to push rice to spoon then put spoon in mouth, ONCE SHE USED TWO SPOONS, so it was put left spoon in mouth while right spoon digs more food, then put right spoon in mouth while left spoon digs more food. and and and there was one reccess time i really really really pissed her off. she was REALLY REALLY REALLY ANGRY and that was like the worst thing i thought i could do. remember those small handy electrical fans you can bring around? i had a HELLO KITTY one so i wanted to show off mah. i do not know HOW i used it, but i think i brought it really close to hui hui's head, and TTZZPPPKHGHCHACHACHHH, it "sang kot" her hair. is sangkot a malay word? i dunno what it is in english, but ya her hair was tangled up in my hello kitty electronic fan. i'm sure it hurt, but worse thing was, we didnt know how to get it out, SHE WAS REALLY REALLY ANGRY. but yea in the end i think a teacher helped get it out. SHE STILL WAS ANGRY for a few more days! sorry hui hui! see your hair so strong and healthy now, so, HAHA, i didnt leave any long lasting damage!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. then then then cos same school bus, so our parents always fetch us from the same place. then when we reach, it's either my mum was not in her car or her mum was not in her mum's car, then we know liao, sure they're chatting together, and we go "UH OH". HAHAHHA. you see hui hui was good in english, i was good in maths hahha.&lt;br /&gt;so aunty mary and my mum when talk bout our results, (nope dont worry they're we not the comparing results kiasu mums, they just talk bout it in friendly terms), then hui hui and i would go home and get the same thing and then next day when we see each other in school, we'd go&lt;br /&gt;fern: my mum was saying i should improve my english to be like you lah!&lt;br /&gt;hui hui: my mum was saying why my maths not good lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-163341791728319651?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/163341791728319651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=163341791728319651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/163341791728319651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/163341791728319651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/thanks-guys-i-heart-you-people-too.html' title='Thanks guys! I heart you people too!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-4487033107180639117</id><published>2007-09-21T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:19:00.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounter of Rudeness No2.</title><content type='html'>Whoa.. another encounter with rudeness in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung ( Jini's Bf) tok me to UCL to register, but it turned out they got my name mixed up. Instead of  my surname being Cheng, my surname was recorded as Hui Hui. So the registration officers for the internet told us to go find Student records.. which we did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it went something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui: Sorry, but i think i have to change my name on student records, because its mixed up&lt;br /&gt;SR: (in a snottish british accent) well, i cant change that, it seems to be alright on your ID card ( Well, thats because we asked the person to put it that way. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Yung:YES, will it affect her email address in UCL&lt;br /&gt;SR: well, i cant define the UCL address  but generally you should have gotten in write when you applied. (GASP! Rudeness!!)&lt;br /&gt;Yung: well, generally  we expect you people not to screw up.( wah.. my hero man!)&lt;br /&gt;SR: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we argued wif the guy for a while till it was apparent that he wouldnt change it for us then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung: Can you give us your name please ( i thought he was gonna complain)&lt;br /&gt;SR: Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Yung : Thomas what?&lt;br /&gt;SR: *shocked* Can i ask what for?&lt;br /&gt;Yung: Just for record purposes...&lt;br /&gt;SR: Thomas Hennessy *stare*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheh!I thought he was gonna complain. But the student records guy was damn scared man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him about the guy who said you dont own this road. and he told me i should have said " well you dont either"&lt;br /&gt;Wah!! I should have said that man!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-4487033107180639117?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4487033107180639117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=4487033107180639117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4487033107180639117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4487033107180639117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/encounter-of-rudeness-no2.html' title='Encounter of Rudeness No2.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-4624916023958712266</id><published>2007-09-20T06:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:11.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 13 hours and 40 minutes later, Finally, im in London!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all you guys who saw me off..=) I Love you people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGfRf-dX2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/xBELYi0wmaU/s1600-h/DSCN0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGfRf-dX2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/xBELYi0wmaU/s400/DSCN0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112042175032287074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGgEf-dX3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/1bzvB1Dgdoo/s1600-h/DSCN0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGgEf-dX3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/1bzvB1Dgdoo/s400/DSCN0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112043051205615474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for those who called me too! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind talking on the phone while taking photographs.. i can multi-task!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGhxP-dX4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/BZ0HLSBYeT0/s1600-h/DSCN0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGhxP-dX4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/BZ0HLSBYeT0/s400/DSCN0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112044919516389250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had a difficult time juggling my family and my friends but its okay! I love you people too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Heathrow airport was not what i expected. Changi or KLIA is much much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a mix of both rude and friendly people, same as in everywhere i guess..There were people who volunteered to give us directions when they saw us pondering over the map, but there were also rude ang mohs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were walking along this street, granted a bit slowly, when and ang moh said excuise me and  pushed through us, and mumbled to himself " you dont own this road you know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh! we said we were sorry for blocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, the food was quite cheap.. ehh.. at least it is if you dont convert..&lt;br /&gt;my first meal in London was in this cute little cafe called cafe Roma, selling sandwiches at prices around 2 or 3 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGj6_-dX_I/AAAAAAAAAak/EhEX8p0tjp0/s1600-h/DSCN0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGj6_-dX_I/AAAAAAAAAak/EhEX8p0tjp0/s400/DSCN0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112047286043369458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the menu.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGj6v-dX-I/AAAAAAAAAac/3Ofr7K1K0gI/s1600-h/DSCN0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGj6v-dX-I/AAAAAAAAAac/3Ofr7K1K0gI/s400/DSCN0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112047281748402146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place is really small! The background you see is actually more than half of the shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filling our stomachs, we went to walk around in Kensington and Hyde Park.&lt;br /&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGl2f-dYAI/AAAAAAAAAas/6iA3jrKaV78/s1600-h/DSCN0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGl2f-dYAI/AAAAAAAAAas/6iA3jrKaV78/s400/DSCN0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112049407757213698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its autumn now! Look! Red leaves! you're never gonna see that in malaysia, ehh.. well unless you dye the leaves red yourself la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGl2_-dYCI/AAAAAAAAAa8/un4Zu35CDgQ/s1600-h/DSCN0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGl2_-dYCI/AAAAAAAAAa8/un4Zu35CDgQ/s400/DSCN0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112049416347148322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heres Kensington Palace, where Princess Diana used to stay. We had no money, so we could only wander around, outside the premises.. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGl2v-dYBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ZP7iTbNGGrI/s1600-h/DSCN0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGl2v-dYBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ZP7iTbNGGrI/s400/DSCN0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112049412052181010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look! so pretty!! Hee=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, but not all parks are that pretty. You have shit lying around TOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGm1v-dYDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/E1qFLZr9MKA/s1600-h/DSCN0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGm1v-dYDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/E1qFLZr9MKA/s400/DSCN0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112050494383939634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ehh, and Lonodn's not that safe either.. First day and we;ve already seen Bad guys being caught by the police. Well at least they were caught!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGm1_-dYEI/AAAAAAAAAbM/8dhtb8z3zAE/s1600-h/DSCN0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGm1_-dYEI/AAAAAAAAAbM/8dhtb8z3zAE/s400/DSCN0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112050498678906946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at this really good Chinese place. Weird, I had Popeye's Fried Chicken in singapore and Chinese Faod during Dinner. huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. till next time! jetlagged and tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-4624916023958712266?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4624916023958712266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=4624916023958712266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4624916023958712266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4624916023958712266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-13-hours-and-40-minutes-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RvGfRf-dX2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/xBELYi0wmaU/s72-c/DSCN0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-6673955503235852140</id><published>2007-08-22T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:13.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its been so long since i've updated this blog. I dont even know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters though, i've quit my job at SHOGUN. and in the 1mth i have worked, i have earned a total of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RM 1760&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;impressive aint it, for someone who has absolutely no working experience. But i took on 3 jobs and had absolutely no social life. Heh. Im kinda proud of myself too.&lt;br /&gt;Hah! So that proves it! Im definitely not spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda long if i do wanna blog about what's happened over the last 2 weeks. So here's a whole load of photos which will do the job for me.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvfhhdWq0I/AAAAAAAAAYk/wxPouX5rm8s/s1600-h/Pix001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvfhhdWq0I/AAAAAAAAAYk/wxPouX5rm8s/s400/Pix001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101416769937386306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first cheque!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvgjRdWq4I/AAAAAAAAAZE/3KvnbnO7GKo/s1600-h/Pix004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvgjRdWq4I/AAAAAAAAAZE/3KvnbnO7GKo/s400/Pix004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101417899513785218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvdshdWqwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/LeNU-UmRnbI/s1600-h/Pix005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvdshdWqwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/LeNU-UmRnbI/s400/Pix005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101414759892691714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok. Technically, this didnt happen in the last two weeks. This happened i think more than a month ago. Yup, i queued up for 3 hours at the most famous donut shop in singapore. I have absolutely no idea why. And let me tell you, it isnt worth the 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvfchdWqxI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JolLcgrjPgo/s1600-h/01082007153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvfchdWqxI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JolLcgrjPgo/s400/01082007153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101416684038040338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A quiet day in Shogun. Carved by the sushi chef. Oh, and i had rambutan and mango sushi. Sounds disgusting doesnt it. But, surprisingly, the rambutan one was really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvgfxdWq2I/AAAAAAAAAY0/HZ3hW_rYRnE/s1600-h/Pix000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvgfxdWq2I/AAAAAAAAAY0/HZ3hW_rYRnE/s400/Pix000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101417839384243042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cooked steak for shaun. Looks delicious right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvffxdWqzI/AAAAAAAAAYc/KBHSQh6Xz64/s1600-h/Pix002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvffxdWqzI/AAAAAAAAAYc/KBHSQh6Xz64/s400/Pix002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101416739872615218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stayed over in Ph's house and we went out for supper. Huge ass Roti Tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvfjhdWq1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/SnDig-PPe4Q/s1600-h/Pix004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvfjhdWq1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/SnDig-PPe4Q/s400/Pix004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101416804297124690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heh, free dessert(supposedly) in chillis, after they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;made me wait for 20 minutes after they forgot my oder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gave me a medium raw steak when i ordered medium well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sending back a burnt steak ( chao tah seems much more apt) , while still leaving the inside of the steak medium raw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And so, after complaining to the manager, i got the steak free. =)  Oh. and i already ate half of the steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rsvi2xdWq5I/AAAAAAAAAZM/U1eBRLEiX8U/s1600-h/Flame+Grilled+Rib+Eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rsvi2xdWq5I/AAAAAAAAAZM/U1eBRLEiX8U/s400/Flame+Grilled+Rib+Eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101420433544489874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was supposed to look like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised the past few photos were all of food. Gasp, no wonder i feel my pants tightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rsvi3BdWq6I/AAAAAAAAAZU/c8h0XeEORFs/s1600-h/09082007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rsvi3BdWq6I/AAAAAAAAAZU/c8h0XeEORFs/s400/09082007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101420437839457186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok. Ph and I were in Sunway and we decided to dress each other up as ridiculously as possible. This was his attempt, which i think is quite nice actually. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is mine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvggxdWq3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/xQbj-xMSAnU/s1600-h/Pix014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvggxdWq3I/AAAAAAAAAY8/xQbj-xMSAnU/s400/Pix014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101417856564112242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvdrBdWqvI/AAAAAAAAAX8/drnodKr3Vwk/s1600-h/Pix015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvdrBdWqvI/AAAAAAAAAX8/drnodKr3Vwk/s400/Pix015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101414734122887922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fountain in Bugis. I realised that singapore has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of fountains. Its everywhere! in Suntec, Esplanade, Clarke Quay, Vivo City. Ironic for a country that doesnt have a lot of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo City with Ph, when he came over to singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvdpRdWquI/AAAAAAAAAX0/JWua5L6DL0U/s1600-h/Pix023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvdpRdWquI/AAAAAAAAAX0/JWua5L6DL0U/s400/Pix023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101414704058116834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's something i dont do very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Island Creamery in Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvdmxdWqsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ACe2Q--Z_Ak/s1600-h/Pix016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvdmxdWqsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ACe2Q--Z_Ak/s400/Pix016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101414661108443842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look! I found the old photo we took when we were there! Bing! Are you reading this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvdoRdWqtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/dIwJK6DmL6U/s1600-h/Pix021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvdoRdWqtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/dIwJK6DmL6U/s400/Pix021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101414686878247634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and Ph is making this expression only because he looks like a girl if he smiles normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Thats it. I've finally updated. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;ps. Road trip to Penang!! PL1 go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-6673955503235852140?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6673955503235852140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=6673955503235852140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6673955503235852140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6673955503235852140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-so-long-since-ive-updated-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RsvfhhdWq0I/AAAAAAAAAYk/wxPouX5rm8s/s72-c/Pix001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-8122530317977158922</id><published>2007-08-13T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:59:29.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.</title><content type='html'>Im lazy enough to not blog, but yet i can still complete a tag. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Here Sukie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTION :Bold the statements that are true to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Italize the statements that you WISH are true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Leave the fibs alone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(247, 150, 70);"&gt;1) I miss somebody right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2) I do not watch tv these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;3) I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4) I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;5) I have tried marijuana. – You gotta experience EVERYTHING y’know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I have been in a threesome. – well.. maybe not everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;7) I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;8) I have changed mentally over the last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(146, 205, 220); font-weight: normal;"&gt;9) I curse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: normal;"&gt;10) I am totally smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(84, 141, 212);"&gt;11) I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;12) I am paranoid sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;13) I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. – why not? Lipo sounds good.save the time i take to exercise. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(148, 54, 52);"&gt;14) I need money right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- uk, uk, uk! Why are u so expensive to live in. Someone give me money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;15) I love sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;16) I talk really, really fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;17) I have long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;i style=""&gt;i wish! I have hair that is no long yet not short so it curls everywhere! Damn!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(146, 208, 80); font-weight: normal;"&gt;19) I have at least one sibling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(146, 208, 80); font-weight: normal;"&gt;.- &lt;i style=""&gt;u’d feel the same way too if you had to play for all four people in monopoly or dai dee all alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;20) I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Fake Eyelashes for Prom!! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) I couldnt survive without Caller ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(247, 150, 70); font-weight: normal;"&gt;22) I like the way I look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;24) I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 51, 204); font-weight: normal;"&gt;25) I have a hidden talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 51, 204);"&gt;- you know, like burp the alphabet or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: normal;"&gt;26) I am always hyper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;27) I have a lot of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;28) I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: normal;"&gt;29) I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;30) I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.- EW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(178, 161, 199);"&gt;31) I love to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;32) Enjoy window shopping.- not more thn actually buying stuff of course.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) I would rather shop than eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;34) I dont hate anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;35) I am a pretty good dancer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) I am completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;37) I have a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;38) I believe in God.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(247, 150, 70);"&gt;39) I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(247, 150, 70);"&gt;why do you think i went to gym everyday in Kl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;41) I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.- kinda. Instead of passing out, i vomitted the whole way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;42) I have rejected someone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;43) I want to have children in the future.- I want a boy! They’re sooo cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;44) I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;45) I have called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;46) I am not allergic to anything.- im allergic to most anitibiotics, of all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;47) I have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;48) I am shy around members with the opposite sexs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;49) I have made a move on a friend, significant other or crush in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;50) I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) I own the South Park movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;52) I would die for my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;53) I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;54) I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;55) I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;56) Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;57) I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.- sometimes. But other times he’s just plain annoying. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;58) I am happy at this moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;59) I Ãƒm obsessed with girls/guys.&lt;br /&gt;60) I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;61) I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/b&gt;- who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;62) I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;63) I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;/i&gt;- NAVEL!! I WANT I WANT I WANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-style: normal;"&gt;64) I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;65) I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;66) I love sea turtles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;68) Plan on achieving a major goal dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;69) I am proficient in a musical instrument.- isnt the saxaphone so damn sexy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;70) I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;71) I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;72) I think water rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;73) I went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;74) I like sausages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;- No matter what por hai says about them full of ground up intestines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;75) I love kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;76) I fall for the worst people.- true for jac, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(247, 150, 70);"&gt;77) I adore bright colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;78) I cant live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;80) I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;81) I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-style: normal;"&gt;82) I can whistle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;83) I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;84) I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;85) I still have every journal I've written in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 176, 80);"&gt;86) I can stick to a diet.- But its just so damn hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87) I talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;88) I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(196, 188, 150);"&gt;89) I have jazz in my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;90) Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;91) I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;92) I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93) I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;94) I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.-&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I dont cosplay. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;95) I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;96) I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;97) I am an artist.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;98) I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99) I like a person of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(95, 73, 122); font-weight: normal;"&gt;100) I love being happy.- do you like being sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-8122530317977158922?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8122530317977158922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=8122530317977158922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/8122530317977158922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/8122530317977158922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-127707664842403826</id><published>2007-08-13T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:24:05.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know why im so lazy to blog these days. I just dont have the mood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-127707664842403826?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/127707664842403826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=127707664842403826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/127707664842403826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/127707664842403826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-dont-know-why-im-so-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-2867108502612304668</id><published>2007-07-30T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:27:01.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. News on why i havent blogged. Well, my laptop exploded. yes. Its sad but true. It exploded, or well not the laptop exactly but my adaptor. See, the wires in my original adaptor broke because i thought i was clever enough to cut through the rubber to twist the wires into a position that was tight enough so my laptop wouldnt shut down everytime i moved the adaptor. So yes, i twisted and twisted until the wires broke. So i went to buy a new adaptor for laptops. and well, i got so engrossde in using the laptop tht i didnt realise it had been on for more than 12 hours. so while i was using, there was a sudden loud bang! and there was smoke coming out of the adaptor. and i guess the explosion got transmitted into my laptop. So yea. my laptop is now spoilt. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-2867108502612304668?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2867108502612304668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=2867108502612304668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/2867108502612304668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/2867108502612304668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-5718185248351981357</id><published>2007-07-23T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:21.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally back from perhentian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 5 days of non-stop, i guess its time to finally have a good nights rest. Then will have to go Cameron Highlands with Shaun and his family on the 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im black and exhausted now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exams, the first thing we did, was to go to 1u to catch Ocean's 13. ( I LOVE you Mr. Pitt)&lt;br /&gt;after everyone else went home, Me, Por Hai, Jac and Ngai Chun went house-hopping.First over to my house to get my luggage, Por Hai's place to play tricks on people(Jac) and play the piano( Me) and to annoy people(Jac). Den over to Mamak for teh(ahhh, im gonna miss mamak so much. Its such an integral part of KL life. I guess i really like the feeling of just sipping teh tarikh, and talking crap with good friends. Aint that the life! lol, digressing), To Jacs house to bathe and play dai di( Oh, and i LOVE dai di too!), and to stalk a guy jac said looked like brad pitt, and lastly to Chun's house for Gin Rummy. Slept only at 8am. So tired that i just dropped dead beside por hai till 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was like another day wasted.AND i still had to pack for perhentian and to do my last-minute shopping for PROM! AND to shave. But before i could finish shaving, por hai came over, and it was time to go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what we had for dinner after gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDnaUybTnI/AAAAAAAAAWc/FfSNk7zYDGg/s1600-h/Pix011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDnaUybTnI/AAAAAAAAAWc/FfSNk7zYDGg/s400/Pix011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089322018371489394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. i ate half a watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HORROR of rushing around to do makeup and hair. Now i know how models must feel when they're rushed for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to run to SASA for make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was the end result.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rnk4cdnZjpI/AAAAAAAAARc/1zmGuUuU8Zg/s1600-h/Me+and+Jac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rnk4cdnZjpI/AAAAAAAAARc/1zmGuUuU8Zg/s400/Me+and+Jac.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078152116474318482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so horrified when i saw the fake eyelashes. So LONG! and with REALLY REALLY THICK silver eyeshadow. Looked like a drag queen. But in the end they took off some of it, so it turned out ok.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then PH drove me to this home salon thing, where the both of us did our hair. So the both of us got glitter on our hair.. *whee*! But, too rushed for time so no photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDk-UybTjI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-C1GooE0uWU/s400/IMG_0462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089319338311896626" border="0" /&gt;That's me and my prom date, complete with glitter on our hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDnZ0ybTlI/AAAAAAAAAWM/bUhOtpLy6fE/s1600-h/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDnZ0ybTlI/AAAAAAAAAWM/bUhOtpLy6fE/s400/IMG_0449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089322009781554770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And thats aizad, lookingb all handsome. Stacy better not see this photo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDk9kybTgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/830YAQOB2fQ/s1600-h/IMG_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDk9kybTgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/830YAQOB2fQ/s400/IMG_0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089319325426994690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok.. i like this photo cause joshua looks REALLY weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDk90ybThI/AAAAAAAAAVs/OZahfzrYjig/s1600-h/IMG_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDk90ybThI/AAAAAAAAAVs/OZahfzrYjig/s400/IMG_0444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089319329721962002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And.. more camwhoring with  us girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDk-0ybTkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/UpZZ2vYgUd0/s1600-h/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDk-0ybTkI/AAAAAAAAAWE/UpZZ2vYgUd0/s400/IMG_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089319346901831234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoever said  guys dont like to camwhore has never seen this photo. and honda is the best specimen for the male camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDk-UybTiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/p26xeyXRb4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDk-UybTiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/p26xeyXRb4Q/s400/IMG_0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089319338311896610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok.. what you dont see in this picture is are all the hairpins holding back ph's (or his dad's) coat. Hilarious to see him wear his oversized coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got stopped from photo-taking and ushered into the ballroom where it was time to eat. Food was okay, not great. You could see people ignoring the food and the mcs cause they were all busy taking photos. And so were we. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDnaEybTmI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6CKugzvZ74E/s1600-h/Wei+chek+and+Girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDnaEybTmI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6CKugzvZ74E/s400/Wei+chek+and+Girls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089322014076522082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went clubbing at The Loft. Where me and Chao Ying got kinda plastered. But hey, whats fun without getting a bit high ( ok, very high) Reached home at 3.30 am, so by the time the twins and i bathed and got ready, it was time for su cheng to fetch us to LCCT.We were going to act really really drunk ( as opposed to being a little drunk) just to see peilin's reaction, cause she told us that she would screw us gao gao if we got too drunk to get onto the plane. But it the end, the both of us were just too tired to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that whole day, the 3 of us really felt unwell. The twins were really sleepy and i kept wanting to puke. Riding on a boat through choppy waters didnt make it any better. Only recuperated after sleeping it off a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBFIdnZkEI/AAAAAAAAAU0/imawOR1WToA/s1600-h/pulau+perhentian+trip+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBFIdnZkEI/AAAAAAAAAU0/imawOR1WToA/s400/pulau+perhentian+trip+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080136391365070914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch ( oh! i do love the buffet at perhentian. I love buffet.), we went snorkeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA9wdnZjrI/AAAAAAAAARs/b27ucJR9SKE/s1600-h/DSC01655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA9wdnZjrI/AAAAAAAAARs/b27ucJR9SKE/s400/DSC01655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080128282466815666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, not missing out on the opportunity to camwhore first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. the corals were just so beautiful.AMAZING. But, cause baby couldnt swim, Pei lin and i had to become taxis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day, we had nothing to do but to relax and walk around to discover the whole island. and by saying discover the island, i mean scout the place for hot caucasians which we saw a few. And next, proceeded to stalk them, which me and jac did by jumping into the sea, and pretended to swim nonchanlantly, while inching closer to the hot angmohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, but we stopped when we thought the angmohs were getting suspicious, and so we swam back to where the others were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we found them doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBFItnZkFI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bLu0fNHOIF0/s1600-h/pulau+perhentian+trip+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBFItnZkFI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bLu0fNHOIF0/s400/pulau+perhentian+trip+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080136395660038226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes. Giving Xiang Hong breasts and a dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBDudnZkDI/AAAAAAAAAUs/10HXnr7R_mU/s1600-h/DSC06278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBDudnZkDI/AAAAAAAAAUs/10HXnr7R_mU/s400/DSC06278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080134845176844338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our proud creation. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing though, we missed out on quite a lot of stuff. Although the guide said it was 99% guaranteed that we would see sharks and turtles, we saw neither. The next day, the current was too strong to see either. So cause the snorkeling trip to turtle point was cancelled, Me, Pei Lin, Twins, Baby, Xiang Hong and Por Hai went scuba diving for 130 bucks. But it was so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA9w9nZjuI/AAAAAAAAASE/okGvYdNleG4/s1600-h/DSC01663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA9w9nZjuI/AAAAAAAAASE/okGvYdNleG4/s400/DSC01663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080128291056750306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's us getting ready to snorkel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA9xdnZjvI/AAAAAAAAASM/y6pRiM1UYsA/s1600-h/DSC01676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA9xdnZjvI/AAAAAAAAASM/y6pRiM1UYsA/s400/DSC01676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080128299646684914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we just cant escape from the clutches of technology, even in a place surrounded by the ocean. Yup, we got so bored waiting for our turn, we started playing solitaire on the instructor's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA-yNnZjxI/AAAAAAAAASc/XNW1Asj4_VI/s1600-h/DSC01686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA-yNnZjxI/AAAAAAAAASc/XNW1Asj4_VI/s400/DSC01686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080129412043214610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally our turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA-x9nZjwI/AAAAAAAAASU/SGeu7tFYC1o/s1600-h/DSC01687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA-x9nZjwI/AAAAAAAAASU/SGeu7tFYC1o/s400/DSC01687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080129407748247298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Por hai, with his pink flippers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touched Nemo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqEDWkybTpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/1NCHOhLFSFM/s1600-h/nemo__01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqEDWkybTpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/1NCHOhLFSFM/s400/nemo__01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089352740272557714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Sea cucumbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best was the yellow box fish. Cuteness! its was shaped like a box ( as you can see from the name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqEDXUybTqI/AAAAAAAAAW0/mZJpc3KyxiA/s1600-h/Yellow_Box_Fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqEDXUybTqI/AAAAAAAAAW0/mZJpc3KyxiA/s400/Yellow_Box_Fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089352753157459618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay. It doesnt look so cute here. But i swear! its cute in real life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing that came out of the cancellation of trip ( other than giving us the chance to go scuba diving), was that we had PLENTY of time to camwhore. and i mean PLENTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAGNnZj1I/AAAAAAAAAS8/eVVbpeZCouM/s1600-h/DSC01733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAGNnZj1I/AAAAAAAAAS8/eVVbpeZCouM/s400/DSC01733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080130855152226130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we started posing. Yes, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAGdnZj2I/AAAAAAAAATE/L1qQWM4g7KI/s1600-h/DSC01740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAGdnZj2I/AAAAAAAAATE/L1qQWM4g7KI/s400/DSC01740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080130859447193442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA-ydnZjyI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ws-KLzW0CZc/s1600-h/DSC01713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA-ydnZjyI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ws-KLzW0CZc/s400/DSC01713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080129416338181922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA-ytnZjzI/AAAAAAAAASs/ttAWoel0Bog/s1600-h/DSC01706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA-ytnZjzI/AAAAAAAAASs/ttAWoel0Bog/s400/DSC01706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080129420633149234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA-ytnZj0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/h7XICyC3LgE/s1600-h/DSC01717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA-ytnZj0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/h7XICyC3LgE/s400/DSC01717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080129420633149250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAGdnZj3I/AAAAAAAAATM/VEpOUmw16z8/s1600-h/DSC01742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAGdnZj3I/AAAAAAAAATM/VEpOUmw16z8/s400/DSC01742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080130859447193458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAGdnZj3I/AAAAAAAAATM/VEpOUmw16z8/s1600-h/DSC01742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAGdnZj3I/AAAAAAAAATM/VEpOUmw16z8/s400/DSC01742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080130859447193458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this picture, you see us posing happily right? What you dont see was what happened before the picture was taken. The knot on my bikini came undone and my whole bikini started to fall. Luckily i was holding my shirt, or i would have flashed a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. Did i say the second time? Lol, First time happened when me and por hai and pei lin were diving into the sea. After i dived and came up, i didnt realise, but my nipple was showing ( yes its disgusting). Fuck, well, at least only chao ying and pei lin saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAGtnZj4I/AAAAAAAAATU/P08YwrRTYb4/s1600-h/DSC01767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAGtnZj4I/AAAAAAAAATU/P08YwrRTYb4/s400/DSC01767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080130863742160770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes. Guys like to pose too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAGtnZj5I/AAAAAAAAATc/n_7nyOHvox8/s1600-h/DSC01782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAGtnZj5I/AAAAAAAAATc/n_7nyOHvox8/s400/DSC01782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080130863742160786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we like to butt in or kajiao people when others are taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA9wtnZjsI/AAAAAAAAAR0/w3LcBPbKAUs/s1600-h/DSC01657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA9wtnZjsI/AAAAAAAAAR0/w3LcBPbKAUs/s400/DSC01657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080128286761782978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Especially Por Hai. Irritating guy loves to kajiao people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh. People pose nice nice oleady wan, den this guy ar, any how any how splash water.  Aiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA9w9nZjtI/AAAAAAAAAR8/U_-UylvSTnY/s1600-h/DSC01658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoA9w9nZjtI/AAAAAAAAAR8/U_-UylvSTnY/s400/DSC01658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080128291056750290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? We had to take the photo again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got suitably bored of photo taking. ( and that tooka long time i assure you ), we wandered off and used our artistic abilities to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAxNnZj6I/AAAAAAAAATk/w4rCVVEY2vQ/s1600-h/DSC01797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAxNnZj6I/AAAAAAAAATk/w4rCVVEY2vQ/s400/DSC01797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080131593886601122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Artistic, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAxNnZj7I/AAAAAAAAATs/PqYM7fL3xew/s1600-h/DSC01798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAxNnZj7I/AAAAAAAAATs/PqYM7fL3xew/s400/DSC01798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080131593886601138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes. and aizad wanted to have his share too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, Most of us gathered at the restaurant to drink Ngai Chun's Vsop.  Its was actually supposed to be used as a punishment while playing cards, but as most of the guys wanted to drink it anyway, they churned out some illogical rules to make it so that the "winner" could drink more. Which was actually quite weird, so most of us left ( which i think made the rest very happy since they could drink more) and wandered off to watch a transsexual juggle fire, get our groove on to music on phones ( ph can wiggle his ass man) and to girl-talk/gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDnakybToI/AAAAAAAAAWk/NKLeBe1_28I/s1600-h/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDnakybToI/AAAAAAAAAWk/NKLeBe1_28I/s400/IMG_0496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089322022666456706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said guys dont like to pose should be shot if they still say so after these photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAxdnZj8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/zYVFmp3BcCM/s1600-h/DSC01804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAxdnZj8I/AAAAAAAAAT0/zYVFmp3BcCM/s400/DSC01804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080131598181568450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yea.. and we built sandcastles too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day came too soon. With only a few more moments to camwhore, we did the best we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBDuNnZj_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/qYWFcRdXvFY/s1600-h/DSC01821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBDuNnZj_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/qYWFcRdXvFY/s400/DSC01821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080134840881876978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats us comparing our tans. Im still darker even after she got tanned. Aint that sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBDuNnZkAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/rHLZ9ml-AJw/s1600-h/DSC01834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBDuNnZkAI/AAAAAAAAAUU/rHLZ9ml-AJw/s400/DSC01834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080134840881876994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally im taller than Pei Lin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBFI9nZkGI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2mqvc9giZoY/s1600-h/pulau+perhentian+trip+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBFI9nZkGI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2mqvc9giZoY/s400/pulau+perhentian+trip+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080136399955005538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBFI9nZkHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/6ckqYaIU-uM/s1600-h/pulau+perhentian+trip+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBFI9nZkHI/AAAAAAAAAVM/6ckqYaIU-uM/s400/pulau+perhentian+trip+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080136399955005554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBDuNnZkBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Hum8SSxSTnI/s1600-h/DSC01837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBDuNnZkBI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Hum8SSxSTnI/s400/DSC01837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080134840881877010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jac and I with XH posing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAxdnZj9I/AAAAAAAAAT8/wE8RLvg-MlQ/s1600-h/DSC01814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAxdnZj9I/AAAAAAAAAT8/wE8RLvg-MlQ/s400/DSC01814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080131598181568466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys being their usual gay selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAxtnZj-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/mgharobX2c8/s1600-h/DSC01816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBAxtnZj-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/mgharobX2c8/s400/DSC01816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080131602476535778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caught Red-Handed! (Naked-Bodied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBDudnZkCI/AAAAAAAAAUk/V-8LbNCt3FU/s1600-h/DSC01844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBDudnZkCI/AAAAAAAAAUk/V-8LbNCt3FU/s400/DSC01844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080134845176844322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An orgy of our gay guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqRculrFQnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/V2MjBL9_bIs/s1600-h/DSC01835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqRculrFQnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/V2MjBL9_bIs/s400/DSC01835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090295434292052594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More gay photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqRcuVrFQkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/wRLDkVfF8fg/s1600-h/DSC01833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqRcuVrFQkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/wRLDkVfF8fg/s400/DSC01833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090295429997085250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls want to participate in the action too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. i have no idea why we have this obsession with homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lots of things got lost that day. Pei Lin lost her phone, and i lost my spectacles, which ter-fell out i guess.  Guess i'll just have to be blind at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally we leave BuBu Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqRculrFQmI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2Vkbq_Nz71M/s1600-h/pulau+perhentian+trip+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqRculrFQmI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2Vkbq_Nz71M/s400/pulau+perhentian+trip+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090295434292052578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBFJNnZkII/AAAAAAAAAVU/gS-VxIdF110/s1600-h/pulau+perhentian+trip+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RoBFJNnZkII/AAAAAAAAAVU/gS-VxIdF110/s400/pulau+perhentian+trip+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080136404249972866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day gone. Time passes too fast la, i really love these guys. Can we have more time to talk crap, camwhore, laugh and cry together, go gym-ming? Sometimes i wish i could go to HELP with these guys too. Wanna go UK but i don want to at the same time. ( Hate these contrasting feelings. and i always get them. Always.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow should be my last day with them for 3 months. NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I dont want it to end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;This was written right after trip but only posted today because SOMEONE finally posted the photos recently. so yay! Finally!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-5718185248351981357?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5718185248351981357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=5718185248351981357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5718185248351981357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5718185248351981357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-back-from-perhentian.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RqDnaUybTnI/AAAAAAAAAWc/FfSNk7zYDGg/s72-c/Pix011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-7214056400302359387</id><published>2007-07-21T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T00:09:13.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i should be working on that DAMN catalogue. But.. man.. the internet is just so tempting right now. And i still havent finished reading my book. WHY WHY WHY did i take on so many jobs! Stupid Stupid Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another excuse. Princess finally sent me all the photos in her camera. so, that means i'll finally be able to blog about perhentian and prom. Yes Yes.. i know its like a month overdue. But hey! Better late than never. and yes sucheng, i'll put it up on multiply. =) i know u wanna blog about it too! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-7214056400302359387?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7214056400302359387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=7214056400302359387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7214056400302359387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7214056400302359387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-i-should-be-working-on-that-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-7036099330844503370</id><published>2007-07-11T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:22.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OMIGOD. I hate the stupid TMNET people. Blogging in a CC now and why? Because freaking TMNET is so fucking inefficient. After like what 2 weeks of endless calls, they tell me that they have to wait 2 weeks for them to fix a cabling problem. Fucking people are charging me for a service they cannot provide! ARGHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;been workin for a week now! For those who dont know, I've been working as a waitress in Shogun in JB, ( I just realised its not a branch of the one in KL, lol). ts been tiring but its kinda interesting, what with all the weird customers u meet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customer: Can you "打包" food back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Sorry, no.. Its a buffet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Customer: Oh, like that then means cannot 打包 but can 保打 right? ta bao go out means you will 保证 被人打.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Erm.. hahaha???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or you meet cheapskate people who say they want to tapao fish bones back for their cat but on the plate all you see is fish meat. And when u refuse to give them plastic bags, they take the placemats and wrap it up themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i read &lt;a href="http://www.waiterrant.net/"&gt;http://www.waiterrant.net/&lt;/a&gt;, and he complained about how he hated it when customers come in just before closing time, i never really understood. But now i do. I cannot, for the life of me, figure out why people come in at 10pm to eat a 58rm buffet. Aint that just a waste of money? and they linger over their food till its after closing time. and we're forced to watch them eat and talk even though its after hours. That's what i really hate.Even more than unreasonble customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people there weren't real friendly when i first came in. But i guess it just takes time to warm up. now we can conspire to eat leftover lambchops together while the boss isnt looking, or complain about cusomers togeher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. and i've got another job. Supposed o design a catalogue for Mrs Gan's husband. Whee.. pay a couple hundred bucks for simple work. Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been watching Las Vegas. Shaun introduced me to it. And im hooked. just loved the scene where delinda and danny kissed. OMIGOD. Perfect ending for the season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085962356906148242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RpT30ShmQZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/coJXIGHZUPY/s400/lsv_323_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*loves* i cant wait for the next season!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-7036099330844503370?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7036099330844503370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=7036099330844503370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7036099330844503370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7036099330844503370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/omigod.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RpT30ShmQZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/coJXIGHZUPY/s72-c/lsv_323_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-2493707458991512667</id><published>2007-07-02T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:49:10.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a job</title><content type='html'>wow.. its been long since i've blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i've got a job, i'll blog even less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i'll probably blog more, about asshole customers i'll meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna be a waitress at Shogun! Pay sucks but at least i'll have a pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and. i'll have absolutely no more social life.. Whoopee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-2493707458991512667?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2493707458991512667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=2493707458991512667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/2493707458991512667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/2493707458991512667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-got-job.html' title='I&apos;ve got a job'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-5734149110246336728</id><published>2007-06-26T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T14:44:05.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by Baby..Finally huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions&lt;br /&gt;Guys:&lt;br /&gt;1.What do you look at when you see a girl? The boobs or the butt?&lt;br /&gt;2.How do you feel about plus size women? Would you date her?&lt;br /&gt;3.Choose between your mom or you girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your place or mine tonight?&lt;br /&gt;5.There is a hot gal at the party? How would you approach her? Would you do it if you are already attached?&lt;br /&gt;6.Where or what would you with your hot date if you are on a budget?&lt;br /&gt;7.She has a stain on her shirt at her chest area. Would you tell her?&lt;br /&gt;8. She spends more time with her gay best fren that hang out wit you. Would you be jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gals:&lt;br /&gt;1.What turns you on? Guys in boxers or guys in brief or nothing at all?&lt;br /&gt;2.Would you buy flowers 4 a guy as a present?&lt;br /&gt;3.If your bf doesnt have a car, would you u drive him around?&lt;br /&gt;4.Hot guy in a party, would you approach him? If yes, how?&lt;br /&gt;5.Is size really that important?&lt;br /&gt;6.He is the guy of your dreams.Would you play hard to get?&lt;br /&gt;7.He is an hour late for your date. Would you still go out with him on that date or have a girls night out?&lt;br /&gt;8.You burped when you are kissing. How would you handle this situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans:&lt;br /&gt;1.Well, if im horny, i would say nothing at all.. But.. i like it when guys wear their boxers really really low... SEXY! =p&lt;br /&gt;2.Nope, guys dont appreciate flowers like we do.&lt;br /&gt;3. Heh, im doing that right now. But i dont wanna be a driver!&lt;br /&gt;5. Too little experience to know which is better..lol&lt;br /&gt;6. Y would i?&lt;br /&gt;7. Well, currently, im kinda used to it. Would be REALLY surprised if he turned up early.&lt;br /&gt;8. Oops..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-5734149110246336728?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5734149110246336728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=5734149110246336728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5734149110246336728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5734149110246336728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/tagged-by-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-8033773832850974911</id><published>2007-06-25T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:06:18.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back in JB at last. AND! with my connection working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember i told some of you that i was going to cameron highlands with shaun and his family, and my mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i THOUGHT i was going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, i ended up on a 10 hour bus ride to some spiritual hill in ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat the heck. i spent less than that amount of time in JB.&lt;br /&gt;( Reached home at 7pm + Went out at 4pm =  9hours.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do there but to sleep and eat, sleep and eat. The only consolation was that shaun was there, though he was too busy studying for his exam to layan me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*digression*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom just handed me a bowl of rambutans so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui2: Thanks! wah.. so nice ar, pluck rambutans for me&lt;br /&gt;Mom: No lah, i couldnt fit all inside the tupperware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in jac's words.."APU!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end digression*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at least i managed to pull him from his books at night to take a walk with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we saw FIREFLIES! ( lol.. so jakun right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and then the next day we took another 9hours bus ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.and it was such a con job. 210 per pax to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-8033773832850974911?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8033773832850974911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=8033773832850974911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/8033773832850974911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/8033773832850974911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-in-jb-at-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-3166002464858528439</id><published>2007-06-20T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:30:28.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. I just typed out my entry for the past few days. But i still have to wait for the photos to come. After all, whats a post without photos eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess i'll prob post it up within the next few days.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, here are the tags im supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#5f8e22;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#5f8e22;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#5f8e22;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#5f8e22;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things found in my Bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. CD-Rs and DVD-Rs&lt;br /&gt;b. Wallet&lt;br /&gt;c. Phone&lt;br /&gt;d. Palm Top&lt;br /&gt;e. Guitar and Piano Scores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things Found In My Wallet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Gym Card&lt;br /&gt;b. 40 Bucks ( till fri. Im so broke)&lt;br /&gt;c. Credit Card( Mom's lol)&lt;br /&gt;d. Rosary&lt;br /&gt;e.Coffee Bean Card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Favourite Things In My Room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. My mickey mouse Blanket&lt;br /&gt;b. My Comics and Books&lt;br /&gt;c. My Computer&lt;br /&gt;d. My Guitar&lt;br /&gt;e. Eyeore Shaun gave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things I Always Wanted To Do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Go Bungee Jumping&lt;br /&gt;b. Laying in the sand, hearing waves crash and chilling&lt;br /&gt;c. Backpacking around the world&lt;br /&gt;d. Shop till i drop&lt;br /&gt;e. Cook a Full Course Meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things I'm Currently Into.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Listening to Oldies&lt;br /&gt;b. Hustle adn other tv series&lt;br /&gt;c. Camwhoring&lt;br /&gt;d. Drinking Coffee in the middle of the night in Starbucks while reading  a book( Im doing that now!)&lt;br /&gt;e.Gin Rummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#5f8e22;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#5f8e22;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#5f8e22;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#5f8e22;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-3166002464858528439?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3166002464858528439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=3166002464858528439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/3166002464858528439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/3166002464858528439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-6476546352692610637</id><published>2007-06-15T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:11:08.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams over!</title><content type='html'>whee!!! exams over!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-6476546352692610637?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6476546352692610637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=6476546352692610637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6476546352692610637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6476546352692610637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/exams-over.html' title='exams over!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-7718502070543726987</id><published>2007-06-10T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:55:38.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want i want i want</title><content type='html'>Exams are made to torture students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont believe all the yarn they spin, saying its to test the student's ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Torture &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why else would they make us read the same texts over and over again. Gourge ourselves with chocolate and other yummy snacks, to satisfy cravings arising from stress. Fill ourselves with caffeine. Sleep at 3am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt the answer obvious now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do so many things.&lt;br /&gt;I want to shop&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to prom&lt;br /&gt;I want to see him&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk endlessly, and not about studies&lt;br /&gt;I want to go perhentian&lt;br /&gt;I want to sing karaoke&lt;br /&gt;I want to go clubbing&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Hustle, Family Guy, and other tv series&lt;br /&gt;I want to gossip&lt;br /&gt;I want to read books ( Fiction, not text)&lt;br /&gt;I want to camwhore&lt;br /&gt;I want to blog ( well, actually im doing that now)&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch movies&lt;br /&gt;I want to go online and chat on msn&lt;br /&gt;I want to relax with a cuppa starbucks&lt;br /&gt;I want so many things, but most of all, i just want to STOP studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-7718502070543726987?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7718502070543726987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=7718502070543726987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7718502070543726987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7718502070543726987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-want-i-want-i-want.html' title='i want i want i want'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-9197380639287188446</id><published>2007-05-21T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:22.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know why, but i just LURVE this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RlCJvkLntPI/AAAAAAAAARU/DYRsuxOmut0/s1600-h/P5180641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RlCJvkLntPI/AAAAAAAAARU/DYRsuxOmut0/s400/P5180641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066701031051080946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron's so cute here. Like a little puppy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-9197380639287188446?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9197380639287188446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=9197380639287188446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/9197380639287188446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/9197380639287188446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-dont-know-why-but-i-just-lurve-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RlCJvkLntPI/AAAAAAAAARU/DYRsuxOmut0/s72-c/P5180641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-1613104480536304732</id><published>2007-05-20T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:25.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that the emo post is over, its time to show the fun we had on our last day in college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_UyULns8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/B_k8kGMky80/s1600-h/DSC00424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_UyULns8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/B_k8kGMky80/s400/DSC00424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066502066691093442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though we're damn sad that its the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_VlULns-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/zCL36S8T_jo/s1600-h/Lauff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_VlULns-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/zCL36S8T_jo/s400/Lauff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066502942864421858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna show you the fun we had that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_WZULntBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0VSsu-7O3qs/s1600-h/Grp+Shot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_WZULntBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0VSsu-7O3qs/s400/Grp+Shot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066503836217619474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, This is Us. Well, some of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_UyELns7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/l48Dr8L4WMg/s1600-h/Coolness.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_UyELns7I/AAAAAAAAAO0/l48Dr8L4WMg/s400/Coolness.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066502062396126130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're a really cool bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_UykLns9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/f7Jhn6u-WVU/s1600-h/Raised+Brow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_UykLns9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/f7Jhn6u-WVU/s400/Raised+Brow.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066502070986060754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ehh, dont be skeptical la. We ARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_WZULntAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/52Nb6JWXSZ0/s1600-h/PL1+and+PB2+Girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_WZULntAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/52Nb6JWXSZ0/s400/PL1+and+PB2+Girls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066503836217619458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's why even other classes want to join our class.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_Wh0LntCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/A-5BhCiQFGM/s1600-h/Group+Shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_Wh0LntCI/AAAAAAAAAPs/A-5BhCiQFGM/s400/Group+Shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066503982246507554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;U see? Even a superhero like J-Man wants to be in our class, oh yea, and her sidekick clinton.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, you cant forget the princess! Royalty you know.Dont play play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its great though, that we were able to bond in such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_Zg0LntNI/AAAAAAAAARE/4m4HPjPkeQ0/s1600-h/Shortness%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_Zg0LntNI/AAAAAAAAARE/4m4HPjPkeQ0/s400/Shortness%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066507263601521874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are times when we have our differences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_UxkLns5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/bcwhr6WUa14/s1600-h/Blackboard+Dust.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_UxkLns5I/AAAAAAAAAOk/bcwhr6WUa14/s400/Blackboard+Dust.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066502053806191506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that happens, we dont mind getting down and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_YOkLntFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/y0nJHOgiQEI/s1600-h/PL+fFighter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_YOkLntFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/y0nJHOgiQEI/s400/PL+fFighter.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066505850557281362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we settle them in an uncivilized manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_YOELntDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2hsMxYibd6U/s1600-h/Famous+Ngai+Chun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_YOELntDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2hsMxYibd6U/s400/Famous+Ngai+Chun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066505841967346738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont mistake us for nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_YPELntHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/17GUTrrEk5k/s1600-h/CardSharks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_YPELntHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/17GUTrrEk5k/s400/CardSharks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066505859147215986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do other stuff too! As you can see, gambling is one of our favourite hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_ZgULntKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/8CoSS8oAbAE/s1600-h/CY,Me,SC2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_ZgULntKI/AAAAAAAAAQs/8CoSS8oAbAE/s400/CY,Me,SC2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066507255011587234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our favourite is definitely camwhoring. We spend most of our time doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_Y3ULntII/AAAAAAAAAQc/6QR8SGAaVVE/s1600-h/SuperHeroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_Y3ULntII/AAAAAAAAAQc/6QR8SGAaVVE/s400/SuperHeroes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066506550636950658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, we can still find time to save the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_Y3kLntJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/H78aBFpw98s/s1600-h/SuperHero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_Y3kLntJI/AAAAAAAAAQk/H78aBFpw98s/s400/SuperHero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066506554931917970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of J-Man , our resident superhero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_YOULntEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wVJWpz6IQY0/s1600-h/Asses.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_YOULntEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/wVJWpz6IQY0/s400/Asses.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066505846262314050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we still have time left over to work out our asses. and that's why they're so shapely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_ZgkLntMI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fi5SnnVF8Oo/s1600-h/Stupid+Face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_ZgkLntMI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/fi5SnnVF8Oo/s400/Stupid+Face.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066507259306554562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lecturers do give us a hell of a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_Ux0Lns6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/X1q0jeLoSsM/s1600-h/Bite+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_Ux0Lns6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/X1q0jeLoSsM/s400/Bite+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066502058101158818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we like to bite them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_bR0LntOI/AAAAAAAAARM/t2vVThk18w8/s1600-h/Chao+Ying+and+Mrs+Ong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_bR0LntOI/AAAAAAAAARM/t2vVThk18w8/s400/Chao+Ying+and+Mrs+Ong.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066509204926739682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we still love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_YO0LntGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dz7ae04hqMU/s1600-h/Kiss+Take+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_YO0LntGI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dz7ae04hqMU/s400/Kiss+Take+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066505854852248674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, we love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_ZgULntLI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yP0LWXYYBSE/s1600-h/Horny+Gays.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_ZgULntLI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yP0LWXYYBSE/s400/Horny+Gays.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066507255011587250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, even the guys do. But maybe a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_VlkLns_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/Qdqo6978D_g/s1600-h/Pix041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_VlkLns_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/Qdqo6978D_g/s400/Pix041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066502947159389170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna miss being the singaporean in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-1613104480536304732?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1613104480536304732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=1613104480536304732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1613104480536304732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1613104480536304732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-that-emo-post-is-over-its-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_UyULns8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/B_k8kGMky80/s72-c/DSC00424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-420119661387435445</id><published>2007-05-20T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T13:26:43.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-420119661387435445?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/420119661387435445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=420119661387435445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/420119661387435445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/420119661387435445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-6684479090090857281</id><published>2007-05-20T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:28.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest PL1,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe how fast time has passed. It seems like just 18 days rather than 18 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 1 and a half year has been great for me, and its all thanks to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, dont get too attached girl, its just 18 months. When you go uni, these people will just be a faint memory. But no, in this short time, we've bonded together, through laughter, tears and crazy antics. I'll always remember ( and im not just saying this) each and everyone of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_GEELnsvI/AAAAAAAAANU/0FpIV9mVQC4/s1600-h/Angel+and+Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_GEELnsvI/AAAAAAAAANU/0FpIV9mVQC4/s400/Angel+and+Me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066485878959354610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Aizad and Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This is the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;guy friend and girl could ever ask for. Thanks for being such a great listener and for driving me around. I'll always remember the good times we had, makaning and gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_GEkLnsxI/AAAAAAAAANk/2fDALDYg3aE/s1600-h/Choy+Ling+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_GEkLnsxI/AAAAAAAAANk/2fDALDYg3aE/s400/Choy+Ling+and+Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066485887549289234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choy Ling and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girly girl in the class who is damn ganas. I'll miss the way you scream at little things, like when cats come and when we try to mess up your hair. I'll miss hearing about how u hate the smell of dishwashing detergent, and so u use a chopstick to handle the sponge when u wash dishes ( if you ever do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_GE0LnsyI/AAAAAAAAANs/PhMomZXBd8Q/s1600-h/Pix037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_GE0LnsyI/AAAAAAAAANs/PhMomZXBd8Q/s400/Pix037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066485891844256546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chao Ying and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do if i never met you. I wouldnt have a partner to sing with, to go to musicals with and to talk about cartoons with. Remember our pact! Must come find me when we're both in UK. And we'll go watch plays together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_GE0LnszI/AAAAAAAAAN0/prqBdbEQ-zk/s1600-h/Me+and+Kappa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_GE0LnszI/AAAAAAAAAN0/prqBdbEQ-zk/s400/Me+and+Kappa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066485891844256562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue Ling and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i'll definitely miss about you will be your sarcarstic remarks. Thanks for exposing me to "stuff".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_J4ULns0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VjjVTLCwJdU/s1600-h/SuperHeroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_J4ULns0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/VjjVTLCwJdU/s400/SuperHeroes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066490075142402882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Lin and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'll definitely see you again. We have to work at celeb together! and then its one month of bunking in with you! This cutie pie never fails to entertain, with her crazy antics and random bursts into song. Thanks for making the weather cooler whenever you start to sing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_MDkLns1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/V9eoj8A7g-8/s1600-h/Pout.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_MDkLns1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/V9eoj8A7g-8/s400/Pout.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066492467439186770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Su Cheng, En Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su cheng Su cheng,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanted to take a solo photo with you, But that enli la! lol.=p. Its ok, we'll have plenty of time to camwhore it perhentian. I'll always remember you as the blur one who ALWAYS forgets her stuff. But then, it was you who found my wallet when i dropped it in the cinema, and saved me from losing 600 bucks. THANKS!  You're just the cutest thing EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_MD0Lns2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/FR_77z1oRk8/s1600-h/Me+and+Honda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_MD0Lns2I/AAAAAAAAAOM/FR_77z1oRk8/s400/Me+and+Honda.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066492471734154082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Honda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only reason why my chinese doesnt suck like hell now. Im going to miss your raised brow. Its too cool to forget. And the way you say " hou geng ah!" and when you purposely talk with the exaggerated malaysian chinese speaking english accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_MD0Lns3I/AAAAAAAAAOU/BQifqRIoR_U/s1600-h/Me+and+Por+Hai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_MD0Lns3I/AAAAAAAAAOU/BQifqRIoR_U/s400/Me+and+Por+Hai.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066492471734154098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por hai and Me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad that we weren't as close as we were before. I remember when you first talked to me.That was a few weeks into college, when we first had our law test, and you gave me tips. That first year, we were really close huh? What with the study sessions( more like talking sessions) and guitar lessons.It was easy, after finding a way to deal with your bitchiness and to counter your blackmailing by blackmailing you too. Im gonna miss you a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_MEULns4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/vRns653Pmsk/s1600-h/HH,Jac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_MEULns4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/vRns653Pmsk/s400/HH,Jac.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066492480324088706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac and Me.&lt;br /&gt;My dearest dearest jac. I dont know how to describe our friendship. Its like even a wink here, and a smile here, and we can know what each other is thinking of. I'll miss having you around, talking to you about everything under the sun, sharing both laughter and tears. You know i'll always be there for you and that i love you VERY VERY VERY much. I thank god for the moment i decided to come over and introduce myself to u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe that i wanted so much to go back to singapore during the first few months of college. Now i know, i'll never regret that choice to come to Taylor's, and its all because of you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-6684479090090857281?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6684479090090857281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=6684479090090857281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6684479090090857281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6684479090090857281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/dearest-pl1-i-cant-believe-how-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rk_GEELnsvI/AAAAAAAAANU/0FpIV9mVQC4/s72-c/Angel+and+Me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-1455418540685119773</id><published>2007-05-17T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T02:13:49.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm, i did this tag before, but i'll do it again. Just for you la, baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name 20 people off the top of your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shaun&lt;br /&gt;2. Chao Ying&lt;br /&gt;3. Su Cheng&lt;br /&gt;4. Yan Ling&lt;br /&gt;5. Jaclyn&lt;br /&gt;6. Brian&lt;br /&gt;7. Beng Kai&lt;br /&gt;8. Sue Ling&lt;br /&gt;9. Por Hai&lt;br /&gt;10. Pei Lin&lt;br /&gt;11. Saran&lt;br /&gt;12. Sukie&lt;br /&gt;13. Li Yhee&lt;br /&gt;14. Sze 2&lt;br /&gt;15. Hon Chang&lt;br /&gt;16. Choy Ling&lt;br /&gt;17. Hong Ta&lt;br /&gt;18. Aizad.&lt;br /&gt;19. Fern&lt;br /&gt;20. Li Bing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you meet 14? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Err, Sec 1 i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if you have never met 1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wont have someone to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hah, i'll encourage. She needs people to bitch with. Though i think she'll have too much competition. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever like 19?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Im not a lesbian, but if i were, i would definitely like her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ewww, gayness.But can play dota together la. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bao Bao,Cute, Forgetful, Likes kittens. will get knocked over by car one day. (touchwood! &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- haha, reserving my comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me something about 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Future plastic surgeon. A real gentleman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know any of 12's family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's 18's favourite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hahaha.. Checking out pretty girls. and brownies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is 9 going out with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dunno la, too many for him to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old is 16 now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 18 going to 19 in Oct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you talked to 13?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wow so long ago. a month ago maybe? and that was on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's 2's favourite band/singer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eh, she told me this once.. but i forgot. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you date 4? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cant! Im not a les!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 15 single? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nope, hes very much in lurrve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's 10's last name? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ng, thats such a boring question! ( this is the exact same answer i gave when i did this last time. Peilin was no 15 last time too! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 13? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nah, i'll get dumped within 3 days. The Love Doctor has so many exes and none of them has lasted for more than 3 mth. 1 ex only lasted for a wk. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which school does 3 go to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My School! Taylor's University College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jalan Wakaf, Johor Bahru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your favourite thing about 5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- she and i can talk about almost anything under the sun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-1455418540685119773?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1455418540685119773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=1455418540685119773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1455418540685119773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1455418540685119773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmm-i-did-this-tag-before-but-ill-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-3364506739908106239</id><published>2007-05-17T01:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:29.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fair Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RktFMkLnsuI/AAAAAAAAANM/kT-EBJg58uo/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RktFMkLnsuI/AAAAAAAAANM/kT-EBJg58uo/s400/DSC00395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065218288081416930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fair Lady was absolutely mind-blowingly fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RktElULnssI/AAAAAAAAAM8/FMY83KdbNLk/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RktElULnssI/AAAAAAAAAM8/FMY83KdbNLk/s320/DSC00401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065217613771551426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, there was one part that sucked. and that was just because they cut out the scene after harry announced that she was a fraud. Oh my god. There was a delay of about 1hr, so the thing ended around 11.20 instead of 10.30. Its the first time i ever felt thankful for a delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RktElULnsrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AID9Gxzh8Lw/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RktElULnsrI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AID9Gxzh8Lw/s320/DSC00398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065217613771551410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute detail was played to the fullest, each actor doing their best, every little move they made just showcased their personality fantastically. Even when it wasnt their scene, they stayed in character. So unlike that other play i watched with chao ying. That's the difference between a 245 rm and a 50 rm play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just glad we decided to get the most expensive seats. By squinting, you could even make out the details of eliza and higgins face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh.. and the music.. *swoon*. The live orchestra beats anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, i just cant get over how good it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RktElkLnstI/AAAAAAAAANE/bZgCfBB0LKs/s1600-h/Pix031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RktElkLnstI/AAAAAAAAANE/bZgCfBB0LKs/s320/Pix031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065217618066518738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-3364506739908106239?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3364506739908106239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=3364506739908106239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/3364506739908106239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/3364506739908106239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-fair-lady.html' title='My Fair Lady'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RktFMkLnsuI/AAAAAAAAANM/kT-EBJg58uo/s72-c/DSC00395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-1700879436113861628</id><published>2007-05-17T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T01:47:49.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pl106.multiply.com/photos/photo/12/17"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pl106.multiply.com/photos/photo/12/17" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pl106.multiply.com/photos/photo/12/8"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pl106.multiply.com/photos/photo/12/8" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pl106.multiply.com/photos/photo/12/17"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pl106.multiply.com/photos/photo/12/17" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pl106.multiply.com/photos/photo/12/10"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pl106.multiply.com/photos/photo/12/10" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pl106.multiply.com/photos/photo/12/10"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pl106.multiply.com/photos/photo/12/10" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pl106.multiply.com/photos/photo/12/8"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pl106.multiply.com/photos/photo/12/8" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pl106.multiply.com/photos/photo/12/17"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pl106.multiply.com/photos/photo/12/17" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh MY GOD, can i just quit a levels now and join the theatre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fair Lady was absolutely mind-blowingly fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually, there was one part that sucked. and that was just because they cut out the scene after harry announced that she was a fraud. Oh my god. There was a delay of about 1hr, so the thing ended around 11.20 instead of 10.30. Its the first time i ever felt thankful for a delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute detail was played to the fullest, each actor doing their best, every little move they made just showcased their personality fantastically. Even when it wasnt their scene, they stayed in character. So unlike that other play i watched with chao ying. That's the difference between a 245 rm and a 50 rm play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just glad we decided to get the most expensive seats. By squinting, you could even make out the details of eliza and higgins face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh.. and the music.. *swoon*. The live orchestra beats anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-1700879436113861628?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1700879436113861628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=1700879436113861628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1700879436113861628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1700879436113861628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-my-god-can-i-just-quit-levels-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-6704269092393287386</id><published>2007-05-13T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:51:35.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>Ok.. Tag by suk yein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, its your fault im not studying ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 142, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips of an Angel - Hinder.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, right. Well, i dont feel like cheating on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the world to change- John Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe, if the world changes. But, i wont wait. I'll change it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the Ocean - Blue October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This doesnt make any sense. Its about this guy sinking into the ocean. Or suicide. Or something, i dont know. Hope my friends dont want me to die or view me as a suicidal person though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Girls- Bethany Joy Lenz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If i ever am as crazy in love as she is. Then yes, probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuo Diao-  Alex To.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hahahahaha!!!! My best friend's theme song is a stripper song. Hahahah!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. but guess this is supposed to be in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Savin' Me - Nickleback&lt;br /&gt;Dont think she's gonna need any saving. It soo not her type of song anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before He Cheats - Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Omigod, i hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was high school like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the heartache ends - Rob Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahaha.. Kind of, But i did love Riverside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing for you - Camp Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a singer? Can't. It'll rain everyday then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the best thing about your friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beep - Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. They can joke around and talk about 'hamsup' guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how guys " only want only want my ah ah ah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Italic" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 142, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's in store for this weekend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel to you, Devil to me  - The Click 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll see a girl with ruby red lips and a rude attitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe your grandparents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterglow- INXS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they do glow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How's your life going?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Public Affair - Jessica Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not like that. I cant go out at all.Stuck at home studying. Party's defnitely stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know - Keane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lol. I am going somewhere only i will know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow - Aslyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bright and Colorful like a rainbow. Definitely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 142, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Here - BB Mak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im not in misery ok. Im not alone either. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of you - Boyzone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a picture of me in their minds. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be there when i needed somebody&lt;br /&gt;You'll be there, the only one who could help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I didnt know my friends held me in such high regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 142, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about the money - Meja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They only like me for my money? But i dont have any!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you make yourself happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordplay - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By playing with words? HUH??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All about you - McFly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, Its definitely going to be all about me. I'll put myself as the first piority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now - Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When im happy i guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song should you strip to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady - Lenny Kravitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooh. This is a real cool song to strip to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" She's divine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does your mum think of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Changes Everything- Climie Fisher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe her love changes the way she thinks about me? I dont know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your mortal enemy's theme song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room on the third floor - Mcfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Er.. she/he lives on the third floor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's just senseless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your personality like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's Crying Now - Saving Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be like her. She's so strong. Just save your tears for someone who's worth it eh? Dont waste your time over anyone who's not worth it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#5f8e22;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 142, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will be played at your wedding?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep and Meaningless- Rooster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No way Hosay, I dont want my love to be meaningless. And, anyway, its kinda like a breakup song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#5f8e22;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; Rules are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn’t make  sense. No cheating.&lt;br /&gt;4. With the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 142, 34);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag erm..whoever. I like to break the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My god, Sukie, look at what you made me do! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-6704269092393287386?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6704269092393287386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=6704269092393287386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6704269092393287386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6704269092393287386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-5940778034532622631</id><published>2007-05-13T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:30.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for my beloved beloved mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RkchtvmsGuI/AAAAAAAAALk/SM9WscYF_9Q/s1600-h/Pix025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RkchtvmsGuI/AAAAAAAAALk/SM9WscYF_9Q/s320/Pix025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064053375757982434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe in just one special day for mothers.&lt;br /&gt;After all, its not just that one day mothers are special.&lt;br /&gt;Its not just that one day mothers should feel appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day and every moment, mothers should feel loved by their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go now, go tell your mom that you love her. Go tell her thanks for everything she has done for you. Go give her a hug, a kiss.. anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mom, for that 9 hard months you suffered, just to bring me into this world. Never giving up, even after 2 miscarriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making our home a home, not merely a house to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for filling it with your unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, after all you have done, i've failed to tell you how grateful i am. Instead, i've returned your love with acts that hurt you, made you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for the time i screamed at you and said that you dont love me, and then threathened to run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for lying to you, numerous times, just to get out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for lying to you, even now. Telling you half-truths about shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for demanding material things that you couldnt afford to give, and complaining about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for turning a deaf ear, when you try to give me advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for feeling embarrassed when you try to show me affection in public during my tween years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for not being there when dad passed away, not being there when you needed me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, im sorry for not telling you how much i love you, each and every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rkchw_msGyI/AAAAAAAAAME/3qnz44vzLTM/s1600-h/Pix022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rkchw_msGyI/AAAAAAAAAME/3qnz44vzLTM/s320/Pix022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064053431592557346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, i celebrated an early Mother's Day for mom at Eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how much the place has changed. It even looks like a really underdeveloped version of clarke quay. And thats saying a lot, considering the standards of Johor Bahru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rkchv_msGwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bXQwPggdIOc/s1600-h/Pix024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rkchv_msGwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bXQwPggdIOc/s320/Pix024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064053414412688130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we had drinks at Dolce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RkchwfmsGxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uHDHYRkTorA/s1600-h/Pix026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RkchwfmsGxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uHDHYRkTorA/s320/Pix026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064053423002622738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It supposed to be : smart,sexy, smooth, lush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wasnt smooth when the bartender set the table on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result was a half empty Flaming Lamborghini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RkchuvmsGvI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ff4Un3mbE00/s1600-h/Pix023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RkchuvmsGvI/AAAAAAAAALs/Ff4Un3mbE00/s320/Pix023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064053392937851634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too sweet for my taste though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RkcoCfmsGzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/s2rvtc8IUJo/s1600-h/Pix020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RkcoCfmsGzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/s2rvtc8IUJo/s320/Pix020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064060329310034738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy below too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RkcoT_msG1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/nWtsLHmLn_Q/s1600-h/PDVD_025.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RkcoT_msG1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/nWtsLHmLn_Q/s320/PDVD_025.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064060629957745490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RkcoCvmsG0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/sQyfxjfp_dc/s1600-h/PDVD_005.BMP"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RkcoCvmsG0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/sQyfxjfp_dc/s320/PDVD_005.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064060333605002050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt he just delicious?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-5940778034532622631?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5940778034532622631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=5940778034532622631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5940778034532622631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5940778034532622631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RkchtvmsGuI/AAAAAAAAALk/SM9WscYF_9Q/s72-c/Pix025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-4215541613807279404</id><published>2007-05-09T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:43:14.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sucks</title><content type='html'>I want to blog, but i dont know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and the freaking landlord stole from me again. First my palmtop, then break my laptop, now steal my bittergourd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to cook that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea why i didnt move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more month! Just TAHAN! ( see.. i know malay! xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have just been sucky. series of bad things happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I really feel for her. I know how it feels when you think you're going to lose someone important to you, and let me tell you, it sucks like anything. and when i say suck, i mean its worse than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stepping into a pile of dogshit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then finding a cockroach in your food,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then getting robbed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just when you thought you were lucky cause your ipod/wallet/handphone wasnt inside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the robber came back and took that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you thought things couldn get any worse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you find out you put on 6 kg, and none of your clothes can fit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's what i mean by sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway girl, if you happen to read this. Know that i'll always be there if you ever need someone to whine to or just to be there for you. My ear tolerance is very very good. Trained from many years of loud music.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-4215541613807279404?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4215541613807279404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=4215541613807279404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4215541613807279404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4215541613807279404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/sucks.html' title='sucks'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-1425978050122799355</id><published>2007-05-07T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T02:08:21.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someones gotta be the man</title><content type='html'>Wobbly Cheesecake on the loose. Watch out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. what a failure. And to think i wanted to make one for mother's day. First, it got kinda burnt on the top. So i had to scrape the burnt parts off. Then, after setting it for 2 hrs, i found out that the sides were all wobbly. So had to chill it in the refrigerator. Kinda costly for it to fail just like that. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, taste-wise, its acceptable. Its just the physical factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt bear to throw it away either. So.. bad luck for you guys. Im bringing it to college tomorrow and im gonna force it down your throats. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching the game between Arsenal and Chelsea. Damn, i wanted chelsea to win so there could be a grand final match between man u and chelsea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aizad wanted all of us to wear red, but i dont have any red shirts!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its ok, i'll be blue tomorrow. Someone's gotta be there for Chelsea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-1425978050122799355?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1425978050122799355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=1425978050122799355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1425978050122799355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1425978050122799355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/someones-gotta-be-man.html' title='Someones gotta be the man'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-4187418127305840118</id><published>2007-05-06T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:30.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>80 Things You Might Not Know About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;chloe (my english name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How big is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Queen. Coz im One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you kiss her - jesse mccartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the last 4 digits in your&lt;br /&gt;cellphone number?&lt;br /&gt;1215&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;bread dipped in coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;Jac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;Dont know.. im in my room right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to&lt;br /&gt;on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Yan Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the first thing u notice in&lt;br /&gt;the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Hair.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite type of Food.&lt;br /&gt;Eh... i uv all kinds of food. Im a foodie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children?&lt;br /&gt;yup. =) when im 29 or sth. I want twins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;yup. seldom though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever get so drunk you don't remember&lt;br /&gt;the entire night?&lt;br /&gt;I dont get drunk easily. try me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair color?&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour?&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contacts/glasses?&lt;br /&gt;contacts! i cant live without them! Greatest invention ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite holiday?&lt;br /&gt;Err..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Season?&lt;br /&gt;Autumn. So nice and cozy, with orange leaves ( yay! orange! =] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried over a girl/boy?&lt;br /&gt;yea. Its his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie you Watched?&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What books are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;Econs textbook, Law textbook. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercings?&lt;br /&gt;5, all on my ears though. I want a belly button piercing. i want i want i want! anyone knows of anyplace cheap to get it? range of 30-50 , tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movie?&lt;br /&gt;My Fair Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite college football Team?&lt;br /&gt;dont watch football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing before filling&lt;br /&gt;this out?&lt;br /&gt;Writing testimonials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any pets?&lt;br /&gt;yep, 2 dogs. I want a hedgehog though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs or cats?&lt;br /&gt;puppies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Flower?&lt;br /&gt;Forget me nots, Lavender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone?&lt;br /&gt;yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fired a gun?&lt;br /&gt;BB guns! They hurt, and thats part of the fun, xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to travel by plane?&lt;br /&gt;yup. I absolutely lurve airplane food. I know im weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed or Left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;rightie. but i use a knife with my left. and i can write with both hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go to any place right now&lt;br /&gt;where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;home..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;No, he can fuck off for all i care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;nah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;mornings?&lt;br /&gt;I would if i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you hiding something from someone?&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm..and its gonna stay hidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU 18?&lt;br /&gt;4 mths, 11 days 21hrs and 30 mins  till im of legal age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE WALLPAPER ON YOUR&lt;br /&gt;CELLPHONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RjzPffmsGtI/AAAAAAAAALc/jcuAkWxVOwE/s1600-h/Comic+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RjzPffmsGtI/AAAAAAAAALc/jcuAkWxVOwE/s200/Comic+14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061148221224262354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so emo isnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU GET ENOUGH SLEEP LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;8hrs should be enough i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THIS&lt;br /&gt;MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;OMG, im late for school! and then i realised it was a saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY AT YOUR&lt;br /&gt;BEDSIDE?&lt;br /&gt;alarm clock. But that's useless anyway. i keep snoozing it. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRILLED OR FRIED?&lt;br /&gt;grilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU UNIQUE?&lt;br /&gt;i am me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;yea.. when u get the feeling that ur really alone, or the creepy feeling and you feel that someones beside you when theres nobody at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE HANGOUT?&lt;br /&gt;The gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT?&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i've answered all these before. refer to previous tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE SONG?&lt;br /&gt;currently Everything-michael buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?&lt;br /&gt;refer to previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU A GIVER OR TAKER?&lt;br /&gt;Both i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;br /&gt;hui square, lao hui,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently muscle woman. i dont know y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUCK ON A DESERTED ISLAND &amp;amp; COULD&lt;br /&gt;TAKE ONE THING?&lt;br /&gt;a helicopter to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE T.V. COMMERCIAL?&lt;br /&gt;The heineken one with jennifer anniston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO'S YOUR CELL PHONE PROVIDER?&lt;br /&gt;Maxis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST THING YOU'LL SAVE IN A FIRE?&lt;br /&gt;My phone. On second thought, nah.. its spoilt too many times.&lt;br /&gt;Photo albums i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Orange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE THE THINGS YOU ALWAYS TAKE&lt;br /&gt;WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Phone, wallet, Palmtop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DID YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU WERE A&lt;br /&gt;KID?&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. ranging from firewoman/policewoman to lawyer to singer to stay at home mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU USUALLY DO WHEN THE CLOCK&lt;br /&gt;TURNS 11:11?&lt;br /&gt;" KEWL!!!! Its 11.11!" then i jump around and sing " yay, its 11:11 whee! all is good in the world now that its 11:11"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE COLOR OF YOUR BEDSHEEt?&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather you ask about my mickey mouse blanket. Its orange! the blanket that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;TO BED?&lt;br /&gt;" oh i wish i could do another survey! it just completes my life"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-4187418127305840118?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4187418127305840118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=4187418127305840118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4187418127305840118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4187418127305840118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/80-things-you-might-not-know-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RjzPffmsGtI/AAAAAAAAALc/jcuAkWxVOwE/s72-c/Comic+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-3614955447453356811</id><published>2007-05-04T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:49:56.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sense trouble brewing in paradise. Its too damn fast i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted a whole day today! Went 1u with the other PL1 peeps, with Clinton, Ron and his gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this, for SPIDERMAN 3. was actually going to watch it on tues with honda and his gang. But turned out, there was a data error with the booking system. Out of 24 tickets, we could only get 6 tckets. So.. not enough tickets..and none of us got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were damn noisy in the cinema, as were the people behind us. We could've made friends with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part, where spiderman was going to change his clothes, the girl behind me went " wah, ta yao qu huan yi fu ar? (wah, he going to go change his clothes ar?)" , so i went " ya lah!" hai, i should have said " no la, he's going to go toilet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part, Spiderman was kissing M.J, and the guy behind us went, " fat hao!" lol.. Me, Pei Lin and Jac immediately started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peilin and me were kinda on the same wavelength today. First, we both snatched honda's mashed potatoes ( mm.. so good!) when he said he was full. Second, when harry ( omg, he's so cute!) was going to say  " im the other guy" , we both said it at the same time before he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know what they say.. great minds think alike. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-3614955447453356811?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3614955447453356811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=3614955447453356811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/3614955447453356811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/3614955447453356811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-sense-trouble-brewing-in-paradise.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-2432374526829993268</id><published>2007-05-01T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T01:24:48.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blog surfing just now. and i just realised i got tagged... like really REALLY REALLY long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks baby for giving me stuff to do. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A for age&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I am 17 going on 18... i'll take care of you. ( Sound Of Music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B for Booze of Choice&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;eh. Screwdriver? Singapore Sling? I dont know.. maybe beer i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C for Career&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a superhero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D for your most Dreaded&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;being left in an empty room, with that high pitch sound ( u know, the one u get when there's absolute silence) forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E for Essential items you use everyday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;laptop, contact lenses( the best invention ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F for Favourite song of the moment&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Everything - Michael Buble ( " and you play it cool, and its kinda cute, oh baby when you smile at me you know exactly what you do, baby dont pretend you dont know its true, oh you can see it when i look at you)&lt;br /&gt;     AND&lt;br /&gt;Picture to Burn - Taylor Swift (" you can tell your friends that im obsessive and crazy, thats fine, i'll tell mine you're gay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G for favourite Game&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Games? erm. Hide and Seek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H for Hometown&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Johor Bahru. No, i am NOT a Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I for Indulgence&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Fudgy Chocolate Brownies, Warm Muffins, Hot Chocolate, Snuggling up to him when its cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J for favourite flavour of Juice&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Wheatgrass and Mixed Veggie. Choy Ling would scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K for Koo Kien Keat&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L for last hug by anyone&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Jac! *loves* But that was kinda a really really gay hug this afternoon. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M for Mother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;*loves* =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N for name of your crush:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O for Orgasms&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna give me one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P for Phobias:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Look at 'D'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q for Quote&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Im original, I dont quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R for biggest Regret&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Not telling him i love him every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S for Status&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Coupled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T for Time you wake up&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Ranges from 5am - 2 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U for Underwear&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Deprived of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V for Vegetable you love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Too many. I like weird vegetables that no one likes. Brinjals, Ladyfingers, Taugei, Smelly Salty Veg ( I dont know what that's called)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W for Worst habit&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Throwing things around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X for X movies you have watched&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;X movies i've watched? Wat the hell is that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y for Yummy food you make:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Fudgy Chocolatey Brownies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z for Zodiac sign:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Finally Done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-2432374526829993268?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2432374526829993268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=2432374526829993268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/2432374526829993268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/2432374526829993268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-surfing-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-5971919467399102831</id><published>2007-05-01T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T00:42:51.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was going to get a belly button piercing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all hyped up, been thinking abt it since god knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected it to cost like 50 bucks? I mean, how expensive can punching a hole in your skin be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no.... It cost 78 bucks. WHAT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.. couldnt go through with it, so yea.. im still bellybutton ring free. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-5971919467399102831?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5971919467399102831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=5971919467399102831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5971919467399102831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5971919467399102831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-was-going-to-get-belly-button.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-5482520541021815472</id><published>2007-04-29T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T23:18:07.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.. i realised i just wasted my 100th post on something totally worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a talk with aizad. *loves him &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;very very&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;much*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he made me realise that im way better off without him. and that the excuses he gave me were just crap +  shit + lame.  i dont need that kind of shit from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feelings are fading i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-5482520541021815472?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5482520541021815472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=5482520541021815472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5482520541021815472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5482520541021815472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-6692387364483505719</id><published>2007-04-29T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T14:19:53.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fixed</title><content type='html'>OK! fixed it!&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;*phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately it seems that a lot of things need fixing. My blog template, my computer, my relationship, my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's talk with him just left me physically and mentally tired. i dont know if i want to continue with this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know i dont know i dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-6692387364483505719?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6692387364483505719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=6692387364483505719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6692387364483505719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/6692387364483505719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/04/fixed.html' title='fixed'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-7040184758008290391</id><published>2007-04-27T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:03:42.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. my blog skin looks like crap now. but i have no time to fix it. So... wait for a day or two. and i promise it'll be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got tickets to MY FAIR LADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cost me 245 ringgit but it'll be worth it. I just know it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-7040184758008290391?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7040184758008290391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=7040184758008290391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7040184758008290391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7040184758008290391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-6021555120815400091</id><published>2007-04-26T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T01:51:36.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 things all men should know.</title><content type='html'>50 things all men should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Saying "I love you" immediately before, during, or following sex doesn't count.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Real men are comfortable doing girly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; I will leave if you lie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; You are cute in raglan-sleeved T-shirts (two-toned baseball undershirts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table&gt;                          &lt;/table&gt;                                                                              &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; I have PMS. Deal with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; I love it when you hug me from behind and whisper in my ear.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt; "Fine" is never an appropriate response when I ask you how I look.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt; Most of the time when I fantasize, it's about you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt; I'm terrified of becoming my mother, even though I admire her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt; I get turned on simply seeing that I have an e-mail from you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.&lt;/b&gt; I expect you to call me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.&lt;/b&gt; Only rock stars are allowed to wear leather pants.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;13.&lt;/b&gt; I'm scared of losing my independence.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;14.&lt;/b&gt; I'm more forgiving of you than I really should be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;15.&lt;/b&gt; Oral sex is your get-out-of-the-doghouse-free card. Manolo Blahnik shoes also do the trick.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;16.&lt;/b&gt; You did something bad. I seem cool with it. I'm not. (See directly above.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;17.&lt;/b&gt; If I'm not having sex with you, I'm... a. ...having a fat day. b. ...not feeling "connected" to you. c. ...blackmailing you to get something I want.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;18.&lt;/b&gt; Shoes determine whether you're fashionable or not.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;19.&lt;/b&gt; I have feminine wiles and im not afraid to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;20.&lt;/b&gt; When I compare my flabby tummy to a kangaroo pouch, say nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;21.&lt;/b&gt; A man I love plans the occasional fancy-schmancy dress-up date and impromptu weekend getaways, and he buys my favorite candy in advance when we're just going to the movies.  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;22.&lt;/b&gt; You look hot when you're dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;23.&lt;/b&gt; You should never tell me what to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;24.&lt;/b&gt; If I slept over, you owe me breakfast.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;25.&lt;/b&gt; My breasts love much licking and sucking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;26.&lt;/b&gt; If you ask me out directly, I will say yes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;27.&lt;/b&gt; I'm very impressed when you ask for my advice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;28.&lt;/b&gt; I'm unimpressed with a man who doesn't take the lead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;29.&lt;/b&gt; When in doubt, go with the shirt that matches your eye color.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;30.&lt;/b&gt; I want to be Kiera Knightly/ Jessica Alba/ Angelina Jolie/ ( Insert hot celebrity name here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;31.&lt;/b&gt; Women get urinary-tract infections easily, so watch (and wash) your fingers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;32.&lt;/b&gt; I'm in heaven when you hold my hand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;33.&lt;/b&gt; You're sexy when you're shaving, fixing things, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, driving, eating a peach, holding a baby.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;34.&lt;/b&gt; I need to hear how you feel about me. Often. Tell me now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;35.&lt;/b&gt; Surprises, especially gifts for moi = more loving.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;36.&lt;/b&gt; I want to be the best thing that ever happened to you--and for you to recognize this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;37.&lt;/b&gt; If I'm not feeling loved, I will start looking....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;38.&lt;/b&gt; Discussion of ex-gf's and ex-bf's should be avoided at all times.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;39.&lt;/b&gt; I like it when you tell me what you're thinking, even if you don't know yourself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;40.&lt;/b&gt; Celebrating our anniversary, even if it's only been a few months, earns major bonus points.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;41.&lt;/b&gt; I love it when you're sweaty.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;42.&lt;/b&gt; It's best to consult your gal pals for gift ideas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;43.&lt;/b&gt; A lady should always be greeted with kisses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;44.&lt;/b&gt; Avoid all excuses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;45.&lt;/b&gt; I love holding your bum in the palms of my hands.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;46.&lt;/b&gt; Even nice girls like hushed dirty talk in public.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;47.&lt;/b&gt; It's cheating as soon as you're doing something with her that you wouldn't want me to see, hear, read...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;48.&lt;/b&gt; For the record: I'd rather you break up with me than cheat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;49.&lt;/b&gt; I remember everything about our relationship.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;50.&lt;/b&gt; You should know all this and more with-out my telling you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table&gt; 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&lt;b&gt;"Who's Cryin' Now"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to say you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;You've been gone from here too long&lt;br /&gt;I hope you found what you were missing&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't miss you here at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's too bad that I'm not crying for you baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving my breath&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving my tears&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving my life for something&lt;br /&gt;Better than these years&lt;br /&gt;I've lost too much time&lt;br /&gt;Crying over you&lt;br /&gt;Don't look so surprised that I've&lt;br /&gt;Got better things to do&lt;br /&gt;Who's crying now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many nights I wasted&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for your call&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd wait forever?&lt;br /&gt;I guess you don't know me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told you if you left you would regret it&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I would take you back, but you don't get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something you should know&lt;br /&gt;I finally let you go&lt;br /&gt;It had to end somehow&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who's crying now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-1977551348298691094?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1977551348298691094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=1977551348298691094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1977551348298691094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1977551348298691094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/04/whos-crying-now.html' title='Who&apos;s crying now'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-2255128474378106377</id><published>2007-04-21T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:43:16.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I dont know. Maybe its just the PMS acting up or jealousy or something deeper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;The only time i hear from him is when i call someone else and i hear his voice in the background. At a party nonetheless.  And he cant even bother to say "hi, i missed you" when he knows im on the phone. and the second time i was on the phone with that friend, even his brother managed to shout a few "hi"s from the background. Him? He was busy flirting with his ex-crush. Well, he can fuck off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes i really dont know, he doesnt seem to make an effort and i feel like he's taking me for granted. Is it cause we've been friends for so long and its too easy? But other times hes so sweet that he makes me forget about everything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;It isnt too much to ask isnt it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate the disappointment when an sms comes and its not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the pms.&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/16252875-2255128474378106377?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/2255128474378106377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/2255128474378106377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-5182471423616800278</id><published>2007-04-20T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:33:03.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things ui hate about you</title><content type='html'>Its so sweet...Now i know why i like heath ledger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/5WstgrK3afFh51bFo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/5WstgrK3afFh51bFo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="335" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x62i2_10-things-i-hate-about-you-part-6-o"&gt;10 Things I Hate About You (Part 6 of 9)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/caemia"&gt;caemia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-5182471423616800278?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5182471423616800278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=5182471423616800278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5182471423616800278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5182471423616800278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/04/10-things-ui-hate-about-you.html' title='10 things ui hate about you'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-7236719067347797125</id><published>2007-04-19T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:44:06.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was moving archives when i saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad..&lt;br /&gt;Wish you can recieve this as i hope that i can have a chance to tell you some things that i have kept in my heart. Although i won't be able to say this face to face but i still wish to say this. Whenever i am reminded that i will never be able to talk to you, joke with you, watch tv with you, eat breakfast and supper together, i can't help but cry.I can always remember all the memories i shared with you clearly. one time, when i was in primary one and it was the first day of school? The teacher was marking attendance and she mixed up my name with yours. Mom lauffed out loud on the spot. During primary school, you would always make it a point to come fetch me from school if you were in Singapore. Those were the days..haix. You've never scolded me nor beaten me, except for that one time during primary three. I had really bad grades then. Although you only advised me to work a bit harder, i grumbled and complained that you didn't love me. However, i've realised only now that you only mean well. Now, even if i wanted, you can't scold me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;We've always liked to play around, even mom says that we do not behave like father and daughter! We don't have the kind of solemn relationship that most fathers and daughters have. Whenever we hear any new lame jokes, we always look forward to telling each other about it. Do you still remember the time i taught you how to sms? You would owayz ask me wats the pinyin of this word and that word. Hahax..it was only until the time you changed your phone to the one where you could writethen you stopped asking me for the pin yin. There was even this one time when you called back from the office juz to ask me the pinyin of one word. Haha..but one night you challenged me to a sms race. You even won!&lt;br /&gt;We both have the same personality and habits. We both don't like to argue. Whenever mom seems to be on a rage, both of us will hide in the bedroom until she cools down. We are both very blur. I think the number of phones we have lost will add up to more than ten!&lt;br /&gt;Really really really miss you lotz..Miss your hair..whenever you come back from a haircut, i would owayz like to touch your hair.Miss your stories...you would owayz tell me ghost stories when i was little to scare me to sleep. Miss your logic and your wit. Miss everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;You had such an interesting life..From a small shopkeeper to a big boss whom everybody respects. You've even been an actor, albeit a small one. You were always so optimistic, so strong. From the time you knew about your condition, you told me that you weren't afraid and i shouldn't be too. I've alwayz thought you would get better but i guess God wanted you by his side .&lt;br /&gt;You're gone...and i have no idea how life should go on. You've left mom and I alone, heartbroken. You must bless mom, help her get over this difficult time in her life. As for me, i'll be strong. I'll take good care fo mom, study hard for the coming 'o's and make your wish for me to go uni come true. You'll always be in my heart and always be a support for me when im down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Dad..i love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad... i still do and i always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-7236719067347797125?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7236719067347797125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=7236719067347797125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7236719067347797125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7236719067347797125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-was-moving-archives-when-i-saw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-5241982668459259967</id><published>2007-04-19T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:32:06.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just put in all the old archives from my previous blog!&lt;br /&gt; gonna read them now.. haha fun fun fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-5241982668459259967?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5241982668459259967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=5241982668459259967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5241982668459259967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5241982668459259967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-put-in-all-old-archives-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-4918698833192080581</id><published>2007-04-18T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:35:55.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired shit</title><content type='html'>oh man.. i feel so sore now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1hr on the treadmill - watching american idol lol&lt;br /&gt;3 sets 15 reps of tricep push downs&lt;br /&gt;3 sets 15 reps biceps curl&lt;br /&gt;1 set 15 reps back extension&lt;br /&gt;1 set 30 reps abs and obliques&lt;br /&gt;1 set 50 reps, long arm weighted crunch, 1kg medicine ball&lt;br /&gt;1 set 50 reps, bent leg knee raise with 1kg medicine ball&lt;br /&gt;1 set 50 reps bent leg knee crunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus a 20 min walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.. im sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, my mom's car got stolen. Wth man.. came out of work and car just disappeared.. hai.. malaysia is just crime-full...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-4918698833192080581?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4918698833192080581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=4918698833192080581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4918698833192080581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4918698833192080581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/04/tired-shit.html' title='tired shit'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-7122619344124267782</id><published>2007-04-17T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:59:37.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hols over</title><content type='html'>everytime i go back for a holiday, i get the same feeling. i'm fat. Its fine when im in subang, quite a flat tummy, i can see my abs. But after a trip to jb, all is lost. Tummy starts to bulge, abs swimming under layers of fat. I cant help it la. So much food surrounding me. yum, brownies from the brownie factory, secret recipe, chocolate fudge cake, curries, bah kut tehs, seafood.. yumyumyum. How to stop myself?? Its an impossible task!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially if you're not single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dates = Movies/Dinner =  Eating = Getting Fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not my fault right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep getting weird dreams lately. I dont know why. First was that really weird dream with the huge golden, bucktoothed cockroach. I swear, it was the cutest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second dream got me really pissed at shaun. Dreamt he was cheating on me with 19 other girls. 19!!!!! not 1, not 2 , not even 3. But 19! It was at some party at some random house. He was flirting with another girl and i beckoned him to come over to my side. Some girls beside me asked me, you're shaun's gf? so i said, yea. 00ooo.. Then they told me he was cheating on me with lynette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, but i was fine with it. lynette only wat, no big deal. then, he came and took me to his room. Stupidly, he told me he had 18 other gf's other than me and lynette, when i asked him about it. And he couldnt choose one, even after i gave him an ultimatum. idiot.  Dont remember much after that, just that i stormed off and chui rhong was driving my mom's car, and we ended up having dinner at this chinese restaurant. hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think it means anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to PJC's choir concert last sat. Their jc's choir was ok... but the alumni choir was DAMN good! man.. the soloist really tugged my heartstrings. smsed shaun while the soloist was singing to tell him that my heart was stolen by another guy. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-7122619344124267782?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7122619344124267782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=7122619344124267782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7122619344124267782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7122619344124267782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/04/hols-over.html' title='Hols over'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-5119203010824171639</id><published>2007-04-06T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:18:18.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 things you wanna know.</title><content type='html'>Coolness! Trials are finally over. Now i can do stuff like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How tall are you barefoot?&lt;br /&gt;-161cm. yes i know, im short. But at least i broke the 160 barrier right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever smoked?&lt;br /&gt;- nope. But im going to when im 80 and dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;- u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hate someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;- im a lovie love love type. No hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous?&lt;br /&gt;- quite. when im giving speeches and stuff? or performing. I dont know how i'm gonna be a lawyer if im scared of this kinda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs?&lt;br /&gt;- 1901! Yummy Yummy Yummy. But they're just parts of pork that nobody wants, blended all together. Thanks to Por hai, i dont dare to eat them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's your&lt;br /&gt;favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;-~Chestnuts roasting on an open fire... Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the&lt;br /&gt;morning?&lt;br /&gt;- Dont really drink anything though.. water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do push ups?&lt;br /&gt;- who cant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is your bathroom clean?&lt;br /&gt;- if you think black spots on the floor and hair covering the drain is clean  then..yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What's your favorite piece of&lt;br /&gt;jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;- my clover necklace. Its lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like painkillers?&lt;br /&gt;- umm..no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your secret weapon to lure&lt;br /&gt;in the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm... dont know. Have to ask shaun. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you own a knife?&lt;br /&gt;- yep. my butter knife and my fruit knife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have H.I.V?&lt;br /&gt;- if you mean High Intelligence and Versatility, then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Middle Name?&lt;br /&gt;- none. i'm chinese. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Name 3 things u wanna do&lt;br /&gt;at this exact moment?&lt;br /&gt;- wash my face&lt;br /&gt;- watch prison break&lt;br /&gt;-pack my stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name the last 3&lt;br /&gt;things you have bought lately:&lt;br /&gt;- Hard disk cable&lt;br /&gt;- Mitch Albom's For one more day&lt;br /&gt;- Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;And that's all bought today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name 3&lt;br /&gt;drinks you regularly drink:&lt;br /&gt;- Soya Bean&lt;br /&gt;- Milk&lt;br /&gt;- Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What time did you&lt;br /&gt;wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;- 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Current worry?&lt;br /&gt;- Scholarship problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Current hate?&lt;br /&gt;- Business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;- home. school. shopping centres.Bookstores. Gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Least favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;- Exam hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Where would you like to go?&lt;br /&gt;-UK UK UK! Cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you own slippers?&lt;br /&gt;- duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- "I can see dead people" Giordano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you burn or tan?&lt;br /&gt;- I dont burn nor do i tan. weird right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite color/s?&lt;br /&gt;- Orange!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you like to be a pirate?&lt;br /&gt;- i wanna be kiera knightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Last time you had an alcoholic&lt;br /&gt;drink?&lt;br /&gt;- errr.. 3 wks ago. Im gonna have it in an hours time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What songs do you sing in the&lt;br /&gt;shower?&lt;br /&gt;- depends on wad song's stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;at tht time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What did you fear was going to get&lt;br /&gt;you at night as a child?&lt;br /&gt;-This floating head that appeared one night when i was really small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.What's in your pocket/s right now?&lt;br /&gt;- air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Best bed sheets you had as a&lt;br /&gt;child?&lt;br /&gt;- dont know about bedsheets. but i lurve my mickey mouse blanket though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br /&gt;-cut the top of my finger off.still have the blood clot there. i remember i used to take the bandage off to scare fern and other friends of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. How many TVs do you have in your&lt;br /&gt;house?&lt;br /&gt;- 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend?&lt;br /&gt;- My friends' arent like really loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.Who is your most silent friend?&lt;br /&gt;- They arent that silent either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;- hmm.. let me know if you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you wish on shooting stars?&lt;br /&gt;- never seen one. sad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What is your favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;- So many! cant decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;- im more of a chocolate person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What song do/did you want played&lt;br /&gt;at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;- i want ppl to rock at my wedding. So.. dance hits! my mom's gonna scream if she knows. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What were you doing 12 AM last&lt;br /&gt;night?&lt;br /&gt;-Studying math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the First thing you&lt;br /&gt;did today?&lt;br /&gt;- Talk to por hai. He woke me up so i wouldnt be late for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog later bout my day. Going back to ANTM 8. man, took 2 hrs to get back from midvalley to subang. got lost on the way too. messed up my whole plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-5119203010824171639?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5119203010824171639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=5119203010824171639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5119203010824171639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5119203010824171639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/04/50-things-you-wanna-know.html' title='50 things you wanna know.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-1991545826547115290</id><published>2007-03-26T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:31.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Look at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rgbaj7Ve2pI/AAAAAAAAALI/hB0BYGrcYks/s1600-h/Pix004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rgbaj7Ve2pI/AAAAAAAAALI/hB0BYGrcYks/s200/Pix004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045960743273290386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE FOR BEATRICE =&lt;br /&gt;VOTE OR EAT RICE! *guffaws*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it when u get suckered into buying something cause its DAMN CUTE, and it turns out different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RgbajrVe2oI/AAAAAAAAALA/R4bx9DB7WVE/s1600-h/Cute+Biscuits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RgbajrVe2oI/AAAAAAAAALA/R4bx9DB7WVE/s200/Cute+Biscuits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045960738978323074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover was SO cute, i couldnt resist. 8 bucks for little packet of biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much drama going on at school now. Wat fun. Its like a tv show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storyline 1: Friend dated Friend. Friend broke up with Friend. Other Friend likes Friend.  xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storyline 2: Friend has a boyfriend. Friend likes Friend. Friend confesses to Friend. Friend gets rejected. Friend skips class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storyline 3: Friend likes Friend. Other Friend likes Friend too. Friend hates Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. You know you've said a particular word too many times when the word starts looking weird to you. "Friend" looked so weird  that i tried typing in " Freind"&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!OH!OH!OH! I saw a RAT at swensons!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to aizad, while we were having dinner together. I dont know why, but i looked beside his head for a moment, and there it was. Just scurrying through the restaurant. Lol. And zac's shim caught it. Eww, i kept wondering whether there were any rat droppings in my burger.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just one post to put down all my random thoughts. Anyway, its 4.36 am and im incoherent. blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-1991545826547115290?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1991545826547115290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=1991545826547115290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1991545826547115290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/1991545826547115290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/03/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/Rgbaj7Ve2pI/AAAAAAAAALI/hB0BYGrcYks/s72-c/Pix004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-5568875672233250003</id><published>2007-03-21T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:49:18.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb ass</title><content type='html'>such a dumb ass. He doesnt know what the fuck he talls about. And this is like the first time i've ever EVER truly thought that a teacher was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell man. It's like when we do MCQ questions, all he does is look at the answers at the back of the book before telling us what the answer is.. Hello?? Dont we have eyes? Cant we see the answers for ourselves? What we need is for u to explain why the answer is that way. Duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whn someone asked him why, for one particular mcq, the answer was e not a. He said " hmm.. a seems like a good answer. But why is it e not a? " And then he bounces the question back to us. Expecting the students to explain. WTH? and this is when  a is NOT a good answer la.Its not even possible for A to be an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, after we explained to him then one option was impossible, and we need not count out the values. As we just needed to find out what the variable cost was. He said, " yes yes," then he went on counting the values. LIKE WTF???!!!! YOU DONT NEED IT! It was obvious that the answer was something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saran told me later that he messed up 2 years back. He got a formula wrong. What was supposed to be  1/ (mpc +mrt +mpm), he wrote as 1/mpc/mrt/mpm. So his students who were from mohan's tuition class thought it was weird, and went to ask mohan. Turned out the formula was completely wrong. Just because he was more senior? ( oh and btw, he cant be more than 50 and he says he's taught for 33 years. He was wat? 17? when he started? Boy, his students then must have failed like hell). So his class went and complained to Mr Ananda and Mrs Ho( who was the ex- head of econs, so she knew her stuff). and the two came to observe his class. And he made the SAME mistake again while writing it on the board. Mrs Ho made a " what the? huh?" sound and 15 mins into the lesson, he cried and went out of the classroom. What i wonder is how come he didnt get fired after all this hoopla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat really surprises me though, is that he complained that we dont turn up for his class. Hell, if i were him, i would be too embarrassed to tell my colleagues that nobody turned up for his class.Can he deduce the reason why? We dont skip shoba's class. Why? Because she's a GOOD teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-5568875672233250003?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5568875672233250003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=5568875672233250003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5568875672233250003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5568875672233250003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/03/dumb-ass.html' title='dumb ass'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-9046173284745356769</id><published>2007-02-26T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:32.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy cny</title><content type='html'>happy chinese new year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my favourite holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food, Parties, Holidays and ANGPOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Feb 24, The day before Yan Ling's birthday, we held a pre-b'dae celebration for her. Although there was no huge cake and no presents. It was the thought that counts hey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/ReKuJO3iNvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2hVMVlXAJcI/s1600-h/Birthday+Gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/ReKuJO3iNvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2hVMVlXAJcI/s200/Birthday+Gal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035778806986716914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey! there was a tiny slice of secret recipe cake for her ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/ReKuJO3iNwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gGXIsUyStDc/s1600-h/Camwhore+%26+Camshy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/ReKuJO3iNwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gGXIsUyStDc/s200/Camwhore+%26+Camshy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035778806986716930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to shaun's house to finish watching saw 3. The GORE! THE HORROR! It was actually not bad. Suits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun's party was really huge! What with the lion dances and fireworks and whatnot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/ReKuIu3iNsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BXLI0dlnSLU/s1600-h/Lion+Dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/ReKuIu3iNsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BXLI0dlnSLU/s200/Lion+Dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035778798396782274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 1200 for the lion dance. But it didnt turn out very exciting. Too normal i guess, and i didnt really watch the dance properly. Busy helping out. What a good person i am. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, we couldnt get the fireworks to light up. Everyone was too chicken to approach the fireworks. And.. the gun powder was wet, so you can imagine how long it took to light up the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many many MANY attempts, the fireworks lit and 500RM worth of fireworks were gone in a matter of 2 mins. Still, that two minutes were worth it ( After all, It's his money) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing underneath fireworks. *swoon* ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news. I've passed my driving test! im gonna get my license soon! whahaha. lol.&lt;br /&gt;once i get it, im gonna rent a car and drive around KL! its time to explore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no date. man. this sucked. our first valentine's together and we didnt even get to celebrate it on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/ReKuI-3iNuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9B525Akcpp8/s1600-h/Valentine%27s+Shoutout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/ReKuI-3iNuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9B525Akcpp8/s200/Valentine%27s+Shoutout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035778802691749602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutout me and peilin gave to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/ReKuIu3iNtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/THS3RVUao0M/s1600-h/Roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/ReKuIu3iNtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/THS3RVUao0M/s200/Roses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035778798396782290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got two roses though. One from Jac and another from baobao.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a date too! Went to sunway pyramid with clinton, jac, florence and baby to ice skate.&lt;br /&gt;But, because it was valentine's day, all the restaurants seemed to be reserved for the couples. What, singles cant go out on valentine's day??!! Whats with all the couple set meals huh? Cant you just serve normal food??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. we had to go all the way to taipan. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-9046173284745356769?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9046173284745356769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=9046173284745356769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/9046173284745356769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/9046173284745356769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-cny.html' title='happy cny'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/ReKuJO3iNvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2hVMVlXAJcI/s72-c/Birthday+Gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-4569221054511005956</id><published>2007-02-07T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:25:13.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my phone!!</title><content type='html'>my phone died on me again. Man.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to use su cheng's 8310. Its becoming a public handphone now. First pei lin loaned it and now me. Lol. She should probably rent it out for a buck a day or sth like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo not used to small phones after my 6270. Man, that phone is HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my phone.T.T and it's many many functions. Smsing without a text quota of 130 letters. =(&lt;br /&gt;Was smsing him yesterday and he suddenly stopped messaging back. So was quite mad, to get cut off like that. 20 mins later, two messages came. Turns out he thought i was mad at him because I didnt reply his message. The phone lagged!!!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pho-one lies over the ocean, my pho-one lies over the sea, my pho-one lies over the ocean, oh bring back my pho-one to me. Brink back oh bring back, oh bring back my pho-one to me!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The two bitches really piss me off. The only thing they know how to do is to open their mouths and to take credit for stuff they didnt do. WTH????&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go see a stripper!!!!!!! Aizad and co are gonna organize a singles party for the guys on valentine's day and they wanna hire a stripper. Man, i wanna go  i wanna go i wanna go!!!!!*whines* But, its gonna be kinda awkward huh. Wat if the whole gang of guys get erect or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are damn unlucky. If they get horny, it will just automatically show, and people will just think they're perverts. Girls, on the other hand, wont get this problem..nothing's gonna stick out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should us girls do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Stripper party of our own&lt;br /&gt;2) Karaoke and sing break up songs? i shall sing "ni bu zai"!! so appropriate huh&lt;br /&gt;3) Drink and get Drunk&lt;br /&gt;4) Get together and cook stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i doing! SHouldnt be blogging!! Study STUDY STUDY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-4569221054511005956?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4569221054511005956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=4569221054511005956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4569221054511005956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4569221054511005956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-phone.html' title='my phone!!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-110285452340469362</id><published>2007-02-06T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:03:00.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP!</title><content type='html'>OH MY GAWD! cant you just stop whining for a second. Its already over, so just stop crying!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're what, 22? How many 22 year olds cry every single day while talking to their mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-110285452340469362?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/110285452340469362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=110285452340469362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/110285452340469362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/110285452340469362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/02/stop.html' title='STOP!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-4603408336841890318</id><published>2007-01-23T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:38:22.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>Wheeeeeee... results came out on friday! Straight As YO!!!!!! Kewl!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... i have nothing to blog about except this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats all for now. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-4603408336841890318?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4603408336841890318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=4603408336841890318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4603408336841890318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/4603408336841890318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/01/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-954226570979385152</id><published>2007-01-15T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:29:01.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>How long should you wait before it is appropriate to kiss a guy? I guess its irrelevant to ask now huh.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, im learning driving now! Its cool, i feel like a grownup. Lol, cant wait to get my license.  After sitting for 9hours of theory, it better be worth it man. Sitting through boring undang lessons is tiring kk!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our instructor was this malay guy who was really fierce when he first started the class. So there were a few people sitting beside me who went " Wah, zhe ge lao shi hen shiong leh" haha, did they get the shock of their life when halfway through the class, the instructor said that he will now speak chinese coz that part required chinese. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I joined the gym now. celebrity fitness! Its damn cool. With all its free dancing classes, yoga and pilates classes. =)&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna join their dirty dancing class this wk. Its so sexy! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;I've been going nearly every day since i joined. On my way to a 6 pec! Just you wait. =)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Should i get a bellybutton ring? Now i have  a bit of abs, and not much fat left there, i want one! Dont you think its sexy?&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Our A2 Final exam timetable is out. Man i feel like killing myself. What kind of shit timetable is this. 5 straight days of heavy subjects, and a 1 week break before econ MCQ paper!!???? I dont need freaking 1 week for a MCQ paper!!!!!!! Give me a wk for the heavy subjects lar. How do you expect me to memorise econs and the whole of contract law for one day? and the whole tort book just the day after the next? WAT!!!!!! Wat's going on with these cambridge people! Man!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be getting my AS results on friday. Shit im damn freaked out. What if i get like AABB. NOOOOOOOOOOOO. I need at least 3As man. And im not including thinking skills!  After that, will be going out for our dinner with Mr Bala. Finally, after so long. La Fete at Shangri-La hotel. Cant wait. But that means i have to go home sat morning, learn how to drive and come back on sun. Man....&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Will have important announcement to make to friends this fri. Guess its quite obvious also, but...&lt;br /&gt;Jan 13th is an important date for me.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I do realise this is a series of random thoughts. But actually, im just shortening all the events that happened and that i can remember for the past few weeks that i havent been blogging about.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-954226570979385152?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/954226570979385152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=954226570979385152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/954226570979385152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/954226570979385152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-5346132040434821026</id><published>2006-12-30T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:33.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>ok.. Its been REALLY long since i last blogged. But you can't blame me! I dont have internet!And that's a sad sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, had a christmas party on christmas (duh.) Which was quite cool since it was a pool party. I know my pool is small, but still. Yup, and chin yang brought over his sound system and disco lights and lasers and stuff, so yea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a bit of work cleaning my pool though. 5 years of accumulated dirt and grime is really hard to scrape off. So we bought in a pressure pump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RauT82lkAUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GkX849F-y9U/s1600-h/Cleaning+Pool+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RauT82lkAUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GkX849F-y9U/s200/Cleaning+Pool+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020268883289047362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us like 2 days to clean off everything and make it ready for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally on the 25th, the house was ready and all that was left was just the food.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Brian and Yan ling left to get the roasted turkey for the party. But, when we got there, the lady said that our order wasnt there. Turns out the guy forgot to record our order. WTH? Dun wanna do business ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Roasted Turkey on Christmas DAY!?? So we called Jusco tebrau to ask if they still had one in stock. The call got connected to this lady. and i swear, she is the stupidest woman i have ever ever talked to in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian : 'scuse me, but do you sell roasted turkey?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Hah?? Solli, we dont sell roasted DONKEY (WTH??!! Who in their godforsaken mind would buy a roasted donkey?)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Nono, roasted TURKEY&lt;br /&gt;Lady: We dont sell Roasted donkey.&lt;br /&gt;Brian: T-U-R-K-E-Y! TURKEY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lady: orh.. turkey.... got got&lt;br /&gt;Brian do you sell it whole?&lt;br /&gt;Lady: I dont know. Must timbang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you need to weigh? Answer the question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, i took over the phone and i dont know why, b ut she reverted to saying that we&lt;br /&gt;wanted a roasted donkey again. We got so frustrated and fed up that we just hanged up on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why we didnt have turkey on Christmas. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bikini party. So lots of Bikini photos.Yay! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RauWSmlkAVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/orO39I0NRzw/s1600-h/Bikini+Babes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RauWSmlkAVI/AAAAAAAAAJE/orO39I0NRzw/s200/Bikini+Babes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020271455974457682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Yanling! Hot right. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RauWymlkAWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/CFxiLb0DTAk/s1600-h/Me+and+Shaun1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RauWymlkAWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/CFxiLb0DTAk/s200/Me+and+Shaun1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020272005730271586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun and Me. Look at my 6 pack. Haha.As if. Man... when am i gonna get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RauX3mlkAXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9NrR1b72Thc/s1600-h/4+of+us+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RauX3mlkAXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9NrR1b72Thc/s200/4+of+us+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020273191141245298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's us trying to pose, under the direction of sze2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RauY6mlkAYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JICHVKUVewo/s1600-h/All+of+Us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RauY6mlkAYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JICHVKUVewo/s200/All+of+Us.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020274342192480642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin Yang bought his sound system over, together with sub woofers and disco lights and lasers and everything. Coolness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RauaZGlkAZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WgaAiOpdjRw/s1600-h/Karaoke+Dudes+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RauaZGlkAZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WgaAiOpdjRw/s200/Karaoke+Dudes+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020275965690118546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus! You get to see people sing and get high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it was really memorable though. N not to forget, the best thing is that my pool is clean now. Just that after a few days of non stop rain, moss is starting to grow on the steps. Damn, have to clean again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-5346132040434821026?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5346132040434821026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=5346132040434821026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5346132040434821026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5346132040434821026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-party.html' title='Christmas Party'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RauT82lkAUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GkX849F-y9U/s72-c/Cleaning+Pool+%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-7514910084124618172</id><published>2006-12-06T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T01:31:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i havent been blogging properly but its not my fault!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my computer is down, sent it over to pj fix. Its so sad, im like Midas, except without the golden touch. I have the touch of destruction. Whatever i touch, spoils. My laptop is spoilt, my handphone crashed after a MERE 3 months. 3 MONTHS!!!!!! and its gonna take dunno how many freaking hundred bucks to fix it. Hai......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im seriously broke. Anyone wanna employ me? I can help u do  um....stuff? Like um.. um.. um..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe, i just need to save more. Stop spending on supper and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know i wanted to blog about my Genting Trip with PL1, BUT.. lazy la. I will i will do it after the genting trip with shaun and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited excited! School is ending soon. Its so stupid though. Nobody has any mood to study and we end up ponteng-ing classes nearly everyday. They should have just let us go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Jac, Aizad and Ngai Chun tonight to Pan Cafe. Sat there for 3 hours just eating and chatting. Oh, and watching Goldeye. Pierce Brosnan is GOOD as 007. I want him back. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to find prostitutes! YEA!!! so excited. Me and Jac were at the back of the car chanting: " We want prostitutes we want prostitutes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was actually going to put our hands around each other and ask the prostitutes whether they did girl on girl threesomes. But pity, the prostitutes weren't out yet. Went to TWO prostitute hangouts, but just saw 3 of them. BAPOK summore, and the not " chun" kind. Damn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see proper prostitutes!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-7514910084124618172?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7514910084124618172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=7514910084124618172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7514910084124618172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/7514910084124618172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-know-i-havent-been-blogging-properly.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-3011847216955489474</id><published>2006-11-27T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:10:38.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PL1 Genting Trip</title><content type='html'>There's so many stuff that i wanna blog!!!!!! my god. But stuff has been over for so long i thihnk the only thing i can blog about is GENTING. Cool.. it beats all the other trips to genting. But damn, im gonna have to go again on the 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea anyway, the trip started off with quite a huge mess up. Me,Jac and Florence reached pudu quite early. The bus was 10.30 and we reached at 9, so we went for breakfast! Then sue ling called in the middle of breakfast asking us where we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We're beside A&amp;W..&lt;br /&gt;SL: HUh? A&amp;amp;W? wheres that??&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know.. the one opposite the puduraya building&lt;br /&gt;SL: PUDURAYA!!!???? Its PASAR RAKYAT&lt;br /&gt;ME:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, and it wasnt only us. The guys and sucheng went to puduraya too. Huge mess-up man. The guys were a bit late and there was this old couple who kept saying," never mind, there's another bus in an hour. ""The bus cannot wait for people.""10.30 already 10.30 already" But, luckily the driver didnt listen to them whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us just slept on the bus ride up. But, apparently, others were busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXKG3MzfpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wpgoE3xciMU/s1600-h/IMG_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005128780137856658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="168" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXKG3MzfpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wpgoE3xciMU/s320/IMG_1340.JPG" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;We took the cable car up!&lt;/div&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXKGnMzfoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FZIUqWp-q2k/s1600-h/Cable%20cars.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005128775842889346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXKGnMzfoI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FZIUqWp-q2k/s320/Cable%2520cars.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genting was surprisingly cold. Look at the mist yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pl106.multiply.com/photos/photo/8/48"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXKGnMzfnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWQgTiWdGKc/s1600-h/Mist.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005128775842889330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXKGnMzfnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PWQgTiWdGKc/s320/Mist.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pl106.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/8/48?xurl=%2Fphotos%2Fphoto%2F8%2F48"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It changed quite a lot. Dont know if its for better or for worse though. The arcade had fewer games.. or maybe im just older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Games hold no appeal now.My interest now is CAMWHORING. man.. that's my favourite activity. We were waiting for the guys to get ready. Imagine 7 girls finishing faster than 3 guys. What is the world coming to!!!???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so.. we did some stupid poses that i think we'll probably regret when we become older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;"I wanna take a picture too! Since you left me out, i wont let you take your picture!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXK9nMzftI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kF2wY6TdLF4/s1600-h/Ka%20Jiao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005129720735694546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXK9nMzftI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kF2wY6TdLF4/s320/Ka%2520Jiao.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;We had so many snacks that we didnt know what to do with them. and so....&lt;br /&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;yup, you didnt see anything wrongly. We DID stuff mentos underneath her bra strap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXK9nMzfsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RlFvrG4kxR4/s1600-h/IMG_1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005129720735694530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXK9nMzfsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RlFvrG4kxR4/s320/IMG_1413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"anybody want some snacks??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we're bored, we do all kinds of weird stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXK9XMzfrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CXyzNSyoFwA/s1600-h/Horsee!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005129716440727218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXK9XMzfrI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CXyzNSyoFwA/s320/Horsee%2521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Im a punk yo!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXQ3HMzf4I/AAAAAAAAACM/7TO7YUWnJl0/s1600-h/Rocker!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005136206136311682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXQ3HMzf4I/AAAAAAAAACM/7TO7YUWnJl0/s320/Rocker%2521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beware of the mysterious digger. It helps to dig the noses of unsuspecting people who have really dirty nostrils.&lt;/div&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXK9nMzfuI/AAAAAAAAABE/9xo0TouXM8A/s1600-h/Mysterious%20Digger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005129720735694562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXK9nMzfuI/AAAAAAAAABE/9xo0TouXM8A/s320/Mysterious%2520Digger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Su Cheng arhh... still small kid izzit? so childish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXK9HMzfqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PIEyT4B_o-Y/s1600-h/Hidden%20Body.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005129712145759906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXK9HMzfqI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PIEyT4B_o-Y/s320/Hidden%2520Body.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hmm... It does seem fun. Let's all join in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( You can't imagine how hard it was to pose for this photo.We really ARE fat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXMynMzfzI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ySJ0bQWbRs/s1600-h/Where%20are%20the%20Bodies!!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005131730780389170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXMynMzfzI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ySJ0bQWbRs/s320/Where%2520are%2520the%2520Bodies%2521%2521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you live together, inevitably, you'll learn about the bad habits your friends have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;like the fact that Sue Ling and Pei Yee have really stinky feet. phe-eww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXMynMzfyI/AAAAAAAAABk/ilusWIwx-Vs/s1600-h/Stinky%20Feet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005131730780389154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXMynMzfyI/AAAAAAAAABk/ilusWIwx-Vs/s320/Stinky%2520Feet.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so, we feel like killing each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXMyHMzfvI/AAAAAAAAABM/rgmpyflZ88g/s1600-h/Ouch!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005131722190454514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXMyHMzfvI/AAAAAAAAABM/rgmpyflZ88g/s320/Ouch%2521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OWWWWW!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXMyXMzfwI/AAAAAAAAABU/jZTmfNGymvw/s1600-h/Owww...JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005131726485421826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXMyXMzfwI/AAAAAAAAABU/jZTmfNGymvw/s320/Owww...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXQ23Mzf2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/kVXuh27Bw24/s1600-h/Grrr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005136201841344354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXQ23Mzf2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/kVXuh27Bw24/s320/Grrr.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in spite of all our bad habits, we still love each other. even if its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;DEEP DEEP DEEP&lt;/span&gt; down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXQ3HMzf3I/AAAAAAAAACE/7p_LazgfktU/s1600-h/HH,Jac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005136206136311666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXQ3HMzf3I/AAAAAAAAACE/7p_LazgfktU/s320/HH%252CJac.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we're just one big happy family of posers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXMyXMzfxI/AAAAAAAAABc/I0V3SSh58Sg/s1600-h/Posers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005131726485421842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="244" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXMyXMzfxI/AAAAAAAAABc/I0V3SSh58Sg/s320/Posers.JPG" width="402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We caught a midnight movie after that, at 1am. Boy, did i feel cheated. NEVER EVER and by that i do mean &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVER ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;watch The Departed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even though we got back at like 4am, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We still got up at 8am to begin our day in the outdoor theme park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXUinMzf-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/-Wkh1jnop1c/s1600-h/OutdoorThemePark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005140251995504610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXUinMzf-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/-Wkh1jnop1c/s320/OutdoorThemePark.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;"Let me out!! I wanna go play! hmmph. *pout*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXUjHMzgBI/AAAAAAAAADU/W_9JxMO34Xo/s1600-h/Pout.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005140260585439250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXUjHMzgBI/AAAAAAAAADU/W_9JxMO34Xo/s320/Pout.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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/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;you know you're to short when you can't ride the go-kart but little kids can.Thats what happened to dear bao bao. 18 this year with a qualified driver's license, but can't go on the go-kart cause shes too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to forcefully drag Su Cheng to the Corkscrew. But it was worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXT13Mzf5I/AAAAAAAAACU/nEx2dVAf_nE/s1600-h/Corkscrew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005139483196358546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXT13Mzf5I/AAAAAAAAACU/nEx2dVAf_nE/s320/Corkscrew.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't blame us. The queue was too long. There was nothing else to do but pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXUjHMzgCI/AAAAAAAAADc/MNQsTagm2RE/s1600-h/Swinger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005140260585439266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXUjHMzgCI/AAAAAAAAADc/MNQsTagm2RE/s320/Swinger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and pose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXYx3MzgFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IT35bQ2JFWY/s1600-h/SC,NC,HH,J.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005144912035020882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXYx3MzgFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/IT35bQ2JFWY/s320/SC%252CNC%252CHH%252CJ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXYxnMzgEI/AAAAAAAAADs/SiSrVAUu0nY/s1600-h/hUi2,Lee%20Hom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005144907740053570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXYxnMzgEI/AAAAAAAAADs/SiSrVAUu0nY/s320/hUi2%252CLee%2520Hom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUICK QUICK! Start the ride or we wont stop posing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXT2HMzf6I/AAAAAAAAACc/P6L_biAOcZc/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005139487491325858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXT2HMzf6I/AAAAAAAAACc/P6L_biAOcZc/s320/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A combination of the swinger + the teacup is really not a very good idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;Some of us could take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXUi3Mzf_I/AAAAAAAAADE/8TqpPptT4eI/s1600-h/WC,Florence.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005140256290471922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXUi3Mzf_I/AAAAAAAAADE/8TqpPptT4eI/s320/WC%252CFlorence.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i thought we could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXT2XMzf7I/AAAAAAAAACk/Wnz272cuid8/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005139491786293170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXT2XMzf7I/AAAAAAAAACk/Wnz272cuid8/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but apparently not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXUi3MzgAI/AAAAAAAAADM/sEbFjRiKGII/s1600-h/Teacup%20Daze.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005140256290471938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXUi3MzgAI/AAAAAAAAADM/sEbFjRiKGII/s320/Teacup%2520Daze.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;Some of us are still VERY VERY young at heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXT2nMzf9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/F_LALNYDcKw/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005139496081260498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXT2nMzf9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/F_LALNYDcKw/s320/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;Hmmm, there seems to be some people missing from our group photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXYxnMzgDI/AAAAAAAAADk/ynWHkE4oEgo/s1600-h/Real%20Couple%20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005144907740053554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXYxnMzgDI/AAAAAAAAADk/ynWHkE4oEgo/s320/Real%2520Couple%2520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea, these two lovebirds disappeared right after we went into the themepark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had fun in both the Outdoor Park..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXT2nMzf8I/AAAAAAAAACs/em0DQAQWtPY/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005139496081260482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXT2nMzf8I/AAAAAAAAACs/em0DQAQWtPY/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXf7nMzgZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Gbq1tOFA4t0/s1600-h/DSC00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005152776120140178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXf7nMzgZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Gbq1tOFA4t0/s320/DSC00064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the Indoor Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXcn3MzgTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/h9Vq6Je4qq8/s1600-h/Motion%20Master.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005149138282840370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXcn3MzgTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/h9Vq6Je4qq8/s320/Motion%2520Master.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"we're so cool" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its A Bird?Its A Plane? No! Its PL1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXcoHMzgVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KnvH-wv7xaQ/s1600-h/What"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005149142577807698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXcoHMzgVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KnvH-wv7xaQ/s320/What%2527s%2520That%2521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it all came with a price. Some of us just died afterwards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXcoHMzgUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/u9X-FGSAMNM/s1600-h/SleepyHeads.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005149142577807682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXcoHMzgUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/u9X-FGSAMNM/s320/SleepyHeads.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after dinner ( ordered by ME), we were all rejuvenated enough to continue being our crazy selfs. So much so that some of us had to me sent to the mental hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXcnnMzgRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BtH14aeGW1g/s1600-h/Crazy%20SuCheng.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005149133987873042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXcnnMzgRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BtH14aeGW1g/s320/Crazy%2520SuCheng.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're mentally unstable. You must come with us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXcn3MzgSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QNoAQx2-8eM/s1600-h/Criminal%20Gathering.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005149138282840354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXcn3MzgSI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QNoAQx2-8eM/s320/Criminal%2520Gathering.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the vacation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some still had the energy to pose just a bit more.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXf7XMzgYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XphY2A5xC3A/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005152771825172866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXf7XMzgYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XphY2A5xC3A/s320/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXf7HMzgXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/B7g0AuQ1BiI/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005152767530205554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXf7HMzgXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/B7g0AuQ1BiI/s320/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some, taboleh tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXf7HMzgWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pObM2F6LaAo/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005152767530205538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXf7HMzgWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pObM2F6LaAo/s320/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what my next trip will be like. Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-3011847216955489474?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3011847216955489474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=3011847216955489474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/3011847216955489474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/3011847216955489474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/pl1-genting-trip.html' title='PL1 Genting Trip'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdyJ3YwW3GY/RXXKG3MzfpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/wpgoE3xciMU/s72-c/IMG_1340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-5706899820095298690</id><published>2006-11-19T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T04:25:03.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whew. Exams  are finally over man, cant believe it dragged on for more than a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway  important things important things. At around 2am, i found out Kings College London gave me a conditional offer! Coolness of life! Cant stop smiling man... =)=)=)=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a great day for me. Well, not that great. Lost my cable for my harddisk and my handphone conked out on me. Leaving me with my sucky old phone. And i was helluva pissed off just now. Damn the screwed up feeling.Hate it when people back out at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its ok. Everything worked out in the end. And!!!!!!!!The King's College thing really cheered me up. But, its gonna be embarrasing if i cant meet their conditions (2As and 1B).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams ended yesterday, well technically the day before yesterday. Its so recent but yet it feels lke so long ago. But shant think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 1u after that with aizad, peilin and su cheng to shop shop shop. And i bought 2 shirts! retail therapy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Baby su cheng is seriously funny la,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC: Will i get scolded if i cant go Genting&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea, u sure kenna mara wan...&lt;br /&gt;SC: Ya hor&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why u cannot go??&lt;br /&gt;SC: Coz my father  dunno how to go to puduraya.&lt;br /&gt;Me: !!!!!!?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat the??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, after the fly fm anniversary, im in love with OAG!&lt;br /&gt;went with aizad and his friend adrian to FLY fm's( a radio station in malaysia) 1st anniversary party yesterday. Supposed to be 18 and above to enter. But what the heck, there wasnt any ID check, so just went on in. The opening acts were damn good but the rest of it was quite lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, OAG OAG OAG. so we were sitting at this table meant for VIPs but we didnt know, so aizad was looking at this guy who was passing by us. and the guy just suddenly came over and started shaking aizad's hand and ours and asked us where we came from. Well, im just clueless about malaysian singers so i just thought he was one of the staff for the event and shook his hand. Turns out, he was the lead singer for OAG. which is one cool band man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sang 1 english song and 2 malay songs. Just love the Eng song and one of the malay song. luvitluvitluvitluvit!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few interesting acts there. Just recognized one though - pop shuvit. Actually, just found the name familiar and i think i heard one of their songs before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, it was cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listened to a lot of perverted guy stuff, but at least i know what guys talk about in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched football with aizad at asiacafe  till 1.&lt;br /&gt; YES! MAN U won!!! Rooney's GOOD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-5706899820095298690?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5706899820095298690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=5706899820095298690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5706899820095298690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/5706899820095298690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-116144920232723489</id><published>2006-10-22T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:46:42.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is one sight u'll only see this in malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/1600/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/320/Image003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parking illegally on the curb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! Malaysians la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/1600/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/320/Image002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you see all kind of weirdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/1600/Image005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/320/Image005.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a guy wearing a plastic bag on his head. Righhht.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-116144920232723489?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116144920232723489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=116144920232723489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/116144920232723489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/116144920232723489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-one-sight-ull-only-see-this-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-115954074652340953</id><published>2006-09-29T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T23:00:57.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a random thought to continue my last entry: why not just swing a bunch of bananas across the assailant's head? It definitely is hard enough.  and he'll never expect it. So why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I really have to stop being distracted by the laptop. Keep playing games and surfing the net. A levels coming liao ar!! STOP PLAYING AROUND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting quite panicky. Due to Jac's comupulsive studying disorder cum obsession. The girl really can study. I dont know how she does it. &lt;del&gt;Its quite scary now and bordering on paranoia. But its ok, i understand! I just realised that she might read this. so... umm. So no offence eh? But i doubt she will, COZ SHE TOO BUSY STUDYING to read this.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The landlord's son is going bankrupt b'cause he cant pay his debts. They have to count on me to write the settlement proposal b'cause they cant write in english.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; HAHAHA!!! SWEET REVENGE! &lt;/span&gt; ok. That was a bit mean. but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I dont know. What should i buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ipod video?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ipod Nano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.PS2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;College was way fun today. Went to school with nothing but a few pieces of paper and a pencil and pen. Just didnt feel like bringing a bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pui Mun's birthday was today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had pineapple and cake. Weird combination isnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets watch a video of two little kids fighting and playing with cake.and this is  from people who are already 18. Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gT-mnuWCdLY"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gT-mnuWCdLY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="200" width="200"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see!? This is what we have to put up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: i dont understand y my videos are always sideways. I cant seem to rotate it correctly with the multimedia player. So, just bear with it and turn your head sideways to watch. It doesnt matter if you seem crzy to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-115954074652340953?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115954074652340953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=115954074652340953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115954074652340953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115954074652340953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-random-thought-to-continue-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-115892441579452715</id><published>2006-09-22T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T19:27:04.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepper spray is overrated</title><content type='html'>Pepper spray is overrated. I mean hey! 25 bucks per spray!!?? That's outrageous man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It not like other substances cant do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take good ol medicated oil perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/1600/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/320/Image043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. That really hurts when you get that thing in your eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing is, its CHEAP! mucho cheapo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not improvise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not but a bottle of medicated oil and store in a spray can. Works just as well huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-115892441579452715?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115892441579452715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=115892441579452715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115892441579452715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115892441579452715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/pepper-spray-is-overrated.html' title='Pepper spray is overrated'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-115850329933225087</id><published>2006-09-17T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:28:19.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking family</title><content type='html'>Oh my FUCKING god!!!!! i cant believe how fucking retarded this family is. Everyone of them has a freaking problem. ok, im exaggerating here but u've gotta give me some leeway. Fuck, keep getting nagged at, or scolded for no freaking reason. The grandma nags me for going out all the time, but hey! ever wonder why? its because your grandkids are freaking noisy. They scream and shout and cry for like eternity! wtf is their problem huh? You keep them quiet and maybe i'll be able to study in peace and i can stay at home huh?!&lt;br /&gt;The girl cries for what seems like every freaking second. Even at this very moment, i can hear her crying and whining, even though my room door is closed and im upstairs. Whats up with that!?&lt;br /&gt;The sons are greedy and freaking fight over fucking potatoes. i mean GROW UP! they're fucking potatoes. If i freaking here them argue over potatoes, im gonna buy a whole sack of potatoes and force it down their throats.&lt;br /&gt;The uncle doesnt have a proper job, but other than that he's ok.&lt;br /&gt;The granddad is ok too.&lt;br /&gt;The freaking father. He's what started this whole rant about this freaking family. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what happened wasnt my fault ok. Like i wanted to purposely pour water on your car? What do you think your car is? A Ferrari? Lamborghini? Rolls-Royce? Jaguar? No!!! Its not even a freaking mercedes E class!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Urghhh! Too angry to even type out what happened. He can go straight to hell and get pissed on by a dozen rotting rodents for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-115850329933225087?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115850329933225087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=115850329933225087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115850329933225087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115850329933225087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/fucking-family.html' title='Fucking family'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-115814932505337151</id><published>2006-09-13T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:25:16.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Yes! I can blog! Finally!! The power of the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, should have quite a lot to blog about since i;ve been back in JB and have been going out like crazy, eating like crazy, and becoming fatter like crazy. But! Since i dont have my phone cable with me, i wont be able to post up any photos. And what fun is a blog entry without any photos. So... i shall just blog about saturday dinner with libing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/1600/Image030.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/320/Image030.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the mad woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/1600/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/320/Image028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss clarity was good. Gossiping was even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for the heck of it, here's a few poser pics that i took when i was horrendously(i like this word. So English dont you think)  bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/1600/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its coming!!! I can feel it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/1600/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon! Soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/1600/Image033.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/320/Image033.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phwoar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Going 1U tomorrow with mom. Shopping spree. Wheee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-115814932505337151?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115814932505337151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=115814932505337151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115814932505337151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115814932505337151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-115746796479870440</id><published>2006-09-05T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:56:31.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;10 YEARS AGO I WAS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smart ass. Just this happy go lucky, devil may care little untidy girl.&lt;br /&gt;yup. just brushing my teeth happily in the school canteen with the rest of my classmates, after playing some weird tag game that shayfern invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt know what stress was, wat studying meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. and i tot guys were yucky. We had to hold hands with them and we tried to avoid them as much as we could by hooking pinky fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;5 YEARS AGO I WAS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the messy teenager. Hanging out with my friends, still happy go lucky, didnt know what was stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 YEAR AGO I WAS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devastated. From a happy family of 3, we became two. But i shant talk about that. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to happier things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally realised the meaning of working hard ( is that supposed to be a happier thing)but anyway. yep, so i became a nerd and i studied like shite. 'O' level year was somewhat a fun year, staying in singapore, going to the library everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup i do sound like a nerd dont i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY I WAS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in exams. My brains were fried. didnt even know what was the date and day.&lt;br /&gt;Suffering from insomnia,waking up every half an hour.I dont know wat's wrong with me. Not sleeping and eating well. Not stressed either though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;TOMORROW I WILL BE : (new!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone new. Someone who can make a difference in people's lives. Someone who will be known as that someone who did something and not be the someone hearing about somebody doing that something that the someone should be doing. Confused? If im that someone, i wont be confused no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 MOST RECENT SONGS I LISTENED TO :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smashmouth - All Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pink - Leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nelly Furtado Feat Justin Timberlake - Promiscuous Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Teriyaki Boys - Tokyo Drift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Click 5 - I'll Take My Chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 SONGS I KNOW ALL THE WORDS TO :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pink - Leave Me Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lee Hom - Kiss Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. MLTR - Sleeping Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Twinkle twinkle Little Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Teresa Teng - Yue Liang Dai Biao Wo De Xin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 IDEAL PLACES TO RUNAWAY TO :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My house back  in JB. I miss it so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My Aunt's Patio in Perth. Just hanging out drinkning a cuppa, doing crosswords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Coffee Bean, with a good book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cold Storage, with lots of cash and just wandering around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Star Cruise, looking at the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5 THINGS I REALLY WANT :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everything to return to normal, back to what they were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To find that someone to hold hands with when im really old with no teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 5As&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To ask god what life after death is really like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To just hang out with my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;5 THINGS I SHOULD BE DOING RIGHT NOW :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Situps. 300 left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cleaning my room? Its seriously the dirtiest room ever! EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Drinking water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Switching off my laptop. Its been on for 2 days straight. Think its gonna explode any moment now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Definitely not blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;5 BIGGEST JOYS IN MY LIFE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The happy times i had with my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The existence of the internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Retail Therapy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The development of technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cooking Stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a nonsensical post that took me damn long to finish. Realised i dont have much joys in my life. That's just sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-115746796479870440?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115746796479870440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=115746796479870440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115746796479870440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115746796479870440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/10-years-ago-i-was-smart-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-115737973300087618</id><published>2006-09-04T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:58:12.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag tag</title><content type='html'>1. Choose a band / artist and answer ONLY in titles of their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you male or female?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Long way to happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Describe yourself:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Long way to happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do some people feel about you:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How do you feel about yourself:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Last to Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ex boyfriends/girlfriends:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Current boyfriend/girlfriend/crush:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hell Wit Ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Describe where you want to be:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Get the party started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Describe where you live:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Humble Neighborhoods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Describe how you live:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Unwind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What would you ask for if you had just one wish:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Family Portrait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Share a few words of Wisdom:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Do What You Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Any general advice:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Walk Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Share a favorite pickup line:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Is It Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. And if that one doesn't work:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tonights the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What secondary school do/did you attend:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Who Knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pepsi or coke:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nobody Knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Any pets?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Runaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite food:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cuz I Can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you drink?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hiccup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Say goodbye:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Leave Me Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; lol. ok i was just bored, didnt think it would take me long but it did! shit i still have to study thinking skills!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-115737973300087618?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115737973300087618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=115737973300087618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115737973300087618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115737973300087618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/tag-tag.html' title='tag tag'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-115478815616574365</id><published>2006-08-05T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:25:46.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bimbo,</title><content type='html'>ok.. this is a really bimboish post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking at my stomach just now. and its in a really weird shape. i ont know wats wrong with it. the two sides are like, bent in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-115478815616574365?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115478815616574365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=115478815616574365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115478815616574365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115478815616574365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/bimbo.html' title='Bimbo,'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-115478775663945495</id><published>2006-08-05T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:24:56.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/1600/Image014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/320/Image014.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont play play ar. They are licensed to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean grill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jac went to chilis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was just heaven.. but i do feel a bit guilty now.. a steak for 56 bucks? thats freaking expensive. but it was just so worth it.. boiled veggies, garlic bread, mashed potatoes and a huge slab of gravy dripping flame grilled rib eye???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/1600/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/320/Image013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea... we shopped till about 10pm.  when we were supposed to study. which is also what im supposed to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i think this is the last post im gonna post till the end of my exams&lt;br /&gt;which is like a month away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study study study&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-115478775663945495?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115478775663945495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=115478775663945495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115478775663945495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115478775663945495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/chilis.html' title='Chilis'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-115478689698516184</id><published>2006-08-05T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:27:54.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPOSTER IMPOSTER IN MY HOUSE</title><content type='html'>i want to forget about frustrating and sad things that make me really fucking pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to forget i want to forget i want to forget. Isnt there some magic  chant that can do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy things hmm.. happy things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the midnight puppet show put on by shinshen de choir last sat with chao ying. The first malaysian 100% all-teen production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad la for a malaysian producion la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its abt this brat who turned into a doll while the doll became a real person and the brat was sent to the orpahnage while the doll took her place. during the journey back to her mansion, the brat learnt not to be selfish while the doll who was actually good, beacme selfish because she had to imtitate the brat so that the people wouldnt realise that she's an imposter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea well.. typical plot line. But it was quite good though. after all.. i like musicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just that i was creeped out by people in masks dancing around; and this joker doll, i really think the actress has issues.the only teen acting with a bunch of cute kids. and she's really overdramatic, trying to act cuter den the cuddly-wuddly kids..ewwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPOSTER IMPOSTER in my house! ( thats one of the songs by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it really shows that malaysians really suck at english. The actors were just trying too hard to pronounce every word they they overdid it. it just made the dialogue sound forced. Should have just sang all the way.. that would have made the play so much nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, had supper with yaw ann and cathy. went to petaling street to have this reallyyummy soup thingy..with pork and cabbage... mm... i want!!!! oh and also hokkien mien and lala.. i wanna go petaling street again.. i want i want i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food..... im just so greedy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-115478689698516184?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115478689698516184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=115478689698516184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115478689698516184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115478689698516184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/imposter-imposter-in-my-house.html' title='IMPOSTER IMPOSTER IN MY HOUSE'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-115433901681558408</id><published>2006-07-31T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:44:09.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>car trip to hell part 2</title><content type='html'>ok i think i delayed long enuff. better blog about it before i forget all about the car ride from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so we were supposed to go to putrajaya, me, PH and jac to visit the ministry of agriculture. Since putrajaya is like..far, X volunteered to drive us there. I knew something bad was gonna happen, it's X for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But PH had to rush back for some bbq thing so me and jac reluctantly got onto the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly died 4 times!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time was when X wanted to change lane. No big deal right.&lt;br /&gt;Way big deal when u want to change lane while another car is also changing lanes. Imagine two cars, both at the same position but different lanes. One car is changing to the lane of the other car, while the other car is changing to the other car's lane. I swear the two cars were only a hair's breadth away from each other. luckily the car swerved back into his own lane when he saw X changing. X still had the gall to point the middle finger at the fellow and shout " Dont you dare change into my lane, you PUNK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time was a Pajero, details arent that different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third time was a lorry. When we came to a toll, X wanted to cut into the next toll lane. Problem is, there already is a lorry coming into that toll. Its a lorry for christ sake. he sped thru the lane, and we nearly banged into the lorry's side. God! me, jac and PH were at the back, clutching our chests, scared as hell. The toll lady saw the whole thing and she was lauffing at the whole thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth was a Van. details arent that different from the first one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in putrajaya a little later. It was a wonder we were still alive. Putrajaya's a new town so the infrastructure aint completely built yet. Anewae, we lost our way getting to precinct 5 which was where the ministry of agriculture is. Instead we went to this highway that we thought was going to lead us to KL. luckily, it didnt. Not that luckily, the highway wasnt completely built yet and there was no way to u-turn back. X said " well, this is the first time im doing this and also the last" I wasnt sure what he was going to do at that time yet. But i thought he was going to u turn and go back the same way. (which means driving in the opposite way on that road) But no.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know the barrier thing in between highways? where they plant flowers and stuff on a raised cement ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He freaking drove across the barrier to the other side of the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! that was damn funny.. we were laughing all the way back to KL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-115433901681558408?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115433901681558408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=115433901681558408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115433901681558408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115433901681558408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/car-trip-to-hell-part-2.html' title='car trip to hell part 2'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-115433900557641880</id><published>2006-07-31T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:43:29.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i think i delayed long enuff. better blog about it before i forget all about the car ride from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so we were supposed to go to putrajaya, me, PH and jac to visit the ministry of agriculture. Since putrajaya is like..far, X volunteered to drive us there. I knew something bad was gonna happen, it's X for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But PH had to rush back for some bbq thing so me and jac reluctantly got onto the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly died 4 times!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time was when X wanted to change lane. No big deal right.&lt;br /&gt;Way big deal when u want to change lane while another car is also changing lanes. Imagine two cars, both at the same position but different lanes. One car is changing to the lane of the other car, while the other car is changing to the other car's lane. I swear the two cars were only a hair's breadth away from each other. luckily the car swerved back into his own lane when he saw X changing. X still had the gall to point the middle finger at the fellow and shout " Dont you dare change into my lane, you PUNK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time was a Pajero, details arent that different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third time was a lorry. When we came to a toll, X wanted to cut into the next toll lane. Problem is, there already is a lorry coming into that toll. Its a lorry for christ sake. he sped thru the lane, and we nearly banged into the lorry's side. God! me, jac and PH were at the back, clutching our chests, scared as hell. The toll lady saw the whole thing and she was lauffing at the whole thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth was a Van. details arent that different from the first one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in putrajaya a little later. It was a wonder we were still alive. Putrajaya's a new town so the infrastructure aint completely built yet. Anewae, we lost our way getting to precinct 5 which was where the ministry of agriculture is. Instead we went to this highway that we thought was going to lead us to KL. luckily, it didnt. Not that luckily, the highway wasnt completely built yet and there was no way to u-turn back. X said " well, this is the first time im doing this and also the last" I wasnt sure what he was going to do at that time yet. But i thought he was going to u turn and go back the same way. (which means driving in the opposite way on that road) But no.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know the barrier thing in between highways? where they plant flowers and stuff on a raised cement ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He freaking drove across the barrier to the other side of the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! that was damn funny.. we were laughing all the way back to KL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-115433900557641880?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115433900557641880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=115433900557641880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115433900557641880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115433900557641880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-i-think-i-delayed-long-enuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-115407937582253740</id><published>2006-07-28T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T17:36:15.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Ride to hell</title><content type='html'>God... im just glad i came back in one piece. I was in X's car, which shall now be known as the car from hell (CAH).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nerves are so frizzed out and jumpy that i cant type properly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till i can gather my senses together and am able to type coherently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i shall blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-115407937582253740?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115407937582253740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=115407937582253740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115407937582253740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115407937582253740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/car-ride-to-hell.html' title='Car Ride to hell'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-115399312236774812</id><published>2006-07-27T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:38:42.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a camwhoring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate lan class... its so... stupid! wat's the point of having a two hour  lecture where nobody listens and can still get a b anyway. oh ya. btw, a b is considered good because its a useless class where as long as u pass you're ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. so we spent Lan class taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/1600/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/320/Image020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choy Ling, Su Cheng, Me, PeiLin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/1600/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/320/Image025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol... i like honda's expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/1600/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/320/Image027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eeeeeeee* ghost!!!&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/1600/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/320/Image021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my shiny ipod! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... this is my favourite picture. Pei Lin's friend was wearing this hat which is really really cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So say hello to Dr. Seuess(? not sure of spelling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/1600/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/168/640/320/Image033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-115399312236774812?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115399312236774812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=115399312236774812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115399312236774812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115399312236774812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-was-camwhoring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16252875.post-115384061747016279</id><published>2006-07-25T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:36:09.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagging..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;its abit late.. but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I got tagged by FERNIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Once you are tagged you MUST write an entry about 6 weird habits/things you do/odd information, as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next six people to be tagged and list their names:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. I let out my farts little bit by little bit so there wont be any sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. Sometimes i wear a jacket even though its hot, just to feel warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. I nod at what people say even though i dont really understand/im not really listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. I like to imitate bimbos and their fake slangs. *omigod. like thats totally uncool**flips hair*      (even though i cant do it well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5.One of my favourite things to do is to sit out on a open balcony with a steaming hot drink,reading a book while staring at the stars occasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6. I collect all sorts of junk, and never throw them away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:BLACK;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Name 21 people you can think of right off the top of your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. Jaclyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. Sue Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. Chao Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. Choy Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. Yan Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6. Li Bing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7. You Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8. Stella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9. Fern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10. Sze2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;11. Li Yhee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;12. Shaun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;13. Por Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;14.Aizad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;15. Yan Ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;16. Shok Yen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;17.Chui Rhong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;18.Wei Chek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;19. Pei Lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;20. Desmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;21. Su cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;THE QUESTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. How did you meet 14?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- my classmate in taylors.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. What would you do if you never met 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- i would be so bored. nobody to crap with on the internet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. What would you do if 20 and 9 date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- My childhood friend with my cousin? so cool but so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. Did you ever like 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- omigod. that would make me a lesbian wouldnt it. Like her as a friend la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. Would 3 and 12 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- hmm... NONONONO. totally wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6. Describe 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- cute. clever.hardworking.cheery. aint that the best qualities u can have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7.Do you think 13 is attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-umm.. in his own way. yea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8.Tell me something about 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- She works in sentosa and is the cutest thing you've ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9. Do you know any of 4's family members?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-  umm.. nope. but i know she has a younger sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10. What's 21's favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- definitely white. Her whole wardrobe is white. She'll dye her hair white if she could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;11. What would you do if 18 just confessed he/sheliked you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- damn happy. he's the self confessed lee hom for goodness sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;12. What language does 20 speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-English?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;13. Who is 9 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- no one at the moment. but i hope what she wants can come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;14. What grade is 16 in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- JC1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;15. When's the last time you talked to 13?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- today after school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;16. What perfume does number 2 uses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- au naturel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;17. Would you ever date 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- if i turn lesbian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;18. Would you ever date 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- !!! i do date her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;19. Is 15 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- i think so? too many ppl want her so i dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;20. What is 19's last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- NG... That's such a boring question!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;21. Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- yup. long term serious friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;22. What school does 3 go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Taylors college subang jaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;23. Where does 10 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Jalan Bentara 5.JB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;24. What's your favorite thing about 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; - Gives lots of good advice. imparts her wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;25.Have you seen number 1 naked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- I'll leave that to your imagination. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ok, its a bit late and im really supposed to be studying. but im not. damn the laptop. damn the internet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16252875-115384061747016279?l=obscure-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115384061747016279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16252875&amp;postID=115384061747016279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115384061747016279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16252875/posts/default/115384061747016279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obscure-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/tagging.html' title='tagging..'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468599105303536986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
