<?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-21664607</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:11:50.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>white paper</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-2684160591476750160</id><published>2008-01-01T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:15:55.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>year 2007</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it's been a really long time since i've updated. i've just been too caught up with activities and it's only now that i finally feel more settled and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually wrote a really long and draggy post on whats been happening in my life since i came back but i decided to delete it. i've been thinking for a while how meaningless my blog post have become. basically since i came back i've been spending time with my family, what with steamboat my mom prepared on the day i arrived, curry the nxt day, Ikoi buffet for christmas dinner, and den it was off to hongkong with the family. countdown was spent again, not with friends this year, but with my family. i did feel tempted to go for new year bash, or the celebration at roy's place, but thinking how my family only gets reunited like twice a yr, i thought it was better to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well, anw, my sis flew home on the 1st, and i'm not quite sure when's the nxt time all of us would be together again, nor am i sure when's the nxt time i'd have time to go down to london to visit her. so from now onwards its all trying to catch up with everyone before i go back. i was just flipping through my organiser, and got kinda freaked out when i realised i'm flying back nxt nxt wk end. and i feel like i've been back for 1week only or sth :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well anw, i usually write a post at the end of the yr reflecting whats been happening for 2007 or sth. in general, 07 doesn't even feel like a yr at all. everything just seemed to drift by so fast. well to think abt it, i daresay from after As till the start of uni has been the best holiday of my ENTIRE LIFE. i'm sure you've read abt my endless ranting about how much i miss bintan holiday, the mahjong days/gym/chomps/liquid kitchen and together with the weekly saturday outings, food hunting with sam and the rest, shopping trips with hs, driving lessons and complaing abt the cheeko instructors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den there was the release of A level results, NUS interview, decision of King's vs Sheff, mango/zara/fox/g2000blu shopping spree for winter clothes, visa application, packing, which led to the ultimate flight on the 13th of September to London Heathrow, where dad drove me up to sheff with my severely overweight luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to start reflecting on the first 3mths of my overseas education journey. i can't seem to find the correct words to pen down how i exactly feel. i can honestly say that even before i flew home i was thinking abt the dread of flying back. school work and the course is fine and interesting and i really enjoy it [haven't had exams. haha] food wise, it's ok. i noe i appear to be a foodie fanatic to most ppl but honestly, i didn't miss sg food that badly, prolly coz i do my own cooking. i guess the people and the money has affected me most significantly. i can't seem to get along, or find ppl i can mix with and feel happy with in sheffield. it's probably just person A that's contributing to 40% of my misery. i noe as a reader you'd probably be thinking to urself that why dont' i just stop associating myself with person A, but its not that easy as our lives are rather interlinked. its not like in sg where you can just try to distance urself from people you think you cannot get along with, argh i don't know how to explain why its different. or maybe i'm just such a softie that i just rather chew and swallow my words. i don't know..&lt;br /&gt;the other 40% of my misery was due to monetary issues. i keep blogging about how much i'm trying to scrimp and save. just to clarify, i do have more than enough money to last me the entire year, its just that trying to comply with mom's weekly budget of 50pounds and juggling my social life is proving too difficult for the puny brain of mine.&lt;br /&gt;and finally, the last 20% of my misery is of coz due to the loneliness and how much i miss my family and friends. upon reflection, i came to the conclusion that its coz i've been having so much fun and spending so much time with my friends and family in the first half of the yr when i wasn't doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've been doing some serious thinking [don't be mistaken that my brain is only focussed on food :P], if i were to continue living like that when i'm back, i'd probably not survive 5yrs. [considering how i haven't been able to sleep and the hormonal aspect of my body has gone up in protest for 3months and counting]. i have to change my mindset towards certain things. like how i see most people are enjoying themselves overseas, i'm going to put in an effort to enjoy myself as well. 40% of misery due to personA, i can't think of a solution to it. 40% due to money, i'm going to have to try to relax abt it. i can't just keep thinking abt it and stressing myself up. and the other 20%, i'm sure it'll be better this term as school life has already been kinda established in a "routine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess that's about it. i sincerely hope and pray that 2008 would be a better year. let me be more mature and independent and more apt at handling issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to end with are some pictures i took over the christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3on5bSl59I/AAAAAAAAAMs/ttV7WkIMLUU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150472991383349202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3on5bSl59I/AAAAAAAAAMs/ttV7WkIMLUU/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the every petite sister. makes me look so fat. location: hong kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3on5bSl5-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/2VZ5tDWJc64/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150472991383349218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3on5bSl5-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/2VZ5tDWJc64/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my car in 30yrs time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3on5rSl5_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/WOQifl-wXdg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150472995678316530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3on5rSl5_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/WOQifl-wXdg/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the perfect afternoon tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3on5rSl6AI/AAAAAAAAANE/aGpKVtzMJ6M/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150472995678316546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3on5rSl6AI/AAAAAAAAANE/aGpKVtzMJ6M/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sis's departure back to uk. 1.1.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3onh7Sl54I/AAAAAAAAAME/SnHw0IG4pnQ/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150472587656423298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3onh7Sl54I/AAAAAAAAAME/SnHw0IG4pnQ/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from left (clockwise): my messy room while packing, the night before we flew, another view on my messy room, and my christmas stocking my hosuemate hanged on our doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3oniLSl55I/AAAAAAAAAMM/gJhngw8HAJI/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150472591951390610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3oniLSl55I/AAAAAAAAAMM/gJhngw8HAJI/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chocolate log cake, traditional christmas pudding, and the view from manchester airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3onibSl56I/AAAAAAAAAMU/v_LdzbxEg-s/s1600-h/P1030230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150472596246357922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3onibSl56I/AAAAAAAAAMU/v_LdzbxEg-s/s320/P1030230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the usuals who welcomed me back! was so surprised yet really delighted to see all of them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3onirSl57I/AAAAAAAAAMc/SzFBwWEmfCE/s1600-h/P1030232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150472600541325234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3onirSl57I/AAAAAAAAAMc/SzFBwWEmfCE/s320/P1030232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; camwhore partners reunite :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3oni7Sl58I/AAAAAAAAAMk/9HYUgjic42s/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150472604836292546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3oni7Sl58I/AAAAAAAAAMk/9HYUgjic42s/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-2684160591476750160?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/2684160591476750160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=2684160591476750160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2684160591476750160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2684160591476750160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2008/01/year-2007.html' title='year 2007'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R3on5bSl59I/AAAAAAAAAMs/ttV7WkIMLUU/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-4336277302659646970</id><published>2007-12-20T09:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:15:56.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day was improved [no, unfortunately, not by the plumber, i swear their all on holiday, and when i depress my carpet, i can see water oozing out. ITS GROSS], yeah anw, it was improved when tracey came over and we whipped up a chinese home cooked meal of "chicken rice" rice [from one of the packets mom sent me], stir fry chicken breast with Lee Kum Kee Pork Rib Sauce, half a garlic bread, and Doritos with homemade salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den after a really full meal, while surfing facebook :P, we went on to our christmas present from the med school, 53 freaking mcqs. i swear, its either i haven't been doing proper revision, or it was in a bid to scare the shit out of us so we'll work during the christmas. anw we started at 930pm and finished at about 1215am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too full to sleep, and its 208am and i have 4lects tmr. but i just can't, might as well read Essential Haematology. last day of school! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R2nNnrSl50I/AAAAAAAAALk/HtzBRs_cIwU/s1600-h/P1030196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R2nNnrSl50I/AAAAAAAAALk/HtzBRs_cIwU/s320/P1030196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145870130766800706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the bomb! White Russian at Bia Hoi [pronounced BEE-AH-HOI] Pink russian was good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R2nNn7Sl51I/AAAAAAAAALs/tCG_BNxgYE4/s1600-h/P1030200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R2nNn7Sl51I/AAAAAAAAALs/tCG_BNxgYE4/s320/P1030200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145870135061768018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last Population! of the term, me, minoli and vaso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R2nNobSl52I/AAAAAAAAAL0/huByIENP6po/s1600-h/_DSC7736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R2nNobSl52I/AAAAAAAAAL0/huByIENP6po/s320/_DSC7736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145870143651702626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my prize prensentation a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R2nNpLSl53I/AAAAAAAAAL8/RadMtcLWQLc/s1600-h/P1030217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R2nNpLSl53I/AAAAAAAAAL8/RadMtcLWQLc/s320/P1030217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145870156536604530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't look as appetising as it taste! :) call me when i'm back, and if you've stocked up on ur diarrhoea pills, i'd be glad to cook for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-4336277302659646970?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/4336277302659646970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=4336277302659646970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4336277302659646970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4336277302659646970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_20.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R2nNnrSl50I/AAAAAAAAALk/HtzBRs_cIwU/s72-c/P1030196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-8932897005488238630</id><published>2007-12-19T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:11:36.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you noe, as i was blogging yesterdays entry, i was thinking, life is too good to be true. and yes of coz when things FINALLY starts looking up, life throws you shit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ok in my case, its not really that bad a thing, its just that things would be perfect if not for the fact that some bloody pipe in  my room is leaking, which has leaked into my carpet in my closet, causing my washing powder to be wet, soaking through my cardboard box. now, everything from that area is placed outside, causing my small room to look even WORST. [not including the fact that i have at least 2 loads of washing and hanging up of laundry to do in my room] and with all these stuff cluttered around,how the hell am i gonna take my suitcase out to pack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh irritated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-8932897005488238630?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/8932897005488238630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=8932897005488238630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8932897005488238630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8932897005488238630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_2226.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-5726956783988178593</id><published>2007-12-19T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T07:23:19.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great day today and i'm one happy girl. or more like this week started out so much better than last week's one. last week, i had dissection class on monday, travelling 2hrs to Northern General Hospital for Basic Life Support on Wed, and ILA on thurday. plus, i wasn't in a very good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week, i only have dissection on monday, and i went to Population! yesterday with Vaso and Minoli. it's been a while since we've been out, and it was Global Population, so we got our tickets for 1pound! and they were selling VK Tropical! it was great fun, apart from a small event which left me :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes continuing my schedule, i had class from 9-11 today, class from 9-11 tmr, class from 9-12 tmr, and den 12-2 me and Vaso would be doing the med school interview tours. and there's no school on friday! thats just school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to the city centre in the afternoon, and i got 2 H&amp;amp;M summer dresses for like 7pounds each, which is 21sgd, and their the kind where ppl always buy from online for like 40sgd so YAY! BUT, Vaso paid for me coz she said that'll be my christmas gift! :) and den i walked around and saw stuff and bought them as well, not for myself so i'm THOROUGHLY broke. Vaso and Min went to Nando's for dinner [last Nando's before we go back] and i proceeded on to meet Srujana [the other sg girl] to head on to the yr2 sgp's house for steamboat. sort of like a gathering and to celebrate Davinder's bday. i really enjoyed myself, and basked in the atmosphere of all the singaporeans. guessed what the more common topics they talked about were? politics, working in sg vs working in uk, AND....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARMY TALK! zomg, to think that i'm still being subject to listening to stuff like "the chee b** MO damn D* L** lah, only give me attend B etc etc etc....." hahaha hilarious. and it was so funny to hear words like cb and dl being used again as opposed to f*** that we were kinda tickled. had loads of fishballs, sotong balls, chicken, pork, veg, beehoon, sausages, crabsticks. all of us chipped in and me and sruj was in charge of buying the crabstick and fishballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have that warm fuzzy feeling now, sth i haven't felt in a while. i guess its prolly coz of the gathering, the shopping and the fact that its last week of school and i'm more relaxed, and I'LL BE SEEING YOU GUYS FROM SUNDAY ONWARDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp anw tmr is rest day, gonna finish up my readings so i won't have to do work during the break, thurs i'm being invited to the Christmas party their holding at my kitchen. these 2 guys are cooking so all of us pay 5pounds and there. don't think i'd be talking much but its nice to be invited,and i would like to experience how the locals celebrate their christmas. hope i won't be too left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is free day. gonna pack my stuff, head on to Tesco's to spend my 2pound voucher, buy alcohol and nanchos etc, pack my suitcase, get Min and Vaso to push my luggage up the bloody hill, and we're having a girls night + alcohol, [apparently in a bid to make everyone drunk]. and den before i noe it its Saturday, and we're off off and away to Manchester Airport! and den the next time i open my eyes, i'm in sunny [hopefuly it'll be sunny by then] sunny island! [apparently the temp diff btw sg and sheff is so great, davinder couldn't take it and didn't feel good. i hope nothing happens to me, the worst scenario is getting sick! CHOI]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok den, off to catch up some missing sleep from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-5726956783988178593?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/5726956783988178593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=5726956783988178593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5726956783988178593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5726956783988178593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_19.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-4499587073866777585</id><published>2007-12-17T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T05:05:31.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, as much as i've been complaining and self consoling, i really don't noe how i'm going to get through this coming 6more days. i am dying so much to come back like flying off tmr or sth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-4499587073866777585?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/4499587073866777585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=4499587073866777585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4499587073866777585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4499587073866777585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_17.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-3968106024128032725</id><published>2007-12-15T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T04:30:15.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo, thinking back, this week has been some kinda emotional rollercoaster for me. basically its just me feeling really really homesick and certain things happening back home made me really unhappy. but its affected my mood the whole week, and even the studying bit? i've just been surfing thru my recommended readings coz i HAVE to and not actually absorbing anything.. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its the christmas season and everyone's geared up for PARTYING and i'm like the wet blanket. basically just not interested in wasting my money on clubbing, rather sit in like Bia Hoi and drink white russian/ pink russian or sth. which reminds me i'm BROKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't noe what i do with my money, considering i'm always trying to save here and there, but like woah.. ok i bought stockings and long black socks coz its getting freaking cold [it was 0 degrees at 12noon today], and leg warmers! haha.. and so after school, which was a 4hr lect in the lt with NO HEATING today [it says alot about the finances of the med school] i went to the city centre to do christmas shopping for the 3 of them. i got a "grow a boyfriend" from robyn. just in case ur wondering, it's this rubber-ish thing, and when you put it in water, it GROWS. and i got a Mr T Bubble Bath from minoli, which is bubble bath in a muscular man figurine. all takin a good swipe at my lack of love life. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought their presents all at M&amp;amp;S, and when i was there i was just drooling at all the food at the food hall and at the back of my mind cursing the fact that i'm so @#$%^$% poor. [btw, i'm in a bit to stop cursing. coz it seems i'm such a pushover i've been influenced in "spicing" up my language to suit the NORM here, that i realised once i go home i'd be labelled as an UNREFINED woman.] well ok, i had to get milk anw, so i subcummbed to 4 carrot and walnut muffins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den it was still 0 degrees, and i was standing waiting for the bus, and den i saw 80 and i ran for it[80 stops RIGHT OUSIDE my house]. and den of coz after like 20mins into the bus journey, i was wondering why the bus was travelling such a weird route, to realise my low power contact lenses read 90 as 80. again i was like @#$%. dropped at some place i knew, and i walked UPHILL WITH ALL MY HEAVY SHOPPING. finally reached home, too hectic day, unwinding now with a cup of earl grey. though i really need to do some studying. i have 1 more week [which seems so hard to pass] to finish up all my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robyn left for manchester today, and flying off tomorrow. was over at her place watching her pack to say bye, and i really really really really x10 can't wait to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a christmas party at minz place later in her kitchen, and den staying over at vaso's coz i do not fancy walking back in this freezing temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was killing time between lunch and lessons at the Health Sciences Library today, [unlike what my coursemates are doing, pouring over Kumar &amp;amp; Clarke, or at the computer room printing lecure notes] i was checking the weather for HK. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA, well i have to prepare like warm clothes to bring home in case hong kong's winter is cold wat, but errr 16-22? haha i think i'm just gonna bring home a cardigan and wear short sleeve tshirts or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes btw, its really funny hearing vaso [my cyprian friend] speak more and more like a singaporean [i nvr really noticed how we sound like, till i heard her speak], and its hilarious. coz there's me, robyn and jinn, and when the 3 of us speak, you can see the bewildered look on their face when all the lah lee lors comes up.HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am rambling alot aint i, prob in one of the better moods i've been over the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh random fact, i've alr made a mental note which jeans to wear on board the plane, and which ones to pack. and i'm buying sommerfields chocolate chip cookies to bring along on my train/plane journey from sheffield - london. and my campaign to clear my freezer is coming along pretty well! [just a random info, i had like meatballs, sausages, frozen pasta, char siew pau, chicken pau, fishballs, 5drumsticks, 2 porkribs, 2 chicken breast, frozen apple crumble] i do in fact still have rhaspberry jam, NUTELLA (3/4 full), peanut butter, Thorton chocolates, ginger snaps, salt&amp;amp;vinegar chips, lemon chicken &amp;amp; thyme chips. typing this out makes me realise i do have alot of SNACKS. [shh i act have 1 and a half packets full of MILO sachets, and 1 box of HELLO PANDA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i've bored the shit out of everyone, but can't seem to stop. nxt wk at this time, i'd be packing my bag, eating pizza with tracey and min and vaso, all happy and excited to go home. 1 more week, 1 more week, 1 more week of removing hearts &amp;amp; lungs and squinting eyes to spot arteries and veins from Netter's or Snells, or to read Underwood's or basically, to just sit in that BLOODY FREEZING LT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm buzzing off, see you guys in 9days [8days till i fly off though!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-3968106024128032725?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/3968106024128032725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=3968106024128032725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3968106024128032725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3968106024128032725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_15.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-8458422757125108770</id><published>2007-12-13T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T04:26:00.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to go home so much, that i'm actually thinking of what would be in my Q pack while trying to understand blood groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random, last night's white russian and pink russian was so good, so fat, coz it contained cream and milk in it. tonight's sort of like the last hanging out session of the 4 of us before R flys home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9more days [not including today]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-8458422757125108770?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/8458422757125108770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=8458422757125108770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8458422757125108770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8458422757125108770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_13.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-8181081043836624582</id><published>2007-12-11T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T20:06:28.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was quite shocked at myself yesterday. i've never ever lost control before. and when i thought back, it was so stupid -inserts paperbag emoticon- nvm, i'll be back soon, and there'll be mummy to take care of me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the strike of the evil insomnia is back AGAIN. 2 more weeks, 2 more weeks. 2 wks from today, is CHRISTMAS DAY! 2wks and 2days from today, its flying off to HK day! but more importantly, 12days from today, i will be on the train from Sheff to Manchester in1hrs time. flying from Manc - Heathrow in 4hrs time, flying from Heathrow - Changi in abt 7hrs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well before i start celebrating, i have to plough through ECGs which looks like the yuppi gummy worms? and Psychosocial influences on Coronary Heart Disease [its almost like sociology]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ohh, apart from realising how phy can act be integrated in med[while studying abt flow through arteries], there was HISTORY in medicine today. the lecturer was talking about Rasputin! [Ra Ra Rasputin, lover of the russian queen] hahaha we were studying abt Haemophilia, how it was passed within the royal family of Queen Victoria through genetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, OFF-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-8181081043836624582?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/8181081043836624582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=8181081043836624582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8181081043836624582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8181081043836624582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_35.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-1423877240844986192</id><published>2007-12-11T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T00:40:51.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont' know what to say but it seems like the people around me are turning into a nightmare i've nvr dreamt of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it beats me why i'm so affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quarterlife crisis. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-1423877240844986192?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/1423877240844986192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=1423877240844986192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1423877240844986192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1423877240844986192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_11.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-1258491486547396151</id><published>2007-12-06T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:15:56.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fly by me.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not in the mood to do any studying. not at all, though technically i should strive to finish those backlogged lectures before i come home. dont' want to spend my holidays mugging omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weeks are starting to pass by really fast! which is a good thing coz before you know it, its 2 weeks later, and its time for me to go home. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading blogs of people in sg finishing their exams somehow makes me feel so excited for them to go out and celebrate... and it makes the desire to come home even greater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to live like a pauper. as spoilt as i sound, its painful to keep counting and counting AND COUNTING how much you CAN spend a week. you can't even treat urself to the occassional craving coz you think like shit, i've overspent, will i have enough money for the rest of the yr :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok going to collect my laundry and hang them up and start doing some work. i've got to see my patient on friday and i'm kinda not looking forward to it? the 2hr travelling time PUTS ME OFF LIKE BIG TIME. and some ppl can actually walk to their patients house :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, some random photo i took from my window yesterday. i thought it was weird the sky was pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R1bk8CvVkoI/AAAAAAAAALM/Uwqn5nhBJ1o/s1600-h/P1030171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R1bk8CvVkoI/AAAAAAAAALM/Uwqn5nhBJ1o/s320/P1030171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140547744868700802" 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/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R1bpxivVkqI/AAAAAAAAALc/i4ySLfLQQt8/s1600-h/P1030174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R1bpxivVkqI/AAAAAAAAALc/i4ySLfLQQt8/s320/P1030174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140553062038213282" 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/21664607-1258491486547396151?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/1258491486547396151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=1258491486547396151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1258491486547396151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1258491486547396151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='fly by me.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/R1bk8CvVkoI/AAAAAAAAALM/Uwqn5nhBJ1o/s72-c/P1030171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-2089476340799982711</id><published>2007-11-29T05:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T06:08:05.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been able to sleep for 3nights, and i don't noe what to expect tonight. i just go to bed at 1230am, coz i have to get up by 730am. but i only actually fall asleep at 2am. the rest of the time is spent staring at the ceiling, with thoughts through my mind. i have no idea what i'm thinking about too, just like if i have to call up vodafone for admin stuff, do i have to go to the library to borrow a textbook for my recommended reading, do i have to phone my pregnant patient to arrange for a house visit and if so how do i go about asking her, and den i start worrying i won't understand her over the phone. think of money woes. mom tells me abt the finances and i get worried. den i think i have to study hard to get 60% to retain the scholarship. den i go back and think shit i have to sleep. and den i think why in the world am i noe sleeping, i have important lectures tomorrow. and the cycle goes on :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hairs in a mess, the new hair has grown far too long, i need to colour and rebond it again. i need new contact lenses coz i can't see with my current pair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i'm looking forward to is this friday, when i'm going for my pizza hut buffet! and french toast saturday. ok i've just had a really late dinner and i'm feeling so full i can't get myself to look at the anatomy of the heart -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yes if anyone is wondering, or would agree to go out with me when i'm back, i'm arriving at 1835 on the 23rd of Dec.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-2089476340799982711?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/2089476340799982711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=2089476340799982711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2089476340799982711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2089476340799982711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_29.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-2502107863416140151</id><published>2007-11-25T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:44:23.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this was random, but its not that i'm complaining! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/313519/1/.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anw thats how i try to keep in touch with singapore's news. if i remember to read the news. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people out there who are having their exams, good luck, first week of dec will come before you know it and its time for you to play again! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-2502107863416140151?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/2502107863416140151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=2502107863416140151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2502107863416140151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2502107863416140151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_25.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-7872686106547522589</id><published>2007-11-24T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T10:34:12.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>supper.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in trusty singapore, late night supper consists of prata, dou hua, curry rice, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today after attending Chee's turning 21 party, we headed down to Devonshire's Chippy, which sells good ole english take out food aka fish &amp;amp; chips etc aka oil fest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you what they have. they have fish &amp;amp;chips, chips &amp;amp;cheese, chips&amp;amp;gravy, chips&amp;amp;curry, sausage&amp;amp;chips [sausage is BATTERED] etc. i had the sausage and chips, and i didn't order the special set so i ended up paying 2.30pounds instead of 1.90. DAMN. well anw, i finished everything. OMG i'm so screwed in terms of my weight. at least in sg when i supper, i do exercise or gym in the morning. HERE, i do nothing.. i'm gonna eat carrots and peas for lunch tmr. can't afford to snack anymore. really can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i should TRY to get to sleep though i'm too full to. see ya ppl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-7872686106547522589?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/7872686106547522589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=7872686106547522589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7872686106547522589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7872686106547522589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/11/supper.html' title='supper.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-7819556304977347608</id><published>2007-11-20T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T00:57:30.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i realised i haven't blogged in a while. haven't had much time! i'm such a sucker at household chores that i just get bogged down with them. i do like grocery shopping though, but that has left me with 40pounds to spend in 2 weeks, that includes transport, 3meals, socials, laundry etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to complain, i swear, i'm gonna get some lung infected disease from inhalation of SHISHA SMOKE. gawd, EVERY SINGLE DAY, when i enter my flat, it smells of that sickly strawbery shisha flavour thingy. apart from the fact that the kitchen stinks, i'm pretty much fine. and i swear i have an eating disorder. no listen, i think of food 24/7. its not funny, its actually getting pretty scary :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well but we've signed our contract for nxt yr appartment alr! its really expensive for Sheffield, prob cheap for London. but oh wells, i'm just glad its over and SORT of settled. just need to get council tax exemption and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had our very first sheffield snow fall yesterday! but the ground wasn't cold enough for the snow to settle. ok back to looking at pink and blue blobs of cells called Histology *snores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5more weeks till i get to board bus 136 to guess where? HAHAHAHAHA..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-7819556304977347608?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/7819556304977347608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=7819556304977347608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7819556304977347608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7819556304977347608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_20.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-7257100542780052254</id><published>2007-11-08T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:09:49.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooping up at home doing my essay has turned me semi-delirious. from laughing to crying, all within a few hours. how i wished i was back in sg, its deepavali tmr! which basically just means a holiday for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been keeping alot of comments to myself lately. watching from the sidelines. how i wish i was back in jc again, with friends like oi and xa, with sam and hu shing just round the corner for me to call. with the band ppl to hang out with and pursue our interest for food together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm off. 45 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-7257100542780052254?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/7257100542780052254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=7257100542780052254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7257100542780052254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7257100542780052254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-3836875970914022710</id><published>2007-11-06T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:15:34.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>craving</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a bad craving for short street dou hua with you tiao. not only that, i miss the company that i'm always with when i'm there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-3836875970914022710?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/3836875970914022710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=3836875970914022710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3836875970914022710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3836875970914022710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/11/craving.html' title='craving'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-2144930933127543492</id><published>2007-11-06T06:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:15:57.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>essay stress</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when ur bored at home, alone, cold, trying to do ur freaking essay while the rest of the world outside are setting fire works and you can hear the random fireworks blasting sounds throughout the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Ry-XuouwMdI/AAAAAAAAALE/wSdWMfn1jv4/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Ry-XuouwMdI/AAAAAAAAALE/wSdWMfn1jv4/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129485328061575634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i clearly ain't concentrating ain't i? robyn just told me sth funny and random. ok break long enough, back to essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i've officially grown fatter guys! i feel it in my fingers, i feel it in my toes....... [well for me its more like i feel it in my tummy, i feel it in my faceee] and, so i'l go to medics ball this wk end looking like a big fat potato. my plan for december is to gym EVERY morning, and supper EVERY night. hee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh and i had a great time in london with sis and FOOD. refer to facebook for photos of borough market!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i can't afford to random day dream anymore. people who i haven't replied emails, i'm SO SORRY! will do it soon. till nxt time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-2144930933127543492?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/2144930933127543492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=2144930933127543492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2144930933127543492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2144930933127543492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/11/essay-stress.html' title='essay stress'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Ry-XuouwMdI/AAAAAAAAALE/wSdWMfn1jv4/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-4903748225549726660</id><published>2007-11-01T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T03:59:14.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>i'm so so so so so so so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl are all dressing up going for halloween partys but i'm again in no mood, no ENERGY to go for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i woke up at 730am showered and sat down from 820-1030am to do my histology practical! [online, so i can do it at home] and den i got to school, rushed home to eat lunch [i've found the perfect combo, rosemary bread + cream cheese + greek olive oil + balsamic vinegar], rushed out to meet my Community Attachment Scheme [CAS] grp member before heading down to Crystal Peaks, which is a freaking 1hr long journey for my meeting with the pregnant lady. meeting was good, getting there and back was a major BITCH. we were supposed to catch bus 30 but the bus didn't stop at the bus stop and the nxt bus was in 20mins, so we walked to another bus stop and took 42, though we didn't noe how to walk if we took 42. a few frantic calls and thoughts, my CAS grp member REMEMBERED that he owns a N95 which has a GPS inside. thank God for that. we stopped at the terminal and walked for a good 20mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way back, we took bus 41, which decided not to go pass where we stayed coz its like this round service thing, and i had to walk 15mins from this bus stop, to the sheffield bus terinal, to catch another bus home. i ws out from 2pm and only reached home at 7pm. dead tired, so i made microwave food. i still got work to do for tmr, but i'm on the verge of fallin aslp i don't noe how i'm going to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm down with flu, sore throat and a bad cough. i miss singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, my heater is finally working and vodafone worked this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-4903748225549726660?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/4903748225549726660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=4903748225549726660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4903748225549726660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4903748225549726660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/11/tired.html' title='tired.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-8399173197645134541</id><published>2007-10-31T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:19:06.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry abt the language. but as crude as it sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you vodafone, fuck you school work, fuck you social life, fuck you money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vodafone has some network problems, and i can't bloody contact anyone. and as someone who doesn't have a landline, things are not good. i'm virtually uncontactable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school work is piling up. i need to get my essay done, but i have a long day with travellin till abt 7pm tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my social life is crap. we had a malaysian singapore society social today, but i so wasn't in the mood coz i had so much work to do and it kept weighing down on my mind, i bought this 6pound ticket for the party which i didn't go in the end and ended up having to take a 5pound cab ride back. in all i spent 11pounds for something i didn't enjoy at all, probably pissed robyn off, potrayed to the whole world i'm a mugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the money thing is with regard to the 11 pounds i wasted. ironically, i've been saving my ass off packing sandwiches to school nowdays and i just burned 11pounds in 1 night. i thought i could save the money to spend in london. i do have money, and excess to spend. but i don't feel good spending all the money that is given to me, knowing how hard dad works for it. i've been through the scrimps and saves we had to when sis was sent overseas, and now with both of us overseas, i can't imagine how much more difficult it's going to be back home. and i'm flingin money out like no one's business. if i keep talking abt money, ppl will jsut get irritated and like think i'm auntie and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i do at least wish vodafone would STOP GIVING ME SHIT TROUBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to slp, feeling a little tipsy from 1 shots of sakae and 1 cocktail. waking up at 7 to do work. night world. hopefully tmr would be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i sound full of woe in the uk, act i'm surviving fine. its just human nature to complain when times get tough, and fail to note down the times when they have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night world. mad world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-8399173197645134541?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/8399173197645134541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=8399173197645134541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8399173197645134541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8399173197645134541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_31.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-26266823900887314</id><published>2007-10-21T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T05:13:29.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be thoroughly honest and say, there have been thoughts running through my mind of how it would be like if i had chosen King's instead of Sheffield. especially when i feel i will suck so badly at the 2000 word essay i'm doing on History of Syphilis, and how i'm lagging behind my lectures, and feeling so stupid amongst my group :( not that intelligence would be compensated if i had gone to another school, its just that human mind tends to make you think of all the "what if's".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have been closer to my sister! and i can go running to her everytime i'm bored/lonely/feeling stupid/having trouble [my vodafone bill is 60 fu**ing pounds. its suposed to be a contract of 12.50pounds. TELL ME WHY?] i can buy krispy kreme, go to leicester square for chinese food, bask in the bustle of the life in london.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as opposed to: feeling bored/lonely/stupid/having trouble and settling it alone. living at the bottom of a hill is so not funny. having 3 fire alarms in 4 days [they had one last night, so glad i was at my friend's room] eating 3-day old fried rice for dinner and cutting my finger while chopping carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well of course, the guilt trip hits me and i think of how much money i'm saving now! watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had chinese take-out today and it was SO GOOD. actually come to think of it, the standard is probably like sg's food court mixed rice stall kind of standard. but having been living on cheese on toast and tuna mayo sandwich, i was drooling and ate so much! thus i had 1 scone for dinner. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and of course, we had cookie dough b&amp;amp;js later. GUESS THE PRICE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.99POUNDS! omg! it was half price. that should be abt 6sgd. for 1 pint! HAHAHA and i bought another flavour called "piece of cake" which essentially is strawberry cheesecake. and i was wondering how come ppl gave me weird looks when i told them strawberry cheesecake is the nicest flavour. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the land of never-ending words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;friday. friday. friday. friday. friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;london. london. london. london. london.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dad. dad. dad. dad. dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sg food. sg food. sg food. sg food. sg food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-26266823900887314?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/26266823900887314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=26266823900887314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/26266823900887314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/26266823900887314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_21.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-4493256255329192366</id><published>2007-10-16T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:41:57.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hell load of catching up to do.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna make this a quick one as i have hell loads of catching up to do. just so to let you noe, i got 5/12 for my first test. ZOMG HELP, how in the world am i gonna get 60% for my final paper? time to go out less, spend less money, turn into the typical cliched international mugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway purpose of blogging wasn't to talk about this. about 1 week ago, at 4am, i got woken up by a bloody alarm. reason being, somebody's brother, who was drunk, broke the glass of the fire alarm thing, rounded the whole 16flats of people (8 ppl per flat) to the car park in the freezing cold in pyjamas. we waited for 30mins outside before they let us in. fine den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS MORNING AT 2AM [i slept at 1am with my physiology book in hand] we got woken up again by the bloody alarm! WTF. this time guess what, 2 fire engines came zooming in urgently, 5 fireman walked briskly to the flat in full fire gear. after 10mins, the lead fire man came out [in those kind of heroic movie looking with the rest behind him], holding something in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone from flat 1, was making their TOAST AT 2AM IN THE MORNING [mind you we have a 9 o clock today], i have no idea how a grown 19yr old can BURN TOAST TILL SMOKE COMES OUT AND ACTIVATES THE BLOODY FIRE ALARM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rest my case. on the contary this morning, i felt so awake in lectures! unfortunately we had lectures which generally have the lecturer talking about how 5yrs from now, we'd graduate as hard-hearted ppl. somehow i think the cirriculum stresses SLIGHTLY TOO MUCH on patients as no.1. whereas in sg, you get like almost the whole course scientific based.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp again i had dissection yesterday, on the gastro-intestinal tract. guess what i was thinking about as i was looking at the furrowed intestines, soft and squishy? heh heh heh KUEY CHAP! gawd. i'm such a greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;books beckons. update soon den!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-4493256255329192366?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/4493256255329192366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=4493256255329192366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4493256255329192366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4493256255329192366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/10/hell-load-of-catching-up-to-do.html' title='hell load of catching up to do.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-2001913225001436417</id><published>2007-10-09T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:14:19.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another dissection session, excuse for me to pig out. i had like a chicken tigh from the half priced roast chicken i got at Sommerfields with brussel sprouts and peas for lunch. finishing off with a strawberry cheesecake cup and japanese green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dilema: i signed up for paintballing on the 20th of October on a Saturday and paid 20pounds for it. but i arranged to go down to london to visit sister on that weekend. and when i asked if they could give a refund? NO REPLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i getting aggitated over this?&lt;br /&gt;because i really REALLY SERIOUSLY need to see a familiar face i've seen for 19years. I NEED IT :( planning my days with activities just don't seem to do the trick anymore with workload increasing. the initial hype and bustle of moving to a new place has ebbed away. as life becomes a routine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GO TO LONDON! RARRRRR and i pray that they'll reply me and give me a refund! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-2001913225001436417?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/2001913225001436417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=2001913225001436417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2001913225001436417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2001913225001436417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_09.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-6526739891675508855</id><published>2007-10-06T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T00:51:27.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hahahahha i want b&amp;amp;js&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; going to visit you when ur working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;den we can cross over to novena sq or sq2 to eat korean food for lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*WAIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;bfast at yakun first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i want to eat fried hokkien mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CHOMPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fried carrot cake white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MORE CHILLLI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;black!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;eeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cheng teng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;zomg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YEAHHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;dau suan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i want telor bawang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i want beach road prawn mee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i want bicycle man bak chor mee (kovan food centre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;OH MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I WANT NB DOU HUA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;with butter crossiont?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;need i say anymore? i miss reading ieatishootipost and going for sat night eating hunts. all i eat now is unhealthy fat and not THAT fantastic food. i had salad + cereal bar for lunch today. and the day before ham&amp;amp;cheese sandwich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER 23RD - Singapore&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER 27TH - Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay yay yay yay :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-6526739891675508855?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/6526739891675508855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=6526739891675508855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6526739891675508855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6526739891675508855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-6617392073005974114</id><published>2007-10-03T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T07:09:04.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a short insight into my first 2 days of official school. after my first dissection practical in our new lab coats and dissection kit, me and vaso got so FREAKED out by the tutorial we headed to the library. i'm not just a typical international student mugger, but i was talking to my housemate who's doing medicine and is local too, she was freaked out and was studying as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent so long trying to figure out the coronary arteries, till vaso pointed out the book was a little weird that we decided to stop referring to that stupid diagram. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, after my 2 lectures, which were really useless, like "introduction to Minerva" [some blackboard like thing] and "introduction to The Library" i was done of school at 11. unfortunately, i had to sift thru 265 topics for my History of Medicine essay. it's not just looking at the topic and picking out a topic thats interesting. you have to read the qn, search the library website and see if the library has book on that topic [coz some topics do not have books].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason being, we need AT LEAST 12-20 quotations from journals, books and internet. to write a 1500-2000 essay. i initially chose History of Leprosy coz it's interesting and there were books on it. but i Srujana chose the same topic too, and it wouldn't be nice if we were doing the same topic as friends. so i went home to re-choose a topic, and i'm doing Diagnosis and Treatment of Syphilis in the first half of the 20th Century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for ur information, since abt 3pm till 7pm and from 10pm till 12am, all i did was choose a topic for my essay. woah, GREAT EFFICIENCY. mbbe the culture is rubbing off me. heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still got to read up for the practical i did yesterday. the structure of lesson is like they show you the prosecctions/cadevers, and den ur responsible for finding out the names and functions and how to spell etc. so unlike in jc where the teacher teaches you the theory, and like repeatedly asks you like "do you understand? any questions?" and den you stone in practicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm rambling on and on and on abt my course. i shall stop. i'm off to the library to borrow reference books for my essay tmr at 9am. bleah, and its 1208am now. time to shower den slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though just for ur information, my housemates are having a discussion on evolution vs creationism. interesting. just 1 problem, i don't noe how i'm going to slp amongst the noise =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-6617392073005974114?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/6617392073005974114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=6617392073005974114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rvvmd3GRt1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/7kA0E3oYbPQ/s320/Photo0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; top left: keisha, minoli, robyn, vaso, me at Population!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114934833123014418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RvvmIXGRtxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JCix9Zlax6I/s320/P1020882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fat chickens at Chatworth House. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RvvmInGRtyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/82o5KIqthUQ/s1600-h/P1030005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114934837417981730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RvvmInGRtyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/82o5KIqthUQ/s320/P1030005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; formal dinner at international orientation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RvvmI3GRtzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jnMcCuxFlzg/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114934841712949042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RvvmI3GRtzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/jnMcCuxFlzg/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the Edge Bar. don't be worried, it's VK apple and Vk orange. it's like Barcadi Breezer and its really nice and its only 4% of alcohol. don't worry. haha we were posing for fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RvvmJHGRt0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/qu-KLX9dFy0/s1600-h/P1030023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114934846007916354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RvvmJHGRt0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/qu-KLX9dFy0/s320/P1030023.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and mom in my room :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;we got to see our first cadever [bodies] today! its was COOL! you could actually identify the parts which you see in ur biology text book. the formaldehyde, which they use to embalm the bodies, made us so hungry and no matter how much the body looks like meat, we headed to Nandos [like kenny roggers kind of thing]. and i was so satisfied. first meal with proper meat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;last night, these 2 random drunk boys stumbled into my corrider at 336am and attempted to sleep outside my room. they made like a hell lot of noise and i got woken up. like fu** off! i'm trying to sleep inside HELLO! i'm so glad after i stalked out of my room they went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-2539533184280541435?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/2539533184280541435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=2539533184280541435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2539533184280541435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2539533184280541435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/09/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rvvmd3GRt1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/7kA0E3oYbPQ/s72-c/Photo0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-3968247954890293658</id><published>2007-09-26T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T07:37:02.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been updating a proper entry since i've reached and i'm really sorry. i wonder whether people still check back =p but well anyway, the last week was orientation and i made quite alot of friends from places all over the world its quite cool. i have friends from singapore, malaysia, india, hong kong, cyprus, germany, malawi etc. save for the talks on like "driving in the uk" and stuff like that, the orientation was quite fun. we were brought to places like Chatsworth house in the Peak districk [house of the duke of devonshire] which has REALLY NICE GARDENS. and there was the fromal dinner as well which was good experience and fun dressing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been hectic on the first day, but school fees and registration wasn't that bad. i had med school health check up today and they drew my blood AGAIN. and of coz what is a day without meeting obstacles, i got lost while walking to med school, and ended up reaching there 10mins late. it's not a very good first impression is it! but ok all was fine. i don't have school tmr till like 1pm so i'm up at 1226am blogging now. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been cooking! i cooked pasta on the first night and just now i had fried vegetables. it's not bad really, taste like mom's/chinese cooking, probably coz i always watch mom, and seroiusly everythign with oyster sauce is going to taste chinese =P to avoid feeling homesick [which comes and goes], i've been planning activites at night, every night the whole week! like yesterday was Population at the school club. today was Borat at the student's Union for like 50p. tmr's Pan's Labryinth at my friend's room, eating chinese take out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accomodation. i love my room, but can't get used to the environment.&lt;br /&gt;1. its surrounded by construction sites, and i got woken up at 730am this morning by the noise when i was only due up at 830am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the girls in my flat LOVE TO TALK OUTSIDE MY DOOR. like **** off, i'm trying to have some peace in my room if you didn't realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. british culture somehow involves alot of drinking. like there's a communal drink cupboard in my kitchen. like WOW. and you get weird random guys from different flats popping by, talking outside my room, bitching abt Singapore [his luggage got lost there or sth, i was silently thinking of going out there and tell him, hey i'm from sg!] if not they'd be having hosue party in the kitchen, making noise, dirtying the kitchen. i haven't participated in any, nor gone out with my housemates. their nice ppl, if you talk to them they'll talk to you. i just don't like it when they talk OUTSIDE my room. oh random fact:&lt;br /&gt;1)this guy was going on abt how he was so wasted, he woke up at 7am on the streets [note its probably &lt;10 degrees at night] -.-&lt;br /&gt;2) the medical school gave us a thick brochure on Alcohol &amp;amp; Health. i was silently laughing at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well enough complaining, it's all part of uni life, its an experience, and i guess when you view things differently, it becomes more bearable and makes a whole lot more sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss Singapore like truck loads. my life, my family, my friends. i even have thoughts runnign through my head on how stupid i was on not staying in Singapore to study. and i was eating my really nice Marriott hotel Mooncake alone and thinking, damn i would have been eating it with my family back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i'm beat i'm going to wash my cup and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till nxt time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-3968247954890293658?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/3968247954890293658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=3968247954890293658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3968247954890293658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3968247954890293658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_26.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-5047617331849962306</id><published>2007-09-24T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T22:42:55.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm usually not one of vulgarities. but i can't fucking open the laundry room door, coz its coded and i got the code twice and i tried at least 10times and i feel so loserish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, i forgot to bring my immunisation documents to the uni, and in 1h30min, i have to walk back to accomodation and agagin to school, which will take 1hr. so i was like fine, i'll take the bus. there's student's price at 50p. got up the bus, the driver was being such a bastard and made me pay 1.10p instead coz he didn't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my first day of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-5047617331849962306?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/5047617331849962306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=5047617331849962306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5047617331849962306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5047617331849962306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_24.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-8742801645874920885</id><published>2007-09-11T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:15:59.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to be more tactful sometimes. haha but Angela, please rest and sleep well, you really look tired. so yupp i met up with Angela and Sam to be tai tais to have nice and yummy cakes at Cedele. i nvr fail to be amazed by them each time i return :) and i walked around and shopped. OMG SHOPPED when my suitcase is full with clothes and i haven't even put my contact lens solution and shoes and bags inside. OH OH but i bought like leggings to wear when it gets too cold. and den it was Soup Spoon and a whole load of camwhore-ing =P and with that, i said another farewell today :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuWLNzia8ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZxYCa0p2o4g/s1600-h/CIMG7288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108642421610836370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuWLNzia8ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZxYCa0p2o4g/s320/CIMG7288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to dhobby ghuard to meet Oi&amp;Xa for dinner after their Thai tutorial. haha what more can i say, we did what we usually do, go crazy and do stupid things. throughout dinner, they were conversing in their broken thai language since they just came from aural thai class and i was just sitting there with the "WHAT?!" look, and just laughing at them coz they sound damn funny. and this continued until we suddenly realised "eh, don't you think the waiter looks thai, and his english sounds weird too!" and we just burst out laughing, contemplating if we should ask him in thai if he's thai. HAHA and of coz, whats outing without our camwhorings, the usuals "AUNTIE go centre!!!" and we just walked around dhobby ghuard, just like how we did at esplanade the last time, bithcing loudly abt couples pda-ing at the Istana park, laughing and just doing stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuWLODia8aI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/e582T4AS87w/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108642425905803682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuWLODia8aI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/e582T4AS87w/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;these people made my days in jc so much more bearable :) just as we were recalling, all the stupid stuff they did, like sneaking ice jelly, den walking the long way for maths tutorial, arriving 20mins late only to be caught by our CT! haha that was damn funny! the sleepings, doodling, laughing and talking during lectures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuWLODia8bI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nAhMmhZ3Khk/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108642425905803698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuWLODia8bI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nAhMmhZ3Khk/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our attempted cool shots, soon to be facebook dp! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuWLPDia8cI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tb0ie6l7wgw/s1600-h/P1020723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108642443085672898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuWLPDia8cI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tb0ie6l7wgw/s320/P1020723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more can i say, a picture speaks a thousand words. i wonder how am i going to survive lectures, in a foreign country, without these people to spice it up. Oi&amp;amp;Xa, i miss all the fun we had in jc and i'll miss ur &lt;strong&gt;alot alot&lt;/strong&gt;! hang in there for thai ok! we'll save money and sit tiger airways to go thailand to shop! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-8742801645874920885?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/8742801645874920885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=8742801645874920885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8742801645874920885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8742801645874920885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuWLNzia8ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZxYCa0p2o4g/s72-c/CIMG7288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-5771612525509042988</id><published>2007-09-09T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:00.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoever said farewells were easy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whoever said farewells were easy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i met up with debbie, meixiu and rachel on friday for prata house. haha everyone was close to an hour late except meixiu. haha we ate like pigs, seriously, that's probably one of the few times i'm eating lesser than the rest, save for my murtabak size mushroom cheese egg prata. HAHA and i had like the four seasons durian pancake. haha and i was commenting its scary how i'm only abt 4 yrs older than them, but i alr look like an auntie as compared to them. in the sense that, at 19 i alr feel so old, what more when i'm 40? shudders. anw it was really nice going on a eating spree with them and just talking and laughing [loudly]. will miss ur!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuP9QDia8UI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SPU3jOF6Mj0/s1600-h/DSC01629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108204854637687106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuP9QDia8UI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SPU3jOF6Mj0/s320/DSC01629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yet another farewell. this one not so much of a surprise [due to technical glitches and unforseen circumstances =P] but it was really sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i had a Sheffield pre departure gathering before that so i joined them later. the pre-departure gathering was well ...... . i met up with Robynn before the thing though at Island Creamery and i had my apple pie ice cream. GOOD GOOD GOOD and we talked abt handphones and medowhall [shopping] and boots :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yupp so i left the person's house at 9 to cab down to Holland Village to meet the usuals at Tango's. and they started the farewell with a rehearsed "performance" featuring Pang Ngiau. hahaha it was damn funny and sweet of them. haha and they gave me my webcam! woohoo, its a creative Live! notebook pro. installed it this morning and tried it out a little. still figuring out with the mike though =/ but yay! i can webcam with my friends there! of coz what was giving me a webcam without the usual swipes abt the "auto-foccusing function" of my webcam and how they'll flash CHEEKS CHEEKS!!! -scowl-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;apart from the webcam, they gave me a photo album [done exclusively by jaslyn and it was yellow!] with all our photos inside and notes from the rest. i went home and slowly read the notes and the small captions inside, like warnings to me to NOT let my cheeks swell, how roy's forehead resembled the light bulb. i'm so going to bring the album there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i said my farewells to all the guys yesterday, coz they'll all be in camp when i leave =/ it's weird saying this, but i'm going to miss the swipes, the suanings, the EATING, the fun, the laughter [mbbe not pn's cold jokes =P] and in almost all of their notes, they called me a walking food directory. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuP9Qjia8VI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ykl1UESf8Ys/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108204863227621714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuP9Qjia8VI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ykl1UESf8Ys/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; danny, timo, roy, merv, auch, chris, ter, lz, pat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuP9Qzia8WI/AAAAAAAAAJc/N7FsYWcfGK0/s1600-h/P1020689+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108204867522589026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuP9Qzia8WI/AAAAAAAAAJc/N7FsYWcfGK0/s320/P1020689+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; no more camwhoring partners. no more sat dinners/suppers and exclaiming how we have to wake up on sun morning to jog off the calories, no more giving the we're-all-bored-of-ur-army-talks to each other. i'll miss you loads, jaslyn &amp; jj.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuP9RTia8XI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pDrqCO-sOg4/s1600-h/P1020690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108204876112523634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuP9RTia8XI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pDrqCO-sOg4/s320/P1020690.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;full attendance: (from left) zhiyuan, mervyn, timothy, terrence, lz, roy, chris, danny, auch, jaslyn, me, jj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuP9Rjia8YI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iuWtV-nUZ_Q/s1600-h/P1020695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108204880407490946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuP9Rjia8YI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iuWtV-nUZ_Q/s320/P1020695.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sime, jas, roy, chris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the mahjong kahkis. the sgoon kids (hougang, sengkang and kovan as well :)]. the cabbing buddies. the tuition people. the chomps/rk house makan kahkis. i'm seriously going to miss ur &lt;strong&gt;loads and loads and loads and loads&lt;/strong&gt;. without your, my past 8 months of holidays would never have been so enjoyable, so fun filled. thanx for all the fun times, the advice while i was trying to decide which uni to go to [at hkcafe i remember clearly], the encouragements as i'm about to leave, telling me that although life might seem horrible the first week, things will get better. i'll definitely remember this. oh and thanx for the "xiao san yuan" :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;last week, i had church farewell. and this week i'm trying to stay at home to pack my luggage. but i can't even get past the first stage of packing my stuff for my 1st orientation =/ and all my clothes cover the entire area of a double bed, not including my shoes and bags and books etc. and i managed to buy my sports shoes [coz the sole of the old pair came out]. it's yellow again! yay! haha and bought my stationary. oh and i went back to return my new pair of contact lenses =/ they were really uncomfortable, so now i'd have to wait till dec when i'm back to wear my new lenses. hopefully my current one would last me till then, given the power is half that required =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ok i'm off to pack before i seriously regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-5771612525509042988?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/5771612525509042988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=5771612525509042988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5771612525509042988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5771612525509042988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/09/whoever-said-farewells-were-easy.html' title='whoever said farewells were easy?'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RuP9QDia8UI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SPU3jOF6Mj0/s72-c/DSC01629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-6363728675744849775</id><published>2007-09-05T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:11:47.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up and i go for a jog. come home feeling hungry so i have my breakfast. i head on down to run my errands and i'm hungry to eat lunch. yet i have no appetite and end up leaving half a plate of rice. BUT i have room for dessert. and den i head home after errands and i'm hungry. so i eat 6 ondeh-ondeh before i leave house for dinner with sybil, kk, hs. we head on down to kenny rogers. a few mths ago when i visited kenny's, i couldn't finish my chicken + my sides + my muffin. today, i ate finish everything. and i wasn't full! but now i'm sitting at home, my food seems to have travelled upwards instead of downwards and i'm feeling so uncomfortable/bloated/nausea. not meant to be funny coz i really feel quite horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder whats wrong with me and my digestive system. did i mention i've been dropping hair for the past wk as well. and i have weird dreams abt my block [and i'm living on the 15th floor] collapsing and a flood comes and washes away all my belongings. and i wake up with the same song stuck in my head every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop being so reliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-6363728675744849775?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/6363728675744849775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=6363728675744849775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6363728675744849775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6363728675744849775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_05.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-7402998655858165487</id><published>2007-09-05T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:00.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bittersweet days.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were trying to picture ourselves meeting up next time with our spouses and kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rt2NJzia8TI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eRoGSLXCDbI/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106392752100929842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rt2NJzia8TI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eRoGSLXCDbI/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as we stepped into the shop, the song that they were playing was &lt;strong&gt;thats what friends are for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-7402998655858165487?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/7402998655858165487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=7402998655858165487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7402998655858165487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7402998655858165487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/09/bittersweet-days.html' title='bittersweet days.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rt2NJzia8TI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eRoGSLXCDbI/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-2442365625495637681</id><published>2007-09-03T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T23:24:17.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's farewell left me feeling so touched and everything, but seriously, today, reality set in. no more [ok at least for a while, 3 months]. but still it left me with a very heavy heart from the time i woke up. and den of coz it was raining, and i was packing my room, reading through old Majestia notes, listening to Corrinne May. seroiusly it feels so horrible. although i tell myself that i'll be coming back in Dec and its only 3 months but i can't picture myself 3 months without friday's chomps, sat's outings, sun's church and occassional chillouts/dinners, random dinners/gym/badminton sessions with Jas and Sam. talking to Hu Shing and Sam about every random thing under the sun. and i haven't spoken to Oi like for the longest period ever! and Xa, no more crashing lects and being a total auntie with you and oi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in general, i'm going to miss mom + friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a pigging out session with Sam at some cheap chilli padi buffet thing. but still we were so stuffed. i seriously think our stomach has shrunk to like half its original size. HAHA. so we walked from Bugis to Little India to take nel. and of coz when i was about to go to the bus terminal she had to ask "so when am i going to see you again, besides next next thursday" :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-2442365625495637681?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/2442365625495637681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=2442365625495637681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2442365625495637681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2442365625495637681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_777.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-8776741498336566891</id><published>2007-09-03T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:01.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been rather lazy to upload my photos and blogging a proper blog entry. but well anw we celebrated Jas's birthday yesterday. some SUPER early celebration so that i can celebrate it together with her :( and for once we managed to pull it off without the person knowing in advance, probably coz it was really a very early birthday celebration. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rtr-ljia8OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-Ckgo3e1Ulg/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105673048726106338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rtr-ljia8OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-Ckgo3e1Ulg/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; funny faces, discussion about what to order, or simply just making fun of Pat and his long speeches, roy and chris &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; sharing their food despite complaing about each having chunky time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rtr-mDia8PI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oF0SMNEo9Kk/s1600-h/P1020607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105673057316040946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rtr-mDia8PI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oF0SMNEo9Kk/s320/P1020607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey, all the times we spent together during the post A level activities period, and even after the 2nd batch of army people went in to the army. i really treasure those times and it'll definitely be etched deeply in my memory, all the fun times we had at mahjong, gym, sengkang food court, bubble tea after gym sessions, bitching about the uncles and aunties at the gym, walking/running to the bus stop after tuition lessons, complaining abt tuition classes, talking about how naughty our students are, being my camwhore partner when the guys dont' take photos.. oh man, those seem like things of the past now that i'm leaving :( hope we'll still keep in contact as our schedule beocmes busier and of coz being miles apart =P"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rtr-mTia8QI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-bYpBHzVPrg/s1600-h/P1020611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105673061611008258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rtr-mTia8QI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-bYpBHzVPrg/s320/P1020611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;COW + farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105673061611008274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rtr-mTia8RI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aRjaFNf68n4/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the camwhoring cell :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rtr-mjia8SI/AAAAAAAAAI8/J1ujSStPv64/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105673065905975586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rtr-mjia8SI/AAAAAAAAAI8/J1ujSStPv64/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wat can i say, except the same few things. &lt;strong&gt;touched, grateful. thank you very very very much. &lt;/strong&gt;it's really amazing how such wonderful friendships can be forged within such a short period of time. i'm going to miss everything. the journey hasn't been easy, but i dont' regret it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;No a lifetime's not too long, To live as friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-8776741498336566891?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/8776741498336566891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=8776741498336566891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8776741498336566891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8776741498336566891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_03.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rtr-ljia8OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-Ckgo3e1Ulg/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-192759912312407242</id><published>2007-09-02T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T01:54:10.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like the fact that i have 11 more days with my friends and family has caused me to be in a crap mood. its so ironic, but i'm in one of those i-don't-feel-like-going-out-or-talking-to-anyone mood, but just to sit at home, think, mop around and sulk :( and, i can't sleep. this sucks. perhaps dementors have just paid a visit to hougang :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its quite obvious i haven't been doing any proper blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tues + wed were smsl gatherings. 1 organised by Singhealth and the other organised by NHG. 1 was at Oasis restaurant where we were offered a selection of grilled meats and appetisers and desserts while the other was catering. but food aside, i managed to meet Srujana, the other girl who's going Sheffield medicine, and her friend. and their all nice, so i was a happy girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs was uk bound party at butter factory. me and xa reached there at approximately 11, and we left by 12. to head to crazy elephant for a heineken [and coz i didn't really eat dinner the alcohol got to my head real fast] and so we headed down to macs at liang court to just sit and chill. at the party, i met this sg guy going to a popular college in the big city to study physics. and when i told him i'm going to Sheffield he was like "oh ok. why do you choose Sheffield" so i told him my reasons. and he replied "oh i've been to sheffield a few times. and its rather boring" and of coz i was offended by that and i just told him "oh yeah of coz london is more exciting, however, it's not my cup of tea" and i just walked away. like hello, just because ur going to one of those few unis and i'm not doesn't mean ur any better than me or wat. i could have gone, its just that i didn't choose and you have no right to say such things to me. [fine i'm in a foul mood now, so pardon me if i do offend anyone, and i'm probably generalising, but i just need to find someone to vent my anger]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri was ok.had to give 2 tuition which includes physics and i just rest my case complaining about tuition. and after that i had carrot cake and 1 prata! omg so fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of coz today's the day where i dont' have to get up early and drag my ass off for tuition. yipee. but got up early anyway to send dad off to the airport and pack [which only consisted of my tabletop] and we went bugis for zi cha[supposed to be Miss Clarity, but its just too crowded] and Ratatouille [spur of the moment decision, though i'll prob watch it a few more times with others] which was good. and i'm home now, not feeling tired at all due to the coffee i drank and in a horrible mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-192759912312407242?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/192759912312407242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=192759912312407242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/192759912312407242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/192759912312407242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-7112592438376448300</id><published>2007-08-27T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T13:38:18.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUS</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you noe i think there's something about me and nus. so first i get rejected by them, but i do take that in my stride coz i don't think i did well for my interview too. and nxt i run into the world's most helpful service staff at COOP who either, doesn't pick up my call after 3 times, den is engaged when i call, and den when i get through, tell me to email them cause their really REALLY REALLY busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll see how long they take to reply my email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-7112592438376448300?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/7112592438376448300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=7112592438376448300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7112592438376448300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7112592438376448300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/08/nus.html' title='NUS'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-6399719355605326686</id><published>2007-08-27T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:12:56.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grey's quotes</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a facebook junkie but oh wells, i have nothing better to do! [i mean besides, packing my room so i can start packing my bag coz i relised i onloy have slightly more than 2 weeks to stuff everything in my bag and i'm having doubts about being able to squeeze important things like:&lt;br /&gt;-contact lens solution&lt;br /&gt;-rice cooker&lt;br /&gt;-books (5)&lt;br /&gt;-milo 3-in-1 packets&lt;br /&gt;-instant noodles&lt;br /&gt;-clothes&lt;br /&gt;-shoes&lt;br /&gt;-bags&lt;br /&gt;-toiletries,&lt;br /&gt;and of coz heading down to either nus COOP or P&amp;G books to get my books but it seems the entire med student community have alr got theirs, leaving me with constant replies of  "sorry, but it's not in stock, the new arrival would be in mid-sept" yupp perfect when i'm flyign off in mid sept.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so back to the main point, quotes by Meridith Grey [Grey's Anatomy] is just so so so beautiful or as Sam says, blow-me-away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meridith -&lt;br /&gt;"The thing is, it’s hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely, because almost everyone has that smallest bit of faith and hope that one day they would open their eyes and it would all come true. At the end of the day, faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don’t really expect it. It’s like one day you realize that the fairy tale is slightly different than your dream. The castle, well it may not be a castle. And it’s not so important that it’s happily ever after — just that it’s happy right now. See, once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you. And once in awhile, people may even take your breath away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too often, the thing you want most is the one thing you can’t have. Desire leaves us heartbroken, it wears us out. Desire can wreck your life. And as tough as wanting something can be, the people who suffer the most are those who don’t know what they want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm off, haven't been in much of a uploading picts/blogging mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-6399719355605326686?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/6399719355605326686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=6399719355605326686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6399719355605326686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6399719355605326686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/08/greys-quotes.html' title='grey&apos;s quotes'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-3609471262847073682</id><published>2007-08-23T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T01:33:42.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misunderstood.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it a misunderstanding or did i say something i shouldn't? i somehow don't think so. but i guess this serves as a good experience of thinking twice before speaking, and minding my own business, or perhaps, even answering questions posed at me UNtruthfully so i won't say anything wrong. lest i innocently get dragged into ppl's affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, why should i let myself be bothered, affecting my quest to savour the food in Singapore! [omg greedy!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-3609471262847073682?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/3609471262847073682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=3609471262847073682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3609471262847073682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3609471262847073682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/08/misunderstood.html' title='misunderstood.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-3206452137569292677</id><published>2007-08-15T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T13:01:47.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>timetable.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was bored and still adamantly refusing to start on tuition work or to work out, i went to the university website to snoop around and read up on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp i somehow managed to navigate myself to the timetable for med.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday (week 1)&lt;br /&gt;900-1300 Lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1410-1500 Lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats just friday's timetable. ok so basically i have a rather standard 9-3 day, not including, ILA's [problem-based learning like of thing], SSC [student selected research components], tutorials, practicals, reading up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok time to have lunch, drop by the post office to post photo for my matriculation card, and hitting tuition early to prepare notes [arghhhhh].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-3206452137569292677?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/3206452137569292677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=3206452137569292677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3206452137569292677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3206452137569292677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/08/timetable.html' title='timetable.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-2546487088026310622</id><published>2007-08-15T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:02.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy girl, but 29's the number.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RsJmQLYXkDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8pvvOwtjw-w/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098750156255760434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RsJmQLYXkDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8pvvOwtjw-w/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prata night on friday and dou hua on sat after minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RsJmQbYXkEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ow0gA7efFWk/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098750160550727746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RsJmQbYXkEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ow0gA7efFWk/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some minds action, together with the usual picture of the girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RsJmQrYXkFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/e667Pj33FS8/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098750164845695058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RsJmQrYXkFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/e667Pj33FS8/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tcc, ramen, scoop shortcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RsJmQ7YXkGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lgEWf61o5e8/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098750169140662370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RsJmQ7YXkGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lgEWf61o5e8/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shit, i'm so turning into a camwhore. and i've got to stop myself from cheese if not we'll turn out like the last picture!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't updated in a while. but i've been meeting up and going out and having fun as usual =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a brief entry, where i'll edit with photos on a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat was pre departure talk for students gg to the uk. didn't leave the place feeling very encouraged =/ i realise i do have difficulties interacting with ppl like up front. mbbe i'm anti-social. i do noe that when i go for like smsl gatherings i'd be the only person who doesn't noe anybody else, given the fact that i'm not from the school which makes up majority of the students gg =/ minds with the band ppl after that. it was rather fun doing sth besides eating, though we had like dou hua supper. but was rather tired that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun was svc, and den coffee before me and sam went for our liang court ramen expedition! hahaha cam whoring session was in full force. again shall upload photos later. i felt really happy that day and enjoyed myself thoroughly, talking with Sam =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was a horrible day, i shall not elaborate how bad it is. but it got better at night when i was talking to my med sch snr frm sheffield, and he introduced me to the other girl who's gg to study engine. and after talking to her, i was rather happy, coz like i felt that at least we can click [frm the brief convo, like we talked abt gym membership to river island. haha] and it's just comforting to noe that there's someone you can talk to in a foreign land =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was badminton in the morning with sam, ben and nessa. yay haven't played doubles in a while, though me &amp; sam lost 3 games out of 3, all by like 2pts. haha went home and rushed to SATA to do my health check up for visa entry to the UK, which might not even be used, and cost $90. i dare say i've spent at least $300++ on all these admin and health checkup shit. ok well went to meet xa, leo, liesel for dinner after their school. feels good to be able meet up with friends even though they've started uni alr =) nice hearing them talk abt their school stuff, besides the fact that they insulted my crane to be a flying chicken. hmrph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home to crack my head over searching for banks. they charge you like 5pounds per mth to maintain the acct, thats $900 at the end of 5-yrs! like wth! and den it was headache filling up my "financial guarantee form" due to my school fees section on whether to write half the amt or the full amt. glad the engine girl helped me understand that banking shit a little better =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i'm a happy girl. i did badminton, met up with various groups of friends over the weekend, made new friends [after the really demoralising pre-departure uk talk, where all the ppl were from like rj or sth and all knew each other =(], did my admin stuff, drafted a to-bring list as well as a to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's bidding for hs tmr, and tuition which i'm so dreading. i really wished i could stop so i can stay home to pack and settle admin stuff, or crash lects w/o thinking that i have to go tuition, and prepare notes etc. well, but i'd get to see Jas during tuition tmr and hear abt her first few days of uni life! =) [i realise hearing abt their uni experience makes me egg-cited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but........ 29's the number =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-2546487088026310622?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/2546487088026310622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=2546487088026310622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2546487088026310622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2546487088026310622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-girl-but-29s-number.html' title='happy girl, but 29&apos;s the number.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RsJmQLYXkDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8pvvOwtjw-w/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-4843836066022698159</id><published>2007-08-09T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:02.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re-visit to the activities of Jan-March</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oi and xa came over for bbq+ stay over on tuesday night! ppl think is mad having a bbq for 3 ppl but i think its perfectly sane. like you get to eat proper food of ribeye and pork chops, instead of things like sausages and crabsticks. doh. oh yes besides the food, and the wine which we finished, we pretty much just talked, surfed friendster, check GEMs and watch crunchy roll. towards the morning we were all sprawled on the sofa half aslp =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RrrAUbYXkBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4dHH_6W7W44/s1600-h/collage+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096597385503019026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RrrAUbYXkBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4dHH_6W7W44/s320/collage+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RrrAUbYXkCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/i6zBASiZuQ4/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096597385503019042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RrrAUbYXkCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/i6zBASiZuQ4/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [cam whoring moments =/]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well anw, after some slight cleaning up, i went to bed at 7 to get up at 1030 again to gym after that horrible fat meal =/ and the weighing scale did nothing to lift my spirits. time for some control over food, and not gobble down 5 pratas like how some ppl can. tsk tsk.. pretty much spent the wednesday sleeping my life away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yupp, its national day. don't feel like how i felt in previous years. perhaps the feeling is inspired when ur in school and there's the incessent national day songs played, starting from july all the way till august 8. ok not that i'm complaining abt living in singapore, there just no more enthusiasm abt flag waving, and singing along with the latest sg song, and thinking, wow, we achieved INDEPENDENCE! ok fine i'm rambling on rubbish. perhaps its coz the waking up at 730am on a public holiday of which there was a slight shower in the morning [which makes it A grade sleeping day] kinda screwed up my brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha well as usual wat can i be doing awake so early. OF COZ EATING LAH! [says in that unglamness of mine] wanton noodles, peanut pancake, N&amp;amp;B dou hua + crossaint + chicken pie [after deciding that we weren't hungry for a full main meal, we settle for the cholesterol RICH pastries and protein high dou huas. haha but i seriously am starting to like their dou hua!] oh man, so gonna miss it =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok time to put on more weight and hit the bed for my afternoon siesta. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-4843836066022698159?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/4843836066022698159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=4843836066022698159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4843836066022698159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4843836066022698159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/08/re-visit-to-activities-of-jan-march.html' title='re-visit to the activities of Jan-March'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RrrAUbYXkBI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4dHH_6W7W44/s72-c/collage+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-5838005959929133452</id><published>2007-08-07T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:03.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>38more days.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm its been a while. the weekend has been a rather fun one this wk. every weekend we meet up with the same group of people. sometimes it gets a little boring hearing all their army talk all over again, sometimes its interesting. but all the same, it's always fun. so this week we celebrated terence's and tim's birthday, with all our hidden surprises as usual, which roy kinda pulled off rather well! and the dinner table talk was more different talking abt GEMs and CORs instead of ASLC and SOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RrfdwLYXj9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/09GUvyWf1ew/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095785323151462354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RrfdwLYXj9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/09GUvyWf1ew/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[yeah 85 market mince meat noodles and some porridge over there. we had soup spoon meal for dinner]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RrfdwrYXj-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/KmxJmfFQJl8/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095785331741396962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RrfdwrYXj-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/KmxJmfFQJl8/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yupp, sunday was Ultimate Delight! =) that ultimate delight wasn't as nice as the prevoius time one, but still, rolling to Hougang mall is alot better than changing 2 buses to reach junction8. mmm finally a picture of the 4 of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RrfdwrYXj_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/OGTb13R9s18/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095785331741396978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RrfdwrYXj_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/OGTb13R9s18/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yupp and dem monday came where i met hushing for to splurge. ok so i had soup spoon MEAL AGAIN. but i liked it all the same. got a tank top at taka, den headed off to bugis street to get shorts, and me to get my dress. hs got 2 shorts, 2 tshirts. i ended up with 2 tshirts and no dresses. walking around so much made us tired we hit the starbucks[a little rationalising here =P] for her chocolate cream chip frappe and my green tea frappe [which tasted like green tea ice cream so nxt time i'll just hit straight to like java chip frappe or like caramel]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RrfdwrYXkAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nmBFEdV1qn0/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095785331741396994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RrfdwrYXkAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nmBFEdV1qn0/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today will be another fun day. though i think i've been slping rather little =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just did a mental calculation, 38 more days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-5838005959929133452?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/5838005959929133452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=5838005959929133452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5838005959929133452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5838005959929133452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/08/38more-days.html' title='38more days.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RrfdwLYXj9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/09GUvyWf1ew/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-206246303490099820</id><published>2007-08-03T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:05.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yupp, wed was gym which i felt nausea again [no dont' think too deep], i woke up late and had breakfast late, and i think my digestive system works slower than the others [quite surprising eh, despite the large appetite].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday was badminton followed by botak jones! haha the food was good, esp the fries, and we ate until we were so full. the journey there was long [not far, just that so few buses go there]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RrKq_bYXj4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/rrAXxZ-uviA/s1600-h/botak+jones+collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094322135167897474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RrKq_bYXj4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/rrAXxZ-uviA/s320/botak+jones+collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i'm a happy happy girl, coz my email brought good news yesterday! whatever it is, i'm truly grateful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-206246303490099820?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/206246303490099820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=206246303490099820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/206246303490099820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/206246303490099820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RrKq_bYXj4I/AAAAAAAAAGk/rrAXxZ-uviA/s72-c/botak+jones+collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-1827365151365394246</id><published>2007-07-31T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:07.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slack and grow fat.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while all my friends are busy shuttling between home, and the faraway land known as kent ridge, i'm here, plonking my fat ass in front of the computer/tv, watching random episodes of desperate housewives, or viewing some of my daily reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super bored. shopping for winter clothes almost done.&lt;br /&gt;- besides the fact that i'll have to recycle my clothes fortnightly&lt;br /&gt;- and i'm left with my leather boots[which sg doesn't seem to have, or are sold at rip off prices].&lt;br /&gt;- and i want a knitted scarf, the long long white kind. mom says she's going to knit one for me. but i believe i'd get to wear it probably like 2011? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;- and i'd like a puma/addidas jacket. but unless $$ starts dropping from the sky, or unless good news flows in during the 1st week of august.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i've yet to hit the electronic shop to get &lt;strike&gt;2 [1for each droopy cheek]&lt;/strike&gt; A webcam so i can skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since everybody's busy with reading up on bidding for modules/matriculation, i decided to retrieve my "Welcome to the University of Sheffield: International" and "Registration: The Essential Guide" from under a stack of dusty books to flip through and read up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've read up about the students union brochure, apparently the uni has 2BARS &amp;3NIGHT CLUBS, with different themes of music running through the entire wk. i can't imagine having NIGHTCLUBS in a uni! ok so its better to be shocked now and get used to the "usual" nightlife there though i'm not a huge fan of such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok besides the bars and nightclub, there's a CINEMA in the school, screening arthouse films, to latest block busters (???).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro Week doesn't sound that fun. mbbe i've nvr had good experiences during orientation camps, or i'm just plain antisocial [as always been said by my friends] =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and there's the section about Shopping. haha there's this shopping mall in Meadowhall, which is supposedly one of the LARGEST SHOPPING MALLS IN EUROPE! [so hs, no worries abt it being boring. haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about fast facts of the unheard town, Sheffield, and the unheard of University of Sheffield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to jog off the Ya Kun and Choc Waffle i ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rq74drYXj3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Dcuyt9H1VLE/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093281417347436402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rq74drYXj3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Dcuyt9H1VLE/s320/collage.jpg" 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/21664607-1827365151365394246?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/1827365151365394246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=1827365151365394246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1827365151365394246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1827365151365394246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/07/slack-and-grow-fat.html' title='slack and grow fat.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rq74drYXj3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Dcuyt9H1VLE/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-8137761413607268636</id><published>2007-07-29T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:07.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday mornings.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since i've felt so free on a sunday morning. it's usually waking up at 1030, showering and rushing out of the house. realising i haven't been spending time with my parents for quite a while, i decided to set my alarm clock and get up early. so here i am, just taking in the sunday morning eating my bfast at home, feeling relaxed. the sun is peeking behind the clouds, but my mom warned me its probably short lived. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since friday night it's been having meals at the weirdest hour and eating and eating and eating. well anw it was nydc with the usuals and sid, benny and vera. Sat was like a mad day. woke up at 730 to go to tuition den thought till 130 to have the cheesy fondue thing for lunch. HAHA. den it was off to buy presents for the girls for their uni send off. we scored like "A" for being discrete -_- so anw simpsons movie! hahaha it was good and funny and we were laughing so hard at the fat jokes and the hair pulling one. haha overall it was a good movie =D den it was off to Raffles for dinner. we always seem to end up there. nothing much to talk about except the usual things that happened. we took mrt home! [like we haven't done that for at least 5months i daresay] but it reminded us of jc days where we'd head home at 11+ to take train home. and den again the reminscing of jc days started again. although uni's coming and i'm sure there will be many memorabe memories created there, i somehow am still apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things i blog about have become something so mundane, probably coz life has been good, with nothing to worry abt. ok so maybe not nothing to worry abt but the things to worry abt are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RqwEz7YXj2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Fml1YgNyPIU/s1600-h/IMG_+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092450568808927074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RqwEz7YXj2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Fml1YgNyPIU/s320/IMG_+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RqwBPLYXj0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ugWP4JP4XRU/s1600-h/P1020334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092446638913851202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RqwBPLYXj0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ugWP4JP4XRU/s320/P1020334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RqwBPbYXj1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/j8JQLn23o0k/s1600-h/IMG_+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092446643208818514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RqwBPbYXj1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/j8JQLn23o0k/s320/IMG_+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-8137761413607268636?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/8137761413607268636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=8137761413607268636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8137761413607268636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8137761413607268636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday-mornings.html' title='sunday mornings.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RqwEz7YXj2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Fml1YgNyPIU/s72-c/IMG_+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-1332167682724266097</id><published>2007-07-26T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:08.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCOWL</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[disclaimer: this is a long entry of complaints]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well oh well. i haven't blogged for ages. so starting from Saturday when it was Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows day! haha reached home ready to start on &lt;strike&gt;HP7&lt;/strike&gt; finish up Half Blood Prince coz i cleanly forgot everything, but instead i went out to catch House of Wax! [after 1 hr at video ez] it was seriously, NOT SCARY, NOT ENTERTAINING AT ALL. i was laughing at how cheesy some of the scenes could be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anw sun came and go, mon was out shopping with hs of which i spent $100 in a day i feel so broke this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anw tues i had a hell of a day =/ it was a day where i would gladly have liked some Felix Felicies. i woke up to realise i didn't charge my hp coz i forgot to plug it into the plug. and den i had to rush to the doctor to draw 2 vials of blood for my health report which i received on Mon and they expect it to reach them by Mon. it was a mad rush. packed everything and ready to hit the gym after doc's but i forgot to bring my towels and had to go home to get them. and den it was a mad rush to the gym where i missed BOTH my busses. was already late and rushing to get there and the man who didn't understand what WRONG NUMBER is kept calling me, 5 times in a row though i told him 3times it was wrong no, hung up on him once and i picked up and said "WAT!" and he just hung up. was so pissed i switched off my phone which had low battery already. well that wasn't the end of it, i reached gym and this person in front of me was taking forever to buy the entrance receipt, when this chinese lady approached me to ask me abt gym membership etc. she did not understand english, and the cashiers[both of them] could not speak chinese [talk about being multi racial]. so i had to help her through the entire process of explaining the membership form to her and etc, which took me another 20mins [on top of already being late]. finally went up to gym but only ran 20ins on the treadmill before i had to leave. ARGHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anw i reached hs house to make "pink" rubies. and i was already so tired and all but i'm glad i went. hahahaha. and den again i rushed home[to miss my bus AGAIN] and went out to meet oi &amp; xa where i was 1/2 hr late. but anw it was fun at night catching up, talking rubbish etc. we ended up camwhoring like loads and both of them were trying to irritate the shit out of me by doing it =P HAHA i ended up with 44 photos when i reached home. omg. well anw, here are some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RqgpnbYXjxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Lgxs5a211Kc/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091365136083947282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RqgpnbYXjxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Lgxs5a211Kc/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RqgpnrYXjyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_A7n378yLzo/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091365140378914594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RqgpnrYXjyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_A7n378yLzo/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rqgpn7YXjzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GtAxfPiZwiQ/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091365144673881906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rqgpn7YXjzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GtAxfPiZwiQ/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so yesterday i just stayed at home sleeping since i was reading till 2 or 3 am the past 4 nights. and den i had to rush to the doctors to collect my doc's report and fedex it off that very day. having rushed home and out for tuition, i was slightly irritated that NONE of my students turned up for tuition class, rendering my 87cents bus ride futile. i'm angry coz the dispute is amongst themselves and i feel so innocent to be dragged into their childish little fight. it seems that i seriously dread wed lesson's to the max. ahh watever, 1 more mth. well but it didn't turn out so bad in the end coz i took over Ray's physics class as he was sick and E=mc(temp change) was easy enough to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seems like my week turned out rather horribly since monday and i should stop blogging coz all my complaints are just pouring out. oh and, I HAVEN'T SWAM THIS WEEK COZ THE SUN IS BEING NICE AND TAKING A LONG HOLIDAY FROM EARTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now its back to biotech notes -SCOWL-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-1332167682724266097?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/1332167682724266097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=1332167682724266097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1332167682724266097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1332167682724266097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/07/scowl.html' title='SCOWL'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RqgpnbYXjxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Lgxs5a211Kc/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-7281938318025395226</id><published>2007-07-19T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T16:30:56.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>limp right hand.</title><content type='html'>hey ho, no pictures in this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today it was badminton with Sam! haha she was bored, and she knew how much i didn't want to stay home so =D we totally didn't book at all but still managed to play for 1hr at $3.50. CHEAP! well anw the quesiness of my stomach is still around [since mon's gym, ARGH] but it got better after a while. i daresay the amount of energy used to play 1hr of badminton trumps gym / blading / swimming. i felt like my stamina was ZERO =/ but it was fun anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to hg mall for honey lemon green tea, which was sweet, and i spilled it in my bag [on my phone, thus now i can hardly hear the other party on my phone. GREAT. and it has to last me another 2 months before i get a new one] and i had the Dongdaemun fries+bread+sausage thing. ahhh fats, and a banana fritter to complete the lunch. haha oh well, i'm off for tuition later, at least i don't dread thurs class as bad as wed's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anw last night i went home and opened my email to find that the Office of Accomodation had sent me an email. i was feeling excited, and quickly opened the mail. but no, they had to make me download the attachment, den access the website, den log-in before they'd tell me anything. well anw, i got my first choice, which is self-catered and at that particular area. HOWEVER, it's the innermost block of flats in that area and an "enjoyable" 15min walk to school! apart from that, its one of the larger flats, so i'd be sharing the toilet with 8-9 ppl as opposed to 5-6 ppl =( . WOAHHH.. lets see plus points would be that its facing the park and the botanical gardens. HMMM, nice scenery for the ever demure and romantic person. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough complaining, i'm starting to get excited and mbbe all my dreams about reaching the airport to realise i forgot to pack all my shoes [-_-] would stop. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-7281938318025395226?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/7281938318025395226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=7281938318025395226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7281938318025395226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7281938318025395226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/07/limp-right-hand.html' title='limp right hand.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-8221000930947389342</id><published>2007-07-18T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:09.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guest in my own house.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with xh on monday to collect the presentation night tickets! it was fun and nice talking to her. we seem to talk a hell lot of stuff online, but never face to face! and talking to her makes me miss jc life AGAIN. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday was a rather fun day! (as compared to today which i shall elaborate later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with hs yesterday in the afternoon for the much talked-about Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix movie. as expected, it was horrible. i felt that certain places was SO CHEESY and Ron and Hermoine seriously needs to go for some drama lessons. as i read the half blood prince now, i find that the characters aren't potrayed as they are described! well anw, the movie was sketchy and they left out alot of points, like if you realised there wasn't any Quidditch match at all? oh well.. we were at vivo AGAIN. but i'm not complaining, just that we end up eating like Superdog, which is nice and fattening! didn't buy any thing, for once! and didn't take any pictures, for hs is so not a camwhore. she says we're like tourists! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anw, went to meet jas for dinner at Subway (mmmm, oatmeal raisin cookie!) and it was on to presentation night, with vera too! i realised after such a long break from playing and listening to band music, i can't seem to concentrate to listen to concerts. but vj was good all the same! =D and we did have some laughter watching people on stage. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rp4tveE9drI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dynN3PI-zqE/s1600-h/P1020274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088554922526209714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rp4tveE9drI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dynN3PI-zqE/s320/P1020274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;during intermission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after the concert was over, we took the vj bus back to vj as Vera wanted to see the rest of her batchmates. waited a while and went for supper at hk cafe at siglap with the Awesomes + me and jas. haha we walked there upon missing 2 13s. the company was really good. sitting there listening to them talk, gossip and catch up on all their scandals and deep dark secrets, i really miss the fun and excitement and all the stupid shit we did in jc. like create scandals or like talk abt who's with who =/ i should really stop this. i drank the "ying yang" [coffee + tea], which is really quite a stupid drink to drink at 1130pm when i'm intending to sleep. and thus, the sleep at 4am to wake up at 9am bright and cherry, to sleeping while standing in the bus returning home from tuition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rp4tv-E9dsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VfyoxUbnXsk/s1600-h/P1020275+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088554931116144322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rp4tv-E9dsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VfyoxUbnXsk/s320/P1020275+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rp4twOE9dtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7L8FiqY5b14/s1600-h/P1020278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088554935411111634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rp4twOE9dtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7L8FiqY5b14/s320/P1020278.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unglam to the max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;well anyway so today's the start of the week long period where i'd have a guest in my house. due to reasons i do not wish to elaborate on coz it pisses me off, i have since forgo the luxury of my toilet, the luxury of sitting in the most unglam positions, even one of the basic necessities in this technological age, the tv. i thought i'd have a much deserved break from the taiwanese programmes my dad enjoys so much during his overseas trip, and perhaps catch my channel 55 dramas in peace. but NOOOOO, there has to come a guest, who's from taiwan, to come and watch taiwanese programmes. seriously, i feel like a guest staying in my own house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i really would appreciate if i could have a time-tuner to go back to yesterday where i was enjoying myself instead of staying here facing all this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rp4r2OE9doI/AAAAAAAAAE8/S3zecwsrzfk/s1600-h/P1020274.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rp4r2uE9dpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/p2k_OtosXzs/s1600-h/P1020275.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rp4r3OE9dqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5mV76EECD2c/s1600-h/P1020278.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-8221000930947389342?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/8221000930947389342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=8221000930947389342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8221000930947389342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8221000930947389342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/07/guest-in-my-own-house.html' title='guest in my own house.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rp4tveE9drI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dynN3PI-zqE/s72-c/P1020274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-6002621545199667248</id><published>2007-07-16T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:09.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuffed with sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hey ho, this whole weekend has been the food connoisseur's delight, and the fitness instructor's nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it started on friday when i finally met up with the person who went vegas for like almost 2wks! well anw, we had yummy crystal jade dim sum, and headed on to top shop as it was end-season sale, and coz i was with the topshop kid[ok maybe not after the American shopping escapade =P] well, after walking back and forth, i had mos milk shake. and den we walked to taka and chanced upon the food fare at the centre area. do try the japanese doughnuts! it doesn't taste like doughnuts at all, just this muffin-y texture and nice taste! so you can imagine how much i ate there, to be going for dinner later! =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;met with perc's for dinner. with the snrs, candy, teresa, jon, and us, wy, tracy and me. talking to candy kinda made me less apprehensive abt studying there, she makes it sounds like it ain't that bad. and it'll be nice to be able to meet up with her if i drop by london to visit the sister =D big O was not worth the money and mud pie wasn't fantastic either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i felt so full on sat when i woke up it didn't feel good. after tuition, i went to swim, having Aston's in mind later! Aston's was disappointing, as compared to the serangoon one where my beef wasn't rubberised at least. but it was fun returning to the place i once visited like 5/7 days a week, parkway. all the memories of standing at that particular steps for 15 mins thinking where to eat and end up at mos/bk/kfc/treats; walking to take 76 and sometimes buying bubble tea. ahh those night band dinners. each time i return to pp with a different group of ppl, i think of different experiences, all of which i do treasure. though the food at Astons was disappointing, the company made up for it with the usual jokes and belated birthday celebration for Jie Jun and all. we settled at macs for "supper" and started talking about our long long away post-ord-mid-uni trip. i really really really hope we get to travel together again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RppKbuE9dlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ysXOPhWa9e4/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087460569154156114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RppKbuE9dlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ysXOPhWa9e4/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the rubberised sirloin, together with the belated birthday girl Jie Jun =), and the four leaves Choc cake with that crunchy biscuit base.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RppKb-E9dmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7irvRQ-p-3s/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087460573449123426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RppKb-E9dmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7irvRQ-p-3s/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the company.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;yupp, and it was Sunday brunch today! woke up at 6am to send dad off to airport [he's flying business class, so cool, though its company paid], and he had a totaly nice lounge for him to check in as compared to like long queues at usual counters. the wonders money can do =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;well anw, i was zombified [after having a restless slp at almost 230am last night], and dragged my ass off to bishan to meet the usuals at 10am. which of coz we were all late, and SURPRISE, there were only 4 of us. we should have gone to like hougang cartel or something! omg cartel breakfast is NICE, though horribly sinful. we all went for the ultimate delight, which consisted of eggs, pancakes, french toast, bacon, sausages, muffin, tea. seriously damn filling. the usual &lt;strike&gt;swiping&lt;/strike&gt;talking was in full force and it was all a rather nice morning affair =) i miss mj days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;well i plonked my fat ass on the bus for close to 40mins after that to make my way to svc. went for dinner with Sam, who was craving the mee sua at Kembangan, just as i was talking to jas abt it a few days ago. haha couldn't ask for more, good food+good company. we're definiely going back for that claypot chicken thing =D and maybe more coconuts to drink/eat *ahem*?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RppKceE9dnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_aoQrWjAuDM/s1600-h/P1020269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087460582039058034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RppKceE9dnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_aoQrWjAuDM/s320/P1020269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i seem to get pissed off every Sunday when i return home. but i guess i can only heed Oi's advice of staying calm, and just relaxing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-6002621545199667248?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/6002621545199667248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=6002621545199667248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6002621545199667248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6002621545199667248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/07/stuffed-with-sugar.html' title='stuffed with sugar'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RppKbuE9dlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ysXOPhWa9e4/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-777127368534970991</id><published>2007-07-13T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T00:32:28.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some emo kid.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mentioned recently how i've been borrowing dvds when i'm alone at home, and i think i'm turning into a horribly emo person [not the slash wrist, dark eyeliner kind, but the literal tearing kind] i borrowed Charlotte's Web a few weeks ago and found myself so touched by the friendship between Charlotte and Wilbur, that when Charlotte risked her offsprings and life for Wilbur, i felt so touched the tears just came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt dvd was Letter's from Iwo Jima, that towards the end when everybody died...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many other things i read from blogs, or even the newspapers have stirred up my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the girl who doesn't cry when she leaves school, or when her friends leave, or even when close ones leave us forever, i'm turning into such a..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it has somethign to do with exactly 2 months from this date, i'd be at the airport. there's just that feeling that there isn't much time left of this long break, spent together with my friends and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, tuition the pass 2 days have been interesting lessons. they seem to have become interaction session with the students [not that its what i'm supposed to do], but it's coz there was only 1 person on Wednesday and just now i made a student stay back to go through his test paper and he spoke briefly about his problem. many things have been said, many things which have set my mind thinking again about many things and many circumstances. i guess i jsut have too much time to think about rubbish stuff. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yupp and i just read finish memoirs of a geisha, it is really really good. i think i'm gonna borrow the dvd again i think =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-777127368534970991?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/777127368534970991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=777127368534970991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/777127368534970991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/777127368534970991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-emo-kid.html' title='some emo kid.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-4828185155571365227</id><published>2007-07-10T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:10.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reckon the best time to blog, is either in the day with no distractions from msn, if not its in the wee hours of the morning, though by that time my piggish instincts are in full force and i just want to tumble on the bed and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes. time for a list of activities i did the past few days. sat was tuition den outing with kk, sybil and hs. have i mentioned this before, but having an outing after tuition always makes tuition more bearable and time pass faster. haha well anw we had spaghetties and den they went on to have ice-cream which i passed. after walking a few rounds round boring orchard, kk had the spur of the moment decision to go thread our face! you noe the one where the indian lady bites onto a piece of string and uses the string to thread of facial hair? haha it was a fun experience, though we travelled all the way to tk(haha just as i'm out with my tk friends =D). we had dou hua after that and queued up for some new doughnut stall there, which i bought 1 doughnut. HAHA, it was loads better than the vivo one, and i think i'll give doughnut factory a pass. com'on, nothing beats Krispy Kremes! i just checked the krispy kremes uk website, and i'm devasted to say there isn't a shop in Sheffield! (yet) oh wells, helps reduce the state of my bloated-ness a little. haha, it was fun out with the girls again talking abt rubbish stuff =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RpMt9hHbDWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YAJE5EcXKe8/s1600-h/P1020251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085458939116195170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RpMt9hHbDWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YAJE5EcXKe8/s320/P1020251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had ljs for lunch at singpost on sunday.it's been such a long time since i followed such a routine. it used to be reaching singpost at 9 to study, have lunch at ljs and den off to svc. not that i miss studying, but being at that place reminds me of jc days. sigh. so lunch was supposed to happen at 12, but ended up at 1. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after svc, i went home, i was feeling really pissed. like no joke, feeling damn angry. so i went to swim, a way to unwind and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yesterday i was all alone at home with nothign to do! mom and dad went to msia for business. and i was telling myself, oh man, this is the kind of lifestyle i'd be leading nxt time, i'd have better start getting used to it. SIGH. borrowed paris je taime to watch, which i realised some parts were too arty farty for me i didn't quite understand. was so glad to receive jy's msg to watch transformers! haven't seen jy for a while, and i wanted to watch transformers too! so oh well, we went to amk hub, since i said i wanted to see how it was like [which turned out to be pretty normal -_-] transformers was OK i'd say. probably coz i heard all the fantastic reviews abt it i was expecting too much, but some of the jokes were funny. esp the parts during the credits. HAHA. it was tuition with the kids after that, which again was some big crazy laughing session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RpMt9xHbDXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cJ5x6QE6x1g/s1600-h/P1020255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085458943411162482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RpMt9xHbDXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cJ5x6QE6x1g/s320/P1020255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well after tuition i got on the 2045 bus 147 as usual and was just going about my usual stoning, when this vj guy got up the bus. he reminded me so much of myself. he was plugged on to his ipod and holding a lecture note in his hands. its like during the times after band when i didn't join the rest for dinner, i would be on 55 with my ipod set to my favourite playlist, staring out of the window thinking, with the notes in my hands [just so i wouldn't feel guilty. haha, though in actualy fact the page doesn't move] and as i thought to myself, i really really really do miss jc. people always say how their most fun times was in sec school, but i'd beg to differ. i thought jc was one of my most fun days, probably i had alot more freedom than i had in sec school, and thus i did alot of crazy stuff as well, like learning kayaking though i can't swim and etc. haha so well today i donned on my vj pe t-shirt to gym, and i felt so proud of it i was strutting to the bus stop. [omg, i sound like a lunatic]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well enough of crap, i've got to rush to some robinson road to collect my visa. which opens for 1 pathetic hour. 4-5. ok till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-4828185155571365227?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/4828185155571365227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=4828185155571365227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4828185155571365227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4828185155571365227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RpMt9hHbDWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YAJE5EcXKe8/s72-c/P1020251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-8829105935788426977</id><published>2007-07-03T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:10.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muffins</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm so what have i been up to the past few days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muffin baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RopjwhHbDUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/V4EpJQ-Ir-I/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082984814615399746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RopjwhHbDUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/V4EpJQ-Ir-I/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; does look good doesn't it? [chocolat chip + blueberry]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well actually, i have approximately 27 muffins sitting in the kitchen, waiting to be eaten. even the ants are keeping their distance =( omg so demoralising. HAHA i think its time to fall back on my trusty friend, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RopjwxHbDVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KxYU6oRr62s/s1600-h/muffins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082984818910367058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RopjwxHbDVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KxYU6oRr62s/s320/muffins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my share of home-baked muffins. if not, i'll just pay S1 for nice fluffy muffins from chocolate &amp; spice. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, it's visa application tmr and dad reckons coz of the recent spate of bombings in the uk, it's gonna be a little challenging. sigh. and my ecology are still waiting to be written!!! =/ all for those rock-cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-8829105935788426977?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/8829105935788426977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=8829105935788426977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8829105935788426977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8829105935788426977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/07/muffins.html' title='muffins'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RopjwhHbDUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/V4EpJQ-Ir-I/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-7612361999432101487</id><published>2007-07-02T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:11.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday celebrations - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-The Usuals at Brewerkz-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAST&lt;/strong&gt;: Ter, Jas, Simeng, JJ, Yap, Pang Ngiau, Roy, Chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RofwDxHbDPI/AAAAAAAAADc/6jwM83vbkMs/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082294652025638130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RofwDxHbDPI/AAAAAAAAADc/6jwM83vbkMs/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; top left (clockwise direction): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.tough decision, what to eat r? of course lamb shank lah, its the biggest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. wham! out comes the lamb shank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. hey, all prepared for chunky time eh? or eating at top speed like you usually do? [starts swiping each other]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. oh screw it, lets just hit the food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha, that was damn funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082294656320605442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RofwEBHbDQI/AAAAAAAAADk/CBHFRqxXy4A/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;how bout some foodie reviews? [since i can memorise such stuff easily?]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. indian pale ale [nice, malty flavour]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. onion rings and lamb shank. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. Shepperds pie. [large chunky lamb with mash on the top]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. burger [bland].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RofwEBHbDRI/AAAAAAAAADs/cq2mdFy4rrY/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082294656320605458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RofwEBHbDRI/AAAAAAAAADs/cq2mdFy4rrY/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahh, the cake from Rive Gauche.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RofwERHbDSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LAhRHx_TTAo/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082294660615572770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RofwERHbDSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LAhRHx_TTAo/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what's beer from Brewerkz without the fabulous company?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;haha ok after that, i went home to change and off i was to meet Xa and Leo. Alex got lost in boat quay and had to cab down. haha. it was a rather crazy night, and after 2shots and 4glasses of chivas green tea, i decided to whisk myself home on a cab before i start to lose my senses. haha it was a really fun night, but i guess i've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RofwERHbDTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BewciqodNW8/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082294660615572786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RofwERHbDTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BewciqodNW8/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this birthday has been one of the more fun ones i ever had. i mean having common tests on your birthday ain't exactly the more exciting way to spend your birthday. so this 19th, having my birthday to coincide with holidays was really good. i didn't look forward to my birthday with anticipation nor expectations [like a new phone or money or bday party etc.]. Friday just came and events unfurled. but after celebrating over 2days, i was really touched by what all my friends have done for me, or how they have organised activites to celebrate my birthday. i guess i'm just telling myself to appreciate all these things and people around me before i leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so heres a special thanks to the family for the buffet, hs for arranging meetup for lunch and being so thoughtful to get me winterwear so i can wear it there, the band people for the cake and the company, xac [and alex and leo] for arranging the night out =) , and Sam [YOU! must be enjoying ur holiday in US while i'm in sg rotting =(], thanx for the video! it was really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm off. it's time to snap out of birthday world and back into reality =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-7612361999432101487?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/7612361999432101487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=7612361999432101487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7612361999432101487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7612361999432101487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthday-celebrations-2.html' title='birthday celebrations - 2'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RofwDxHbDPI/AAAAAAAAADc/6jwM83vbkMs/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-5893389982970276752</id><published>2007-07-02T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:12.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday celebrations - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY 29TH JUNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up with my phone reading 12 new messages received =) i received a total of more than 35 messages wishing me happy birthday, so thank you all! really appreciate all the wishes and blessings. thank you all again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so after blogging my previous entry, i went out with mom for a super light lunch [we shared a bowl of noodles] so we could hit the Cedele Chocolate Truffle Cake. yummness, and of course sinfulness! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rofm1BHbDMI/AAAAAAAAADE/Akwjysxlwn8/s1600-h/cake+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082284503017917634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rofm1BHbDMI/AAAAAAAAADE/Akwjysxlwn8/s320/cake+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;caption is supposed to read (from left): from this... , to this... , cedele&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok after that was time to work off the richness of chocolate in our tummy we decided to take a walk in Zara, which we realised was having sale, and we ended up buying like 10tops, and thus spending 2hrs. [wearing platform killer heels gave me 4 big blisters]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well but anyway, it was time for dinner at Ikoi. again more yumness, i sat there and ate and ate and ate. saw some tv presenters there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rofm1RHbDNI/AAAAAAAAADM/80TkQ96MSbQ/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082284507312884946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rofm1RHbDNI/AAAAAAAAADM/80TkQ96MSbQ/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;think like x3 the amt of food in the picture. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;SATURDAY 30TH JUNE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i drove to tuition in the morning! and reached there in 1 piece thankfully =D again, activities after tuition sustained me thru ranting for 3hrs straight. so after tuition, it was off to vivo to meet hu shing. we ate like at some french cafe which served nice desserts, shopped for her school bag and i bought my coat, talked, walked, chilled. everytime i'm out with her, we seem to talk about things which are so deep and all, makes me feel OLD. [i mean not that its a bad thing, its good to be talking about sensible things, a change from ARMY talk. haha] i'll definitely miss her so when i'm off! =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rofm1hHbDOI/AAAAAAAAADU/CynR4qgA200/s1600-h/collage+-+hs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082284511607852258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rofm1hHbDOI/AAAAAAAAADU/CynR4qgA200/s320/collage+-+hs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dinner at Brewerkz at night with the band ppl! the same nice warm, fuzzy happy feeling descended upon me =D i really enjoyed myself, and appreciate everything they did [like buying the cake, and even the not-so-surprising surprise cake =P], it was sweet! i'll let the pictures do the talking in the nxt post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-5893389982970276752?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/5893389982970276752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=5893389982970276752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5893389982970276752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5893389982970276752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthday-celebrations.html' title='birthday celebrations - 1'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rofm1BHbDMI/AAAAAAAAADE/Akwjysxlwn8/s72-c/cake+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-2124599814046817711</id><published>2007-06-29T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:13.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp, i've finally managed to drag myself to update my blog. ever since tuesday, i've just been in this stinky mood [not upset, or emo, just really irritated with the littlest thing]. hormones, these seemingly small chemical messengers can actually have such a large impact on your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, monday was blading! i used to have a pair of blades, which were a size 4 [current shoe size is 8-9] so you can figure how long ago that was. and i think once last yr, or the yr before, the band ppl went to blade, and it was horrible. so this time, again being very aprehensive, but wanting to learn how to blade, i decided to try again. it was bad initially, refusing to go over humps, and of coz falling, but after a while, and with constant encouragement =), yupp, it wasn't that bad after all. bladed frm marine cove to bedok jetty and back. and blading is indeed some tiring exercise! woke up the nxt day with muscle aches. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, before blading it was lunch consisting of pasta [courtesy of sam cooking, simeng stoning], cold storage chicken, salad [but with thousand island =/]&lt;br /&gt;but of coz, there was tuition to rush to after that =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RoRuYxHbDKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3d3QpFoChrw/s1600-h/ecp+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081307651361148066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RoRuYxHbDKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3d3QpFoChrw/s320/ecp+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha hmm i wonder what did we do after tuition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RoRuZRHbDLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/octkXbVRnoU/s1600-h/P1020175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081307659951082674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RoRuZRHbDLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/octkXbVRnoU/s320/P1020175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; no prices for guessing who's the one holding up the prata. HAHA. cheese prata + teh tarik. it was so good yumms..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday was out with mom. shopping. i have this huge pile of long sleeve tees, together with v-neck pull overs and jackets, which of coz is stashed away at this corner of my wardrobe till september. so meanwhile, my summer clothes just have to be worn and reworn. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday was gym, home to rush tuition notes [rarrr, one of the irritants], tuition, and N&amp;amp;B dou hua. yumms&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, off to collect my passport. it's visa application now. it never seems to stop does it. first it was making a decision. den it was sending in confirmations. accomodation. criminal record. passport making. scholarship application [which was a bitch coz the courier company screwed up by first saying they misplaced it, den said they found it but it wasn't signed for. like WTH?!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, i'm home. stoning my day away, with nothing to do. haha its kinda weird eh, though i'll be out the whole day tmr till the wee hours of the morning i figure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;blogging about these things makes me irritated again, i better stop, or maybe this would be a good excuse for a nice slice of Cedele chocolate mouse cake later. haha, and the yummy Ikoi buffet tonight [which still isn't confirmed =(]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;till den.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to think based on logic or not, thats the mental battle.&lt;/em&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/21664607-2124599814046817711?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/2124599814046817711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=2124599814046817711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2124599814046817711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2124599814046817711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RoRuYxHbDKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3d3QpFoChrw/s72-c/ecp+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-4882034529250692415</id><published>2007-06-20T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T10:26:46.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for a few days.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been wanting to blog for a few days now just that either i suddenly don't feel like when i'm online or that i so tired i just plonk down on bed to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, i'm trying to recall what i did for the past few days! it's been almost a week since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll start from Friday den. After my second last driving lesson, of which i wonderfully knocked down a pole at the parallel parking, i went to meet Sam and later Angela. We were at Charles and Keith and they were telling me how nice the wedges looked on me, instead of auntie flats. but NO, i'm not going to let myself give in to temptation, coz realistically, i'm not going to be able to wear them for long =S ah well, it was Planet Shakers after that which could have been done with more music, but generally, the effect was still there and i don't regret going. [oh ya, parent's were a m'sia for the wkend] i slept at 2 to wake up at 7am the nxt morning =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat was fun fun fun. There was dreadful tuition in the morning [which wasn't so dreadful after all] coz there was something to look forward too later. well anyway, it was off to Roy's house at night [after the ever sinful chomps for the 2nd night in a week!?] for a night of xbox, mahjong, and simply just being with the whole group after ages. well, apart from the company, the amount and type of food we consumed were beyond belief. after the chomps, we had CREAM puffs [70% cream, 30% puff] and the japanese light chese cake, followed by raffles hotel multi flavoured cake and the in betweeen kettle chips. i slept at 2 to wake up at 8am the next morning =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun was the last lesson of driving. which was fine enough. after driving was svc, sermon was good. den it was off to far east to walk around of which i drank bubble tea =/ and ate ding tai fung with the family after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. scary day. BUT, i received a slip of paper saying: YOU CAN DRIVE WHILE AWAITING THE DELIEVERY OF YOUR PHOTOCARD DRIVING LICENSE =D enough said.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll kinda miss complaining about always getting car no. 171, or whining about the *klonk klonk klonk klonk* of my fallen parallel parking poles. haha well anyway, went to have dim sum to celebrate after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday. fun fun fun fun day again. i felt ike i got transported like 5 months back, back when xia jiao and mahjong [coupled with the inevitable swipes] were part of our everyday lives. being 1/2 hr late for breakfast was the usual, running for the long-waiting traffic light was the usual,  ordering pizza hut for lunch was the usual. ahh well, it shouldn't be about reminscing, but about appreciating it now. the day started off great, with a larger amount of swipes than usual, casuing us to break out into fits of laughter [and of coz telling ourselves that laughing helps us lose weight]. it just had to end on a not so good note for me, with mom asking me to meet her to discuss admin stuff for uni and of coz losing mj [hmm, isn't that normal?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, after boring admin stuff, dad picked us up for dinner at chinatown. and... and... and... i drove home after that. OMG IT WAS SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;1. dad's car is slightly bigger than vios.&lt;br /&gt;2. the signal thing is on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;3. the car doesn't seem to move when i accelerate, coz dad's car is heavier.&lt;br /&gt;4. the feel of auto and manual is just diff, i often feel like i'm not in control.&lt;br /&gt;5. driving on the CTE is scary, coz there's hoards of cars and since there's no l plate now, their nasty and seem to be impatient, AND it feels scary to drive at speeds above 80km/h.&lt;br /&gt;6 taxis again, cut across 2 lanes in such a small space, blocked my path and as i was abt to filter out, i almost knocked into it *hides*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but generally, it was ok. of coz dad didn't trust me to park without the poles and red triangles, so he did it. he's going overseas tmr and i'll drive him there! [that is if he hasn't changed his mind after last night. HAHA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok down, to editing my scholarship applications, changing passport, finding info if i can set up a foreign currency account here and transfer it there later. SIGH, i hate it when i have to do such stuff when i should be enjoying myself during the holidays =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-4882034529250692415?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/4882034529250692415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=4882034529250692415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4882034529250692415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4882034529250692415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-few-days.html' title='for a few days.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-5995229223826900141</id><published>2007-06-11T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:13.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't.</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok majestia photos a very long time ago. coz i finally got back my sd card and managed to upload this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rm1ewrPGJ1I/AAAAAAAAACk/jK5fNAN2kLk/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074816545449191250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rm1ewrPGJ1I/AAAAAAAAACk/jK5fNAN2kLk/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ya so i've come to a conclusion that i really do not like tuition coz i feel like i'm causing the kids to do badly in school and also causing Ray to lose money as all those people are quitting. but nvm, i'm going to stop soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that aside, sat was philwinds. Sat through the concert with my mind drifting to places everywhere but the pieces. I realised my attention span has shortened drastically. Talk about listening during lectures next time. HAHA. Supper at Lau Pa Sa with the usuals. Waiyip was seriously entertaining as usual with his stories and animated face like "the world?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun was fine enough. I went to swim before going to ecp for solitude. the weather was good and the wind was nice. had lunch at pw and i realised i really miss going to pw like 5 times a week. i miss the times me, oi and xa spend scouring the place for food like roti boy, scoopz, oreo ice blend, dou hua tang yuan etc, band dinner at bk/macs/mos/treats[yu kee duck rice etc]. left there rather late. reached home to start filing and painting my nails, which was a disaster when you do it at the last minute. gave up to shower, change, make up to go for Ray's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well me and jas just kinda stoned around people watching the family members and all. sat with Ray's jc classmates. and it really made me think like i wonder how it'll be like maybe 7/8 years later when all my friends get married. and i really like these modern days wedding where technology has made it possible for photos from birth to coutship time to be displayed on a slide show. Also they are able to show the video taken from all the morning ceremonies. I was particularly moved when they showed the bride tearing as her mom covered her veil and she was leaving her house. ok i had quite alot of thoughts running through my mind about the wedding last night, but it seems 1 night of sleep has cleanly erased everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rm1ew7PGJ2I/AAAAAAAAACs/w7Rtd6dSBCo/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074816549744158562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rm1ew7PGJ2I/AAAAAAAAACs/w7Rtd6dSBCo/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so today was spent at home doing admin stuff.i applied for accomodation already. self-catered non en-suite newly refurbished flats. looking forward to eating ham sandwiches/cereal/pasta for my meals soon. hahaha ok and i drafted my supporting statement for the scholarship application. and i found another Singaporean from acjc going to the same uni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am somehow looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-5995229223826900141?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/5995229223826900141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=5995229223826900141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5995229223826900141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5995229223826900141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-cant.html' title='i can&apos;t.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/Rm1ewrPGJ1I/AAAAAAAAACk/jK5fNAN2kLk/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-4811147087129333765</id><published>2007-06-08T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:35:40.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cross dress?</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally found something that i lost a few days ago. speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only now that i finally realise the importance of speech despite countless experiences of losing my voice. now that my job requires the ability of speech. i've been whispering/croaking through my last 3 lessons. also given all the free time, my brain seems to be entertaining the most absurb thoughts. like i was actually thinking, what if i never ever regain my voice? i can't go ahead to study medicine coz how the hell am i suposed to communicate with my patients? i can't change course now coz i've already rejected the rest and applications are closed. will i just be a scientist in a lab doing experiments and drafting reports? it was such a scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received my letter of confirmation from UCAS today. sometimes i feel i'm not a very understanding daughter. like i should have tried harder for NUS instead of making my parents drain their banks for my education, leaving none for retirement. like maybe i thought going overseas was an entitlement since Sis got to go so why not? my parents are very supportive and never once told me not to go overseas. yet i can't help but feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;den i start thinking, i have to work hard so as not to disappoint them. and i start having all those horrible thoughts how i would be lost during lectures and not understanding and not being able to cope. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly back to work. took over Sec4 Phy lesson today. while waiting for the lesson to start, i jammed the photocopy machine. and i had to make Ray come back just to remove the hidden jammed paper. THAT made me feel like such a loser. the lesson itself was ok, as in i could explain the concepts to them. what was bad was facing a bunch of unmotivated sec4s doodling on their papers refusing to do their work. and its not only this class. my sec 4and 3 Chem and Bio class was the same too. well it is the holiday, and i was voice-less for the classes, but i can't help but think it is my inability that causes this. den i start thinking about how many students have quit since i started and THAT is not an encouraging thought. and den i start thinking i can't seem to lead or take charge well [since the leadership days of sec school] and i start thinking what if i graduate to become a loser doc who sets up a clinic with no business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i gather i'm in a low confidence mood &lt;strike&gt;day&lt;/strike&gt; week am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, lets get out of this horrible mood! let's talk about my 7/11 experience with that voice of mine yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i went to 7/11 to buy a drink. so the convo went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cashier [who is busy with the register and not looking at me]: do you want a carrier?&lt;br /&gt;me [with hoarse deep voice]: no&lt;br /&gt;cashier: [jerks head up adruptly and gives me and shoots me an UBER WEIRD look]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was thinking what was that about. and while walking to the bus stop it struck me. DO I LOOK LIKE A CROSS-DRESSER TO YOU!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-4811147087129333765?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/4811147087129333765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=4811147087129333765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4811147087129333765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4811147087129333765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/06/cross-dress.html' title='cross dress?'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-3229090850478615755</id><published>2007-06-06T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:13:27.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone with the tune.</title><content type='html'>..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i feel like crap. it sucks when ur sick doesn't it. and i realise sick ppl like to complain alot which irritates the hell out of people around you, thus i'm trying not to complain coz having me and dad sick at the same time isn't the best thing my mom can hope for eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of crapping and weird theories. it started with having a nagging feeling in my throat on Mon, which developed into a horrible pain in my throat at night, and waking up in the middle of the night coz of the pain. Tues was a quiet day coz i lost my voice. It wasn't just hoarse, it was gone. and of coz, whats sore throat without a flu, fever, and muscle aches to come huanting you at night?! so i popped a flu panadol in hope that it'll help both the flu and fever and it did. unfortunately here i am typing with my nose leaking like a tap. well the fever is gone though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this marks the 2nd week in a row not gyming/exercising. i wanted to swim on monday, but it started raining in the afternoon. and when the weather was so good yesterday, i was sick! tell be about it. even the weather is out to make me fat. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've got stuff to do as well which i can't if i keep falling asleep -_-&lt;br /&gt;- tuition work&lt;br /&gt;- essay to TRY to get the Sing Scholarship&lt;br /&gt;- apply for a new passport&lt;br /&gt;- waiting for my acceptance letter:&lt;br /&gt;i) apply for accomodation&lt;br /&gt;ii) apply for visa&lt;br /&gt;iii) apply for credit card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever wondered why people drink honey water when their throat is sore? it's coz honey has antiseptic properties! random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-3229090850478615755?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/3229090850478615755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=3229090850478615755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3229090850478615755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3229090850478615755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/06/gone-with-tune.html' title='gone with the tune.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-6513803404085209862</id><published>2007-06-01T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T22:56:33.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally!</title><content type='html'>yes finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King's College London - MBBS - Decline&lt;br /&gt;University of Sheffield - MBChb - Firm&lt;br /&gt;University of Birmingham - MBBS - Withdrawn&lt;br /&gt;University of Leicester - MBChb - Decline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its time to decide whether i should stay in comfortable en-suite catered halls or standard self-catered ones. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, Hock Lam Street beef kuey tiao is GOOD, though a tad bit expensive. and ending the meal with Venezia's rum&amp;raisins and tiramisu is NOT FAT. considering i had ikea's chicken wings and cheese prata on tuesday, cheese baked pork chop spaghetti frm hk cafe on wednesday, sausage mac muffin + popodums and yummy inidan food on thursday. i didn't gym at all this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok time to finally, sit back, relax and enjoy after 3 weeks of thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-6513803404085209862?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/6513803404085209862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=6513803404085209862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6513803404085209862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6513803404085209862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally.html' title='finally!'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-2745740906918306285</id><published>2007-05-29T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T00:18:19.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwing every single thing.</title><content type='html'>random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i went for driving today, though i clearly know it's on 30th thinking its a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i heard things which really screwed up my supposed decision and i'm having 2nd thoughts about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-how can i not be worried and apprehensive when i read things like how my friend who was showed the finger when she waved at a cute angmoh boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more. i hope i'll be able to fall asleep early tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-2745740906918306285?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/2745740906918306285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=2745740906918306285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2745740906918306285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/2745740906918306285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/05/screwing-every-single-thing.html' title='screwing every single thing.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-3502218801992214907</id><published>2007-05-27T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:13.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh well, this whole week has been a really hectic and busy week. As can be seen mon, tues was out. Wed was gym, thurs driving/tuition day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was outing with Sybil, Jy and Kk, before Majestia at night! Ok, outing in the day was like pigging out session what with burger at Billy Bombers followed by tiramisu cake and doughnuts =/ catching up was good, just that something bothered me. I guess it's the way of the world. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majestia followed. Apart from hearing Spartacus again [after their splendid syf performance], it was the whole feeling of nostalgia being part of the audience and watching them play, instead of being the one on stage playing.&lt;br /&gt;I remember vividly Majestia XX was a bittersweet one. We had our midnight movie outing of Madagascar of which i happily slept for 3/4 of the crappy movie. haha, it was overnight at wy's house later with mahjong!! Oh and how could i forget, our very expensive and secretive presents which coz everybody btw $70-$150!&lt;br /&gt;Majestia XXI was another memorable one. Playing Heart &amp; Voice and screwing up my toms part, playing Technology with our sunglasses [and being super freaked out for my xylo part =/], and of coz, another mid-night movie of X-Men and Gluttons Bay after that. and of coz being the last Majestia we were writing all our long and emo messages which i still do read sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh yes i miss playing with my batchmates, and playing under Mr Leonard Tan. haha if i've gotten into Nus i just might join band for Mr Tan. oh wells.. enough of reminiscing. all my photos are in my sd card which is not with me. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was tuition. Was feeling quite crappy coz my student quit, and its quite demoralising to noe ur student quit coz either ur not teaching well or sth =( lunch with parents den meeting up with the band ppl at night for like some food trail. i mean with Out of The Pan, followed by ben&amp;amp;jerrys, Mrs Fields, dim sum at 10pm. we walked to Meridian to pool [which of coz i watched] till like 1am den home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After svc today, i cabbed home. [3rd day consectively, tell me i'm not broke] went out for dinner, of which i was just feeling really crappy. like all the nagging worries and thoughts over the week just came back to huant me, and of coz there's the fluctuating hormonal levels. the icing on the cake was when i reached home to realise my stupid internet connection had some problems, and i had to restart my computer twice. so, i decided to seek comfort in my friend, the treadmill. yes i jogged for 30mins, blasting songs like Tears &amp; Rain, Absolutely Zero, Look What You've Done, Collide etc. ok but i'm feeling refreshed and happy now, which proves that it is the stupid hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh well, driving's tmr, my mom's in-grown toenail op tmr. and of coz it seems like another busy money-spending, but fun catching up week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RlmfQSxiVLI/AAAAAAAAACc/VfIPC5My2VM/s1600-h/P1020156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069257957848536242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RlmfQSxiVLI/AAAAAAAAACc/VfIPC5My2VM/s320/P1020156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[it's a drawing of a frog on my jeans]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-3502218801992214907?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/3502218801992214907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=3502218801992214907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3502218801992214907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3502218801992214907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/05/ahh-well-this-whole-week-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RlmfQSxiVLI/AAAAAAAAACc/VfIPC5My2VM/s72-c/P1020156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-3406876923502602919</id><published>2007-05-24T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:14.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos.</title><content type='html'>there's just so many things that has happened. but i think i've lapsed into one of my i-don't-feel-like-blogging modes. so i guess i'll just let the photos/lyrics do the talking. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the camp was good. my parents didn't say much, and i've learnt much, which i've drafted an email to Elaine so i shan't elaborate. haha well anyway, its my first time sleeping on the upper deck of a bunk bed and everytime i climb up i feel like i'm going to topple the bed -hides-. i was pigging out ALOT too, what with oreos, sour apple sweet, and riter sports rum &amp; raisins chocolate which is damn good. [an alternative description would be or***mic] well ok, it was a good time of fellowship with the rest and sleepless nights were made alot better with whispery conversations =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was out with mom to look around Robinsons and we bought a black formal winter coat for half price. haha [erm coz i didn't get nus] and it was usual tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was fun. it was superdog, topshop, priceless, sentosa express, sharing session [of everything! haha yes no secrets anymore], herb &amp;amp; garlic focaccia for snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that it was Brewerkz with the girls to celebrate Liesel's acceptance. i got them to order the very malty beer which they said was bitter, and being tight on cash we got a jug or beer, some lamb thing, and 1/2 ribs which were gone before i could take a photo. walked around clarke quay enjoying the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RlRuxCxiVGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_CuAT4UrjHo/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067797269535937634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RlRuxCxiVGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_CuAT4UrjHo/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; beer, lamb, onion rings, fermenters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RlRuxSxiVHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VzfWObggN20/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067797273830904946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RlRuxSxiVHI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VzfWObggN20/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;random shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RlRuySxiVII/AAAAAAAAACE/tzEzvVNS_eE/s1600-h/P1020100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067797291010774146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RlRuySxiVII/AAAAAAAAACE/tzEzvVNS_eE/s320/P1020100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067793442720076882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RlRrSSxiVFI/AAAAAAAAABs/rJw1typFoLY/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;shots from sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well well today was gym day! mom was menopaus-ing before i left house, which left me feeling really frustrated. and i realised running is such a good way to release all your frustrations. and cycling is the best time to listen to songs. and this particular song got stuck in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are my shield, my strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;My portion, deliverer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;My shelter, strong tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;My very present help in time of need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-3406876923502602919?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/3406876923502602919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=3406876923502602919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3406876923502602919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3406876923502602919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/05/photos.html' title='photos.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RlRuxCxiVGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_CuAT4UrjHo/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-7731637975594949967</id><published>2007-05-18T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T15:50:15.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>102nd post.</title><content type='html'>eh heh, this is my 102nd post. [my first sentence always starts with something random and doesn't make sense, which goes well with the fact that there's sth wrong with the html so the first sentence can't be seen. haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anw, what a week it has been. could have been a much better week i would say. but its friday already. TGIF. and thus i also hope it marks the end of such a week. friends, home, driving, work. ahh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to a camp frm fri - sun 5pm. time to leave behind the worries of my current, boring semi-unemployed life.[all my friends consider me as unemployed as they think working from 7-830pm 4 days a week is a far cry from proper work] i changed my ultimatum to decide which uni i should accept to this Sun, and as of now, i'm still a undecided as i was 2months ago when the uni decisions were finalised. it's like i feel like i'm sitting in the middle of a see-saw and the 2 universities i'm considering [King's College London and University of Sheffield, unfortunately not nus coz i haven't received the letter and if i haven't received it by nxt wk, thats abt it.] are at either ends. i do read up on the uniersity at various websites, and see the university rankings, and hear comments from my sis and her local friends. each new comment seems to change the balance of the see saw, often bringing the higher one down and the lower one up. how am i supposed to make a decision like that! i don't know, i really don't know. yes, my undecisive-ness [is there such a word?] would be the downfall of me. poof. i need some divine intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough abt it. i'd post my decision when i've made a reply to UCAS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-7731637975594949967?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/7731637975594949967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=7731637975594949967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7731637975594949967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7731637975594949967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/05/102nd-post.html' title='102nd post.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-6685261144249099487</id><published>2007-05-13T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:25:42.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy yet weirdly contented.</title><content type='html'>i'm really really really very tired i figure i'm gg to sleep soon, like at 10pm+. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm but come to think of it, its not like i did alot of physical draining activity this wkend. it just started from fri when i woke up at 6am and slept at 1am to wake up at 730am for tuition on sat to reach home at 11pm and slp at 3am to wake up at 9am automatically. i seriously need to sleep. i wonder how i survived school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway i went for the conference after tuition on sat. on my way to expo, i took 43 to pl of which i met my student and we chatted in the bus. he's the typical lazy, ah beng boy, who msgs during tuition class and never pay attentions. so as teachers we tend to judge [ok thats bad, so mbbe not judge but have preconveived ideas of such students being lazy and not doing well in studies], and that convo in the bus ride definitely left me thinking. he's actually a rather bright student, getting A for physics and maths [just so happens he doesn't do well for chem which i am teaching him]. he gets into fights in schools [which is suppossedly quite common for his school], used to smoke but now smokes rarely, and aims to go poly to do engineering. even if he may be exaggerating abt the fights part, this is yet another example to show me not to judge people. and another to show me how innocent i am coming frm schools which do not have such things. ahh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took home some interesting points from the conference, and was equally lost during certain sessions due to my inadequate knowledge of stuff. but i won't regret, coz i felt like i was brought back after feeling so far away the past few weeks. i got a ride home from Sam and she drove! haha i think its so cool to be able to drive ur friends home. i'd want to do that too when i get my liscence! ok honestly, the ride home was quite smooth. haha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was svc then mother's day dinner. there's outing with oi + xa nxt week, outings with mom coz dad's overseas, and encounter frm fri - sun. hope things go smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really tired, yet weirdly contented =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-6685261144249099487?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/6685261144249099487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=6685261144249099487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6685261144249099487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6685261144249099487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/05/sleepy-yet-weirdly-contented.html' title='sleepy yet weirdly contented.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-1673404683056425339</id><published>2007-05-11T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T23:06:08.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syf.</title><content type='html'>got up at 6 to meet Danny at 8 to get the ticket and walk there. we still ended up waiting for the cabbers. sat through the morning half of the bands coz vj was band 9. was so nervous for vj that i couldn't concentrate to listen and my contacts were blurring frm staring far for too long. sigh, but i heard wy's recording. we were all so relieved and happy after hearing them play =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lunch at bk coz it was so crowded and we wanted to go back and queue up for tickets for the afternoon session. i tell you those ushers seriously suck. they treat us like kids saying. it was till the point we were ordered and chased out of any area near a bloody speaker. like HELLO, you don't let us in FINE. you don't even let us listen what is going on inside, like wth. these ppl probably don't understand how impt it is, to alumni, and even more so to the students in the participating bands. i recall 2 yrs ago when we went back to listen to the results we were allowed to sit near the speakers. now, the students are reduced to waiting downstairs or outside listening from a handphone. ok, enough complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so we went down to where the jnrs were sitting and listened to the results and we got gwh! we were so happy and the jnrs were simply euphoric. jumping up and down, screaming, singing the victorian anthem twice, shouting many many cheers. the feeling is indescribable. they worked hard, played their best and enjoyed themselves =) and of course, they achieved this under Mr Leonard Tan. Congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok boring entry, but its simply such a happy thing. sigh i have tuition tmr and don't feel like going. i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont' feel like going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-1673404683056425339?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/1673404683056425339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=1673404683056425339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1673404683056425339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1673404683056425339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/05/either-blogger-changed-its-layout-or-it.html' title='syf.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-444969075114829702</id><published>2007-05-08T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:30:09.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoo blogger seems to be experiencing some technical difficulties. or my comps screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, it's my 99th post! amazing. anw don't you think the weather was so good today? there was sun, wind [except the humid part]. i started dreaming of being in the Bahamas or sth sitting under an umbrella tanning sipping a frozen martini. ok you can see the extent of boredom and how much my brain has degenerated after approx 5mths of holiay till i'm talking abt the weather -_- this is bad. i was just clearing 2yrs worth of TIMES that day and realised how out of touch i am frm current issues. i used to do it for the sake of gp but i realise its act quite good to noe sth abt what is happening. instead of living in my own world thinking abt the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've given myself an ultimatum [this sun] to decide which uni to go to =( there's just like so many things to think abt. how established [overseas vs locally], cost [the diff is quite significant], percentage of local ppl, distance frm my sister. ahhhh i don't noe. but i believe i'd be able to come to a decision by this Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun was spent with the family eating dim sum and stoning at home. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gym tmr! den dinner. date with oi on wed =D driving's on thurs, and fri's SYF! sat's conference. my weeks packed. =/ i hope nxt weekend will go smoothly. alright, i'm hungry so i'm off to sleep to curb the hunger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-444969075114829702?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/444969075114829702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=444969075114829702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/444969075114829702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/444969075114829702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/05/whoo-blogger-seems-to-be-experiencing.html' title=''/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-7815183530828901331</id><published>2007-05-03T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:14.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the mood for.</title><content type='html'>i seem to be suffering from emotional highs and lows. and the last post was just, well a bad time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week feels short! shorter than the many many previous mundane weeks. haha probably coz there was a long weekend and going out everyday frm thurs till mon kinda makes everything more bearable! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me why am i feeling high at 1154pm at night. wheeee.. well anw i think i have a come-swipe-me-face. sigh so it was during chem tuition at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;me: "hmmm i'm hungry".&lt;br /&gt;student A: "huhhh hungry?" in his usual blur look.&lt;br /&gt;me: "ya, you didn't want to share ur chocolate with the class wat. do you noe how fat and how many calories there are in that chocolate bar?"&lt;br /&gt;student A: :"ya, thats why i didn't offer you"&lt;br /&gt;me: -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it's gym tmr. after me and mom spent $21 at Chocolate &amp; Spice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda miss school life. this is so random but i stumbled upon my old blog the other day and read some of my old entries [back in year 1]. there were many entries writing about both fun and sad things. so i started browsing through my photos and these are those i have in my new comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060377432080424002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="344" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RjoSdqSOnEI/AAAAAAAAABk/7uVnDAXDaSs/s320/collage+(2).jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-7815183530828901331?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/7815183530828901331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=7815183530828901331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7815183530828901331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7815183530828901331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-mood-for.html' title='in the mood for.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RjoSdqSOnEI/AAAAAAAAABk/7uVnDAXDaSs/s72-c/collage+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-8917126993922487845</id><published>2007-04-30T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T12:21:20.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>conlcusions.</title><content type='html'>don't we always jump to conclusions? i always seem to think of the worst, to be proven wrong after finding out the truth. tell me i'm wrong this time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brewerkz was good. the food, the atmosphere, and that unknown warmth and good feeling you get by just sitting inside. That warm feeing just makes you want to go back again. like now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-8917126993922487845?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/8917126993922487845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=8917126993922487845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8917126993922487845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8917126993922487845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/04/conlcusions.html' title='conlcusions.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-8408785024754926450</id><published>2007-04-28T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:04:45.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food fest.</title><content type='html'>haha i'm tired. i've been out almost the whole day for 3 days consecutively with 2 nights reaching home at 130 and 1230am respectively =/ but it's been alot more exciting than the weekdays and me and Jas both agree that at least weekends are sth to look forward too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what happens when ur catching up with guys who have just booked out and have been doing jogs and run and some strength training and soc [random words and acronyms i keep hearing them mention]? well it'll be meeting over meal and chilling after that. but the amount we eat and the kind of food we eat just tells me that i'll have to gym/swim my ass off nxt week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri - Pizza Hut's chicken drumlets, chomp2, cocktails&lt;br /&gt;Sat - Breakfast, soup spoon, b&amp;amp;js, subway [carl's jnrs for the guys]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes its scary isn't it? and our money is depleting quite rapidly. i can only look forward to pay cheque nxt week. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhuasted frm the activities yesterday, i was thinking how did we manage to like meet and chill at chomp2 like 1/2 times a wk in the past and have things to talk about and have so much energy at the same time. those days were definitely fun but it's as if we have aged and grown old suddenly =/ well thats just a random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised the diversity of people around. it's good to mix with different people i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-8408785024754926450?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/8408785024754926450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=8408785024754926450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8408785024754926450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8408785024754926450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/04/food-fest.html' title='food fest.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-4888805209668383497</id><published>2007-04-27T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T12:22:59.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sealed.</title><content type='html'>my interview went badly. i didn't prepare well enough and i didn't expect to be grilled that badly and to be asked on the nitty gritty details that i wrote in my personal statement. i guess Oi's advice of speaking the truth came in handy. and the interviewers were, well critical and sarcastic i would say. but overall i would say its a learning experience. i think i better settle my other uni applications like sending in my A level results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least things changed for the better at night=D and coffee really has some effect on me. i couldn't sleep even at 2+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay it's gardens again tonight after almost 3 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-4888805209668383497?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/4888805209668383497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=4888805209668383497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4888805209668383497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4888805209668383497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/04/sealed.html' title='sealed.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-6046896791412890673</id><published>2007-04-22T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:50:51.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love it.</title><content type='html'>hahaha again, this being a Sunday, i'd claim that the past week was YET ANOTHER BORING WEEK. argh, i even went to job street trying to look for a job that'll occupy my mornings before i do my evening tuitions since i'm stopping driving already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday driving.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a travelling frm home --&gt; vj --&gt; tiong bahru --&gt; buena vista --&gt; holland village --&gt; home.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was gym! pepper lunched with Jas den met up with Jie Yi =)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was driving.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was PURE STONING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a session with the world's most PLEASENT bunch of sec2s you can every find. i'm so glad sexual reproduction's over so they'd stop asking me if i have seen a penis/testes before. LIKE SERIOUSLY.. well but i met up with Oi and Xa for Fracture after that. Anthony Hopkins was impressive, Ryan Gosling was cute and the story line was good. After that we kinda walked around and ate at CJ express where we saw a totally horrible bf. i mean like would you 1) make ur girlfriend order and pay for ur meal? 2) show that ur unhappy when she bought the wrong drink? 3) start eating first when her food hasn't arrived? 4) lose ur temper when ur gf says she can't eat when she has ordered coz she can't take chili? ok i think he sort of knew we were talking about him coz he kept giving us dirty looks. oh well, it's quite funny in the sense that Oi and Xa were complaining about how they we jobless, and 2 weeks later they get 2 job offers and yesterday complaining about work together! haha their so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today except going for the essay test. It starts at 2pm, and i reached there at 115 and was a loner coz i didn't noe anyone [prob coz most of the ppl there were from some certain jc and most of them knew each other] till 145 when i saw matthias and liesel and leonard. did the essay and when we were done, we went to holland v coffee bean to catch up. haha i love muffins =D chai tea latte was a little weird. and i realised all Sg parents are the same. like you get parents hovering around the doors trying to give water bottles to their child during the break. if not chatting up another fellow parent and talk about how ur daughter/son takes 3S papers and is one of the selected few in her school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and passed dinner. too full. watched Grey's Anatomy 320. After 1 mth of break i still love that show to bits. I really really like it. I have no idea why too. Mbbe coz their lives seem really fun and interesting. Of coz it doesn't happen in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nxt week won't be that boring =D there's rice table with mom on Tues, bread baking with Hs on Wed, interview on Thurs, Fri and Sat seems to be activity planned as well, and hopefully Sunday will go smoothly. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-6046896791412890673?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/6046896791412890673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=6046896791412890673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6046896791412890673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6046896791412890673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-it.html' title='love it.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-1742168582173684217</id><published>2007-04-15T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:58:01.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worried. happy.</title><content type='html'>hahaha oh man i am blogging quite often am i. it seems to come in phases. like there will be this period where i hardly blog at all and after a while there will be a period where i blog alot. [like now]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, being the last day of the week, i'm claiming that i have indeed had a very UNEVENTFUL week. last week was good friday long weekend and there was TGIF and dinners and Ben &amp; Jerry's and mj. This week i was home w/o any activities on mon, tues, wed, sat, sun. and i AM bored at home, with Grey's Anatomy stopping for a month. [Prison Break is serving as a substitute for the time being]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ok there was Mind's on sat but i had to stay home. and there was supposed to be Freedom Writers with the parents after service but they were not screening Freedom Writers today! AHHH WHYYYYYY?! so that leaves me at home being utterly bored out of my wits, having finished my portfolio in 30mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it's good when you've decided to do something. lets channel it to somewhere else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy for you! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-1742168582173684217?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/1742168582173684217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=1742168582173684217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1742168582173684217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1742168582173684217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/04/worried-happy.html' title='worried. happy.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-3637686189463339306</id><published>2007-04-14T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T20:23:31.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she deserves it.</title><content type='html'>oh well another Saturday has come and is about to go soon. I haven't been online for like 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thusday was a whole activity filled day as compared to the prevoius few days being stuck at home attempting to pack my room. i went for driving in the morning learning how to parallel park to witness another immediate failure. its quite demoralising to keep witnessing immediate failures while covering circuit components. People say doing the circuit is easier than test routes, i'd beg to differ. After that it was meeting hs at town to shop, talk and just catch up. and finally off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is my off day. so i went out with mom for set lunch at Kuriya [yummmm] and den shopping again. haha though this time i bought more useful stuff, like wollen jackets in preparation and we looked at bags and bought some essential stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite freaky in the sense that all this preparation is making me feel apprehensive about living alone. i start thinking how in the world am i supposed to settle my own meals, pay my phone bills, cook, iron, wash, keep my room neat, and of course the people, the environment, trying to fit in. This leads to the question of which school i should choose. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat's the day where i have difficulties dragging myself out of bed at 7.15 to shower and get ready to prepare myself for battle against a group of mischievious, noisy bunch of childish sec 2s. i like teaching my sec 1 class coz their cute and it's quite interesting to make fun of the sec4s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet up at 9 but i'd have to sacrifice that. sigh, coz dad just returned home frm overseas and i'm supposed to act like i'm a good girl and have been staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i find it amazing how lowly and despicable some women can be just to achieve their goals[and when i say women i really mean mature, 30+ individuals]. they totally deserve to be called bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't been able to sleep peacefully since last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peserverence would pay off, would it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-3637686189463339306?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/3637686189463339306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=3637686189463339306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3637686189463339306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3637686189463339306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/04/she-deserves-it.html' title='she deserves it.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-5889351667231523719</id><published>2007-04-11T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T00:21:49.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same situation.</title><content type='html'>i try to tell myself that one day things will fall into place and i shouldn't be overly worried.&lt;br /&gt;yet why is it that i see ppl in the same situation.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't possibly keep complaining and talking abt it to ppl without doing anything. sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-5889351667231523719?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/5889351667231523719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=5889351667231523719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5889351667231523719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5889351667231523719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/04/same-situation.html' title='same situation.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-9200921549017485137</id><published>2007-04-09T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:17:32.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>today was quite a horrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my driving was =/ i witnessed 1 immediately failure at the S course and i couldn't park at that particular no.25. the thing is my parking was ok for the other 5 parking spaces. sigh i don't know. and den i heard the syf results and the confusion and all i'm still not really sure what's happenning. and i had tuition at night but had to rush off to send my dad off at the airport. so, i forgot to take the worksheet home to prepare and i'm gg thru it on thurs. and i can't do the sec 4 chem questions. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was ok i guess. i queued for muffins at Chocolate and Spice and was almost late/late for service. oh well started talking abt what kind of sticks we use to play concert snare. and i do miss playing. how i wish i was a better player last time. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one moment i'm feeling all ok abt it and the next moment i'm getting all worried. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long. sigh. i totally didn't see that coming =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-9200921549017485137?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/9200921549017485137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=9200921549017485137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/9200921549017485137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/9200921549017485137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/04/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-4959933491312938828</id><published>2007-04-06T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T02:33:58.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>box.</title><content type='html'>i swear i have this affinity with car no 171. i've gotten it 5 times! the thing is i'm not exactly comfortable with the instructor. count me lucky. today's driving was stressful and i made many many mistakes [like not changing back to 1st gear when i stop -_-]. hopes of passing the first time seems so far away now. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anw life has settled into a new kind of routine. driving, mj, movie, supper has been replaced with driving, nap, tuition, dinner, sleep. gym's been reduced to once a week but sufficient [i hope] haha.. i'm starting to dread tuition lesser and lesser with the exception of Sat's class coz the guys there seem to take fun in throwing tissue boxes at each other and creating a hell lot of noise. and i'm teaching sexual repro in human, and knowing the childish kids... [i've got 6guys, 1 girl]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with the usuals today. hahah yet another week has passed. just that last week we were meeting up to catch up after a 2 week hiatus. This week is like the last time we'll meet before the last batch of ppl go in and be bald =/ oh well, i was having this headache since morn and was drained frm tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k enough talking.this weekend will be one filled with activities. which is good in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it so hard to strike a balance. and everytime i meet challenges i just escape by not thinking about it for a few days till there's really no choice. and there's also certain things which i don't see the rationale behind them. sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-4959933491312938828?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/4959933491312938828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=4959933491312938828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4959933491312938828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4959933491312938828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/04/affinity.html' title='box.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-6931545297631658375</id><published>2007-04-01T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T02:16:34.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been ages.</title><content type='html'>well anyway, either my comp's ok again or that i just re-saved my template. i'm able to view my blog again! and others as well. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with perc 05/06 on wed. though for lunch only coz i had driving. talking and joking with them reminded me of all the fun times we had together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anw i finally met up with xa and oi yesterday [and today as well] haha.. yesterday was Music and Lyrics [yes i know i'm slow]. Hugh Grant is charming, though a little old. hahaha me and xa couldn't stop laughing everytime he started doing the "POP" dance move. we ended up sitting at macs munching a 50cent ice cream and talking for like 2hrs. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we met up again with Alex this time though. and we went shopping. haha i got like 3 tops for $50 i would say thats good. the only thing is i haven't gotten my pay so my bank account isn't looking good [so much for netts-ing everything]. but i really enjoyed hanging out with them again, doing all the stupid stuff we used to do like making me pose outside Daiso, pet safari, EATING, chilling. it just felt so right and relaxing! how i wish every sat'll be that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and i have no idea why everytime i'm out with oi and xa we all get into this pigging out mode. for eg, we ate like lunch, popcorn, ice cream, and browsed around carrefour food section yesterday. today, i ate peanut pancake, blueberry muffin, striploin steak, chocolate cake, berry pie, rosti, dinner, b&amp;j's. sigh, i so need my Mon's session. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's tuition class was amazingly quiet. like seroiusly, they've nvr been so easy to handle before. and i was wondering to myself how can this be, when it suddenly struck me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we resumed supper session yesterday! :) i don't understand why everytime we try a new drink it taste horrible. yesterday's one tasted like medicinal herbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-6931545297631658375?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/6931545297631658375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=6931545297631658375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6931545297631658375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6931545297631658375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-ages.html' title='it&apos;s been ages.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-8971033658670976246</id><published>2007-03-24T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:37:52.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reappear</title><content type='html'>either someone tells me what is wrong with my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not, may my blog reappear NOW! argh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-8971033658670976246?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/8971033658670976246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=8971033658670976246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8971033658670976246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8971033658670976246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/03/reappear.html' title='reappear'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-1956404072126771906</id><published>2007-03-20T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:14:50.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quite some time.</title><content type='html'>hmm, it's been a long time since i last blogged. the whole past week was just really packed and it zoomed past whereas this week, i've been home most of the time. the second batch of enlistment has begun. no more mahjongs, reduced supper sessions, and of course, gone are the famous swipes. haha its kinda sad actually don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first g12 conference has been an eye opening one. what i thought it'll be like and what it actually was was totally different, in a good way that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition has been OK i would say. its always like i wake up at 10 and hapilly go about doing what i need to do. by 2pm i'm dreading the clock to reach 6 where i have to drag my ass off to take 147 [which always seems to arrive at a time which would require me to do the 100m dash]. but at 830pm its like YIPEE! tuition's over and it wasn't that bad. why was i dreading it so badly? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still starting to get used to window's vista. the graphics are nice and all, its just the compatability problem which realy sucks. first of all, i couldn't connect to the internet coz the software couldn't support vista. but we changed to wireless so it's solved. secondly, Firefox's acting all weird and i have to use IE. and den the scaner can't be used coz AGAIN the software doesnt' support vista, and the website doesn't give any additional info. iTunes 7.1.1 does support vista, its just that they say there are still minor problems which are being rectified for the time being. vlc media player won't work, so i can't watch my drama seriels [eg: Grey's!] so i guess xp is still best for the time being. luckily my desktop is still working, albeit at snails pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't have any tuition today, and tmr too! though today was spent helping my sis load software into her new laptop [her old one spoilt. sigh..] and stuff, which burned my whole free day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i think i've done loads of complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-1956404072126771906?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/1956404072126771906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=1956404072126771906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1956404072126771906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1956404072126771906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/03/quite-some-time.html' title='quite some time.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-1519782171589451156</id><published>2007-03-11T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:26:08.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not regretting.</title><content type='html'>well, i haven't been in much of a mood to blog the past week. my life just sort of slips into some routine where i wake up and either go for driving or head for the gym den movies. and as for the evening programmes, its tuition den supper/drinks. what else is there to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say the past week was sort of like a transitional week, where we sorted out our feelings, thought thoroughly what we wanted to apply for and go for the open houses that were yesterday and today. i haven't applied yet, and i noe i should really start soon, like this coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really getting quite broke. march seems to be the month of spending, with bdays and conferences. i blasted $100 off in 2 days, on food and outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's quite amazing how things can actually change from 2 extremes within such a short time, though its always frm the top to the bottom. on the other hand, climbing frm the bottom to the top is such a slow and long drawn process. and often, time is so limited. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often question myself about the decisions i have made, when i face difficulties or when doubts surface. but these days, i just feel so glad, and i'm not regretting it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop being lazy and start uploading my photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-1519782171589451156?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/1519782171589451156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=1519782171589451156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1519782171589451156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1519782171589451156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-regretting.html' title='not regretting.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-27416741533686171</id><published>2007-03-03T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T01:08:12.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ironic.</title><content type='html'>hmm the whole week of anticipating, anxiety, insomnia, constantly fighting not to think about it, is finally over. and for me it ended with a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did well. its just that i wasn't in any celebratory mood at all after the whole thing. ironically. everything just felt ---. and for once in 18 years i finally did better than my sister. well that really doesn't matter. but i definitely know i couldn't have done it alone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we caught dreamgirls on thurs and had supper after that which consisted of almond paste which looked like.... HAHAHAHAHAHA.. dreamgirls was ok, was abit sian in the middle of the show and jennifer hudson was too overpowering. Beyonce was HOT and i have to agree the song she sang was the nicest. and on the cab back we had our post-show analysis of paddle/oars moment. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i better sleep. i've got tuition tmr, meeting with hs, dinner with mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-27416741533686171?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/27416741533686171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=27416741533686171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/27416741533686171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/27416741533686171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/03/ironic.html' title='ironic.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-1835907317915842556</id><published>2007-03-01T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T01:18:52.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>i'm not going to be late ANYMORE from tmr onwards. i'm going to make an effort to reach early whenever i meet people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushing between places costs alot in terms of bus fare, but it counters sleepless nights these days by tiring you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back to being semi-employed. yay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed my final theory test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dim sum --&gt; gym --&gt; b&amp;amp;j + chomp chomp + cocktail --&gt; gym. does that make any sense? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahjong both virtual and real fills up the remaining time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tried as hard as possible to fill up my time all the way to fri afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not let it/them get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-1835907317915842556?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/1835907317915842556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=1835907317915842556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1835907317915842556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1835907317915842556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/03/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-5774986921340210455</id><published>2007-02-26T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:00:06.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally.</title><content type='html'>oh my, i took about 2 hours just to make changes to someone's template. i'm pathetic at html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's still not something i'm totally satisfied with, but i give up. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking how things have changed. in a good way that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-5774986921340210455?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/5774986921340210455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=5774986921340210455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5774986921340210455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5774986921340210455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/02/finally.html' title='finally.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-1486457320015274480</id><published>2007-02-25T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:24:17.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn the locks.</title><content type='html'>hmmmm okay, i just realised my last post was my 80th post and this is my 81st! haha i'm amazed i actually made it for so long. well actually this is my 5th year blogging? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are back. well i have to admit initially, new year without them was a little lonely. and all the cooking and washing clothes and hanging clothes weren't fun at all. now, i'm just yearning for all that freedom i had to come back. when they were overseas, i either reached home at 12, or later than that. and i don't have to like plan whether i'm having dinner home or not and everythings just spontaneous and flows nicely. now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k enough complaining, you get my point. but like seriously, is it coz i'm a girl that i'm not allowed to:&lt;br /&gt;1) stay out later than 12&lt;br /&gt;2) go clubbing&lt;br /&gt;3) choose what i want to believe in&lt;br /&gt;4) go out everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't understand. i'm 19, time to loosen the grips i reckon. it's not like i have committments like studying or wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, i sound super spoilt. i shall stop ranting. speaking of which, i was blog reading that day, and i really shouldn't be complaining coz i realised i'm actually leading a very comfortable life. i have my family[well in a way..], a house to live in, given the opportunity to pursue higher education and all. hmmm oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gym-ing for 45 mins was "fun". we just had to end the day with KFC + bubble tea. hahaha not to mention 2 man tai 's for me! haha and the chorus of "fat bitch, fat bitch, ur a fat bitch..." ahhh its days like these i'd definitely miss. just 3 more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with hs today. was supposed to shop for her black shoes, but...... she claimed all the designs were very auntie -_- hahaha. the main thing is we were all in these at least 2 and a half inch heels and our feet were damn pain we practically sat on the steps. hahaha and den i had to have dinner with dad so that equates to missing class dinner [on top of missing the visiting to ms oon's house coz of e-trial. HAIZ], and it was either:&lt;br /&gt;1) stay home like what my parents would like&lt;br /&gt;2) go clubbing with classmates [which btw, is like violation of rule no. i-don't know-what]&lt;br /&gt;3) meet the band ppl for dessert at serangoon gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well of coz option 3 is like the best. so off i was to take 136 to gardens. just so happens as i'm plugging in to my mp3 the 136 zooms past the bus stop. and the frequency of 136 is like SUPERB. i waited for 25 mins, and was abt to flag a cab when the bus came -_- well chilled at ice3 till 12 and we all dispersed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh time to turn in. i have some event to attend  at 11 in the morning. and i'm going alone coz i don't noe who else would want to go. ahh wat a loser. and den its service in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i seem to be in a blogging mood today. i've blogged so much! sorry for the bore. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i pray that everything would go smoothly tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-1486457320015274480?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/1486457320015274480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=1486457320015274480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1486457320015274480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1486457320015274480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/02/turn-locks.html' title='turn the locks.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-3608601806317406774</id><published>2007-02-22T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T11:41:29.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much time.</title><content type='html'>hmm i've been wanting to blog for the past few days. Its just that by the time i'm home i'm so tired i just want to get to sleep as i have to get up early the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've got to say the 3rd day of cny was fun! a day of bore turned out to be a day of fun with visiting and meeting up with sec school friends! and also to work off some of the excess gained during new year. haha.. 2nd day wasn't that bad too. Met up with Xa and Huili to chill out at The Balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was out the whole day, with mahjong and driving in between and den birthday party. was supposed to meet steph and xa to club but i was inappropriately dressed and i thought i'd end late, so we didnt' go in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that they play the same kind of music in gyms and in clubs. [the remix kind of fast beat music]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was just thinking. Coffee places and Bars/pubs serve to allow people to catch up with their friends and to chill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet it seems people always prefer clubs/bars to the other. hmm i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough i sound really stupid and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just all this time these days and my mind starts thinking about weird stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats when insecurities creep up on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-3608601806317406774?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/3608601806317406774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=3608601806317406774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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i set my alarm clock to 6.45am so i could get up to shower and leave house. and when i opened my eyes in the morning, it was bright and sunny, 9.02am. and service starts at 9. and the first word for the year was "shit!". was feeling damn pissed, but then again, there's no point getting angry. so i just got about making my own breakfast and i switched on the tv and there was NOTHING to watch. and i sat there thinking, i've got NOTHING to do until 6pm at night. how pathetic, while everyone's out bai nian-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided, i might as well go for driving lessons [thats if they are open and i vaguely remember they are]. but the website has some problem or sth, so i ended up watching 4 episodes of Grey's Anatomy and 1 episode of CSI Miami on AXN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that leaves me nothing to watch tmr, as it's another i've-got-nothing-to-do day. maybe i'll watch Prison Break or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was just thinking, if things go according to how they should, this will probably be the last cny i'll celebrate. totally memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok on a brighter note, i'm off to hs house for popiah dinner and stayover =)&lt;br /&gt;and i maybe meeting my classmates at night tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-680839240197424789?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/680839240197424789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=680839240197424789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/680839240197424789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/680839240197424789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-year.html' title='new year?'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-4686293988954736797</id><published>2007-02-11T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:20:26.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy together.</title><content type='html'>hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past 2 days have been great fun spending time with friends. i guess i don't realise how much i should treasure this time we spend together until i don't see them for 3 weeks. i guess now's really the period to spend time with everybody when there's an opportunity to. in a few months it'll be army for the 2nd batch of guys and uni for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still slightly jet-lagging and today i saw my eye bags. their terrible. i seriously want to sleep now but i'm waiting for my last epi of Grey's to d/l finish before i can sleep. argh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anw, hopefully i'd get more freedom to go out. [my parents were overseas] hopefully they understand that we won't be seeing much of each other as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found someone who's also going to be like me during CNY! so i guess i'll havbe something to do instead of sitting at home rotting =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k thats about all i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-4686293988954736797?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/4686293988954736797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=4686293988954736797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4686293988954736797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/4686293988954736797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-together.html' title='happy together.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-7251529013872608117</id><published>2007-02-07T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:20:26.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horribly bored.</title><content type='html'>i'm horribly bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't say my trip has been fantastic at all. i'd say last yr's hk trip was much nicer. rarr all the small little things that happened doesn't make things any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm coming home tmr alr! i can't wait. my freedom, my bed [vs sleeping on the floor], a hot shower, clean clothes, GREY'S ANATOMY!!![ i think i've missed about 3 episodes] yeah alot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of reading bbc health and about ethical issues. it's horrible. time to go home and start on a nice romance novel [sorry, i'm a romance junkie]. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate a large pizza myself yesterday. not the personal pan size but the regular size. and i had a banoffee pie[ banana + tofee]. but yeah, i was too nervous to have anything much for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi says i'm looking forward so much to come back now, but when i am actually back i'll be complaining how bored i am. hahaha well, which reminds me, newspaper reports have warned of "heavy snow on thurs and fri up till 10cm. transportation delays are expected on the tubes, railways etc" i definitely hope everything goes smoothly for my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm deeply grateful :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-7251529013872608117?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/7251529013872608117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=7251529013872608117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7251529013872608117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7251529013872608117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/02/horribly-bored.html' title='horribly bored.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-1980414077674912276</id><published>2007-02-03T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T19:27:04.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn pissed</title><content type='html'>i'm damn pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've only got myself to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no more driving lessons available in march for me to book!!! except weekends [more expensive] and at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its currently a month in advance! [just as wat the lady at comfort told me, to book a month in advance] arghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have like 3 lessons in feb, and 2 late march [late afternoon together with all the heavy ubi traffic] .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, it's 11.22 am and i'm waiting to go out. arghhhhhhhhhh to eat, FISH AND CHIPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well enough of complaining, 6 days till i get home and stop growing fat. 4 days till i get to enjoy my holiday again. YIPEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, we ate at some bbq place last night. and they had this sort of scheme, where its called BEAT THE CLOCK. that means like if i place my order at 6.45pm [which we did for a huge meal], i pay 6.45 pounds! hahaha so cool. and it was happy hour so i had a Jamican Mule cocktail. which was nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-1980414077674912276?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/1980414077674912276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=1980414077674912276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1980414077674912276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1980414077674912276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/02/damn-pissed.html' title='damn pissed'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-8929574043480816188</id><published>2007-01-31T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:59:51.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woooo..</title><content type='html'>hahahaa finally i get to use the internet again!!! hahaha so its been erm almost 2 weeks? and i'd say its been really fast how these 2 weeks have passed. i'm starting to miss Sg, the food and the friends [not so much the weather].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've done 2 interviews, and left with 1. and the experience of going through one isn't fun at all. since they are always conducted in the afternoon, and the last 2 i've been were out of london, that means waking up at un-earthly hours such as 5am to prepare and stuff, squeeze with the working crowd on the tubes and take trains that last almost an hour to reach the university by 12. =S and by the time i reach there, i'm too nervous to eat anything. well anyway i've completely screwed 1, and the other one was ok, though they accept 18 international students only. hahaha how much slimer can the chances get. and i'd noe the results abt the same time as A levels i suppose. ahh well, enough of the boring stuff.. it snowed on the day of the 2nd interview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took a train to Paris. the architecture in paris is really nice, and all the mona-lisa's and the cathedrals and Versailles. though we almost got pickpocket. which was really scary. it was a really lucky escape for us. and oh ya, the bread is really nice! hahaha which means, i've eaten alot and i think i've grown fatter =( well, i think its been muchly anticipated already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't noe what else to blog already. i guess thats how mundane my life is. haha, in a way i'm really looking forward to coming back and going out with friends and slacking around.. =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-8929574043480816188?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/8929574043480816188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=8929574043480816188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8929574043480816188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8929574043480816188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/01/woooo.html' title='woooo..'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-8902253520986909779</id><published>2007-01-21T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T03:18:11.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting.</title><content type='html'>hmmm ok i'm online now but nobody's online! hahahaha oh well, lets see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on thusday, i had a bowl of very disgusting fishball noodles which looked like elastic bands for dinner before hanging around at popeyes buried under the wave of swipes i was receiving. hahaha well anw, i heard they had a good laugh at me seeing me squeeze through the self service immigration thing. hahaha well anw thanx to those who came down to send me off and all the messages i received from everyone! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, i slept for 6 hours, watched Borat [HAHAHA, might as well grab the opportunity since its R21 =D], half of Pirates of the Carribean, half of Fast Food nation. hahaha finally after the 13 hour flight, arrived to realise that our connecting flight was cancelled coz of the storm over europe the night before! omg that was quite scary. i can't imagine how things would have been if i was travelling alone or travelling with oi alone for that matter. well anw turns out that they alr arranged and put us on the earlier flight so everything was ok. well arrived at the airport and met a VERY VERY friendly immigration officer who lived near our hotel and was telling us where to visit and all. which lasted till all the passengers on that plane had cleared immigration =S went outside to collect our baggage to realise 1 luggage was missing! [i mean how much more stuff can actually happen after having ur flight cancelled!] well checked with the counter and she said "yupp, 1 baggage didn't make it on that flight, so i guess that should be urs!" i mean like wow, not exactly quite trustworthy rite? and we were on their local carrier! so they said they'd have it delievered to our hotel around afternoon as the luggage would be sent via the noon flight. erm i guess their noon meant for the luggage to reach the hotel at 9.30pm?????? hahaha well, that basically marks the end of a very long and very weird journey. hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't do much today. Oi went out for sightseeing, i went out for lunch with my family, and was enticed by the Krispy Kreme shop at the tube station!!!!!!!! hahahaha its not as good as the one at Knightsbridge coz they actually bake it there but i'm not complaining. wanted to get like half a dozen coz we all weren't that hungry after a huge portion of lunch [i ate finish the entire meal which included like potatoes and veg!!!!! i guess its the cargo compartment for me on my return flight], but apparently, you pay like just 1 more pound and you get a dozen! [how to not grow fat!] there's the original glazed ones, maple glazed ones, cream filled, strawberry, cinnamon and apple, vanilla, chocolate with cream etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, hahaha i didn't only look at food. i was walking along Regent street and there's like sales at most places like Zara, Gap, and alot of other branded shops. so its like i walk in, i see winter clothes, den i look at the price and x3, and den i turn and walk out =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i'm at my sis house using the internet while my parents went back to the hotel. i'm damn tired but i'm trying not to fall asleep to rid myself off jet-lagged mode by monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to more research =( [this will definitely put me to sleep]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-8902253520986909779?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/8902253520986909779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=8902253520986909779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8902253520986909779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/8902253520986909779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/01/interesting.html' title='interesting.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-856202537350345168</id><published>2007-01-16T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:56:29.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>i'm tired. physically, mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just too many things to settle, to worry about, to hide, to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i know i can get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-856202537350345168?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/856202537350345168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=856202537350345168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/856202537350345168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/856202537350345168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/01/tired.html' title='tired.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-5906923734516732815</id><published>2007-01-14T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:15.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>endurance.</title><content type='html'>oh yeah, time to blog again. well i didn't realise it's that long since i last blogged. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even really remember what happened already. just that currently, i should be staying at home.coz the amount of stuff i have to do is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;underline&gt;&lt;underline&gt;things to do.&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-settle admin stuff.&lt;br /&gt;-do some reading up [no actually, alot of reading up on many issues]&lt;br /&gt;-do alot of soul searching, asking myself for answers, preparing myself for the questions that are going to be asked.&lt;br /&gt;-packing.&lt;br /&gt;-revise for btt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;underline&gt;&lt;underline&gt;what i have been doing.&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-going out and spending money.&lt;br /&gt;-bade farewell to those who were enlisting in Jan. [dinner + chalet]&lt;br /&gt;-sort of gave tuition for 4.5 hours [but its not a permanent thing, so you could say i'm in between being jobless and having a job, haha.]&lt;br /&gt;-went for some australian university fair&lt;br /&gt;-shopped at G2000 for more sets of suits to wear&lt;br /&gt;-went for my e-trial test&lt;br /&gt;-went for service.&lt;br /&gt;-went for vera's farewell.&lt;br /&gt;-spend time with mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;underline&gt;&lt;underline&gt;upcoming events.&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-test.&lt;br /&gt;-baking cookie session. [or at least its supposed to be. not sure whether what we bake can be called a cookie lol.]&lt;br /&gt;-mahjong!&lt;br /&gt;-meet up with friends.&lt;br /&gt;-pri school gathering.&lt;br /&gt;- thurs - off by 11.05pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp, thats all i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't quit. endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RapUGQHc-mI/AAAAAAAAABU/kN-1qSBGNPs/s1600-h/IMG_1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RapUGQHc-mI/AAAAAAAAABU/kN-1qSBGNPs/s320/IMG_1158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019917201040013922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/21664607-5906923734516732815?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/5906923734516732815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=5906923734516732815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5906923734516732815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/5906923734516732815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/01/endurance.html' title='endurance.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RapUGQHc-mI/AAAAAAAAABU/kN-1qSBGNPs/s72-c/IMG_1158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-7859077661562840645</id><published>2007-01-05T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:05:08.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok finally, back to blogging.</title><content type='html'>yes, finally, i feel like blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha well essentially, being jobless + broke = PATHETIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so erm since the last time i blogged, christmas and the new year has passed! hahaha ok, really late but, Merry Christmas and Happy 2007 to everyone. well 2006 was, fine enough. essentially same as 2005, just take out some fun and put in more studying. actually i should say 2006 holds one major milestone in my life. i sure do hope i'll always remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k and my sis came back from vacation and went back alr! haha. went to hk for vacation. it's been many many years since we last went on a holiday together! so yupp, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;- FOOD WAS GREAT! [no, that was an understatement] we ate like dim sum twice, and had dessert everynight [and the shop is called Honeymoon -_-], and egg tarts and lao po bing etc etc&lt;br /&gt;- sights were quite nice. the scenery from The Peak was nice both in the day and at night. we sat the Star Ferry from both sides of the harbour just for fun. erm sat the xiao ba too, and i'd say the drivers there drive fast.&lt;br /&gt;- shopping is good if you have the money [which we don't]. so didn't shop much, besides spending the entire afternoon at the esprit outlet shop.&lt;br /&gt;- flight was good. we got upgraded to business class, TWICE! =D how much luckier can we get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, den new year came. celebrated new year at the Breakout party. it was fun, besides the fact that i was seriously underdressed =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, basically after new year's day, my days have been spent watching Grey's Anatomy. [i'm hooked. i watch till 3 every morning] but i've finished season 1 and 2 in abt just more than a week, and have no idea how i'm going to lay hands on season 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went out today. which equates to spending money. well, that isn't a problem if i'm actually earning money, BUT I'M NOT! and i realised my money went into buying stuff which i think i may not use even. argh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and err, i have to start studying for my BTT, if i want to pass it =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-7859077661562840645?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/7859077661562840645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=7859077661562840645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7859077661562840645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/7859077661562840645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok-finally-back-to-blogging.html' title='ok finally, back to blogging.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-1948771277948570918</id><published>2006-12-16T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:15.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm thought provoking</title><content type='html'>seems like my interest in blogging is slowly diminishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, nssn's over! the vj band was good. err oh wells anyway, had alumni prac on wednesday. but it was Mind's before that and it was fun! hahaha and punggol nasi lemak after prac was fat but nice. haiz.. i went to attend my cousin's wedding dinner on thurs. her wedding gowns were nice! can't wait till sis gets married. HAHA, i'll take another 10yrs [according to my mom, if not never since i'm still single and collecting dust -_-] yupp so fri was nssn. i was having my afternoon nap and overslept. so threw everything in my bag and rushed off to school. we went to cartel after the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm today, went with Sidney to watch the Magic of Love. [complementary tickets =P] the song is nice. but it's high when you try to sing it. HAHA.. and it was Cartel again with auch, ter, roy, chris. and den eragon. hahaha Roy was damn upset after the movie coz he read the book and the movie was well, very different from the book. and during the show, we had a great laugh at how emo eragon was! and den it was fat ben &amp; jerry's. but i realised how nice strawberry cheesecake was. hahaha.. ok here's some photos from yesterday. too lazy to upload all of them so just ask me if you want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it felt so peaceful once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RYQeRdU0-GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Dd7YnUSYSIg/s1600-h/P1010499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RYQeRdU0-GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Dd7YnUSYSIg/s320/P1010499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009161970821429346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RYQeR9U0-HI/AAAAAAAAABE/ENId3C5NLnE/s1600-h/P1010489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RYQeR9U0-HI/AAAAAAAAABE/ENId3C5NLnE/s320/P1010489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009161979411363954" 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/21664607-1948771277948570918?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/1948771277948570918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=1948771277948570918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1948771277948570918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/1948771277948570918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hmmm-thought-provoking.html' title='hmmm thought provoking'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RYQeRdU0-GI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Dd7YnUSYSIg/s72-c/P1010499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-926900945226443310</id><published>2006-12-12T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T02:55:49.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long awaited entry.</title><content type='html'>woah, its been ages since i have updated. but well, the past week has been 1 busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was sdd on tuesday and bintan the following 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm sdd was ahh well BORING. and it couldn't get any worst having a dress that was too loose and a hair that looked like i was going for a rock concert [quoted from someone]. ahh wells, enough said. post prom party at MoS was fun though! hahaha much better than the first time we tried clubbing! hahaha left them at 3 as i had to pack my stuff for the bintan trip. reached home and had a fun time trying to get the pins out of my hair and washing glitter off. and i slept for 2 hrs before having to get up to catch a cab to tanah merah ferry terminal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yeah, so it was Bintan the next 3 days! hahaha it was quite fun. i thought i wouldn't miss the trip that much, but the very next day i was already thinking of all the things we did! haha, company plays a huge role. hahaha basically we bummed around the pool engaging in errr activities [=P], we did banana boat [i don't want to elaborate on that -hides-], body boarding [quite fun], beach volley ball and loads of pigging out on food and alcohol. pictures are limited coz we couldn't be bothered to take photos. hahaha. and our conversations were definitely spiced up with words like "shove it up your ass", trotters etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yeah, the only thing abt the trip is that most of us seem to be down with sore throat now =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. sore throat was a good excuse not to talk coz i really didn't feel like it. i don't know what to do now. well if 18 isn't old enough to make my own decisions, i don't know what you deem mature enough. enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. sore throat developed into a damn fever. so i just slept the whole day away, occasionally waking up to watch Jamie Oliver, and Come Dine with Me, and Floyd, and Nigella's  Bites. [yeah i was too lazy to change the channel from Discovery Travel and Living haha] popped a panadol and i was out for alumni prac [staying at home alone was becoming far too boring] had supper after prac and reached home after 12. well of coz, how could i have escaped the scolding? an email kinda reduced the severity though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they asked me if i would like a pair of Levi's for Christmas, but there's only one thing i'd like for Christmas, and thats something money can't buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i finally uploaded some pictures. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2098237858"&gt;random pictures.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2098237130"&gt;sdd and bintan.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-926900945226443310?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/926900945226443310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=926900945226443310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/926900945226443310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/926900945226443310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2006/12/long-awaited-entry.html' title='a long awaited entry.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-168614458222486719</id><published>2006-12-04T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:16:15.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its amazing.</title><content type='html'>hmm i was thinking wat to blog about while on my way home. but i'm really too tired to blog abt it so here's just some pictures. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its amazing. i've never felt like this before =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RXMKHFN_I5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ydf_1VZicaQ/s1600-h/P1010390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RXMKHFN_I5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ydf_1VZicaQ/s320/P1010390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004354727714956178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RXMKHVN_I6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QCWQ6qCbZ7Q/s1600-h/P1010394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RXMKHVN_I6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QCWQ6qCbZ7Q/s320/P1010394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004354732009923490" 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/21664607-168614458222486719?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/168614458222486719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=168614458222486719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/168614458222486719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/168614458222486719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-amazing.html' title='its amazing.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnKBKX9rX4c/RXMKHFN_I5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ydf_1VZicaQ/s72-c/P1010390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-3559937683570413290</id><published>2006-12-01T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T01:01:23.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've learnt many things today.</title><content type='html'>hmm i woke up today and i felt glad about something. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway didn't do much yesterday during the day. just slacked around. everyday, i have  to like wait till 1 before i can leave house and start shopping coz my mom has to run her errands and etc etc. so my day's kinda gone. oh wells, but the gathering was fun! though my eating light plan was screwed. haha and for once we didn't have to worry abt catching the last train or the last bus since we lived so near. HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN, i only left house at 2.30. so technically i was at orchard for a mere 1+ hrs? pathetic. rushed down to see my optician coz it seems like everytime i wear my contacts i can see ppl's faces very clearly but i can't see words. AT ALL. so i walked in and i told him what was wrong. He took a look at my lenses and helped me clean it and asked me to wear and asked me how i felt. and when i wore everything was clear and i could see words! and den he said "you know what? you've been wearing you right contacts on your left eye and vice versa" OMG!! so embarrassing. this is the 2nd time this has happend to me in my 4th year of contact lens wearing. i could have just dug a hole and hid in it. and den i went to the chalet, played xbox in which i sucked. dinner, bball game, pool [suck at that too, i mean after 2 years. thats sad] left at around 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee, i've learnt so many things from Liesel today just by talking to her! it's really interesting lah. like the scientific [and proven] view of mysterious sightings in haunted houses, how ben &amp;amp; jerry's ice cream came about, how this woman actually dressed as a man to show how the society treats ppl of different gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and something she said really brought me to my senses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-3559937683570413290?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/3559937683570413290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=3559937683570413290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3559937683570413290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/3559937683570413290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-learnt-many-things-today.html' title='i&apos;ve learnt many things today.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21664607.post-6830654923521541683</id><published>2006-11-29T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T11:47:34.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleah, first time.</title><content type='html'>hmmm yesterday was a fruitful day! i brought my prom dress already! finally! though its just very normal and plain but can lah enough. not like i need to stand out or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;underline&gt;things to be done&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for prom.&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;- dress&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- shoes&lt;br /&gt;- bag&lt;br /&gt;- accessories&lt;br /&gt;- book hotel room&lt;br /&gt;- book appt for hair&lt;br /&gt;- book appt for nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well apparently, the last 3 things to be done have to be done like really soon if not its major screw up. the big problem is, it seems like nobody really seems to care abt it except me and Xa. i'm just getting a tad irritated. argh.. oh wells, just can't wait to get over and done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i came home and got ready for our girls night out! haha makeup is a terrible thing. or at least, i suck at it. especially the mascara. its a big joke if you see me put it. hmm natural looks is still the best eh? [haha actually i'm just too lazy to bother abt putting make up, i wonder how some ppl can actuallydo it without fail!] yeah k, too train and so many ppl were staring. it was quite an unpleasent experience actually. i drank like 3 or 4 cups of drinks. luckily i didn't go drunk. but i did come home smelling of alcohol, and was red and feeling a little light headed. quickly took a hot shower and brushed my teeth. hmm actually i wonder whats so nice about clubbing? haha mbbe i'm just not the dancing kind. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rarr i slept at 2 and woke up at 6.30 today to send my dad off! first time in the budget terminal. haah its really budget sia! having a little headache =/ bleah.. ok its bbq tonight. chalet tmr. fri MoS? mbbe not sure whether i should go. haha.. till den, i'm off to Goong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21664607-6830654923521541683?l=numbedd-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/feeds/6830654923521541683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21664607&amp;postID=6830654923521541683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6830654923521541683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21664607/posts/default/6830654923521541683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://numbedd-.blogspot.com/2006/11/bleah-first-time.html' title='bleah, first time.'/><author><name>burly</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/223/7117/640/deep%20in%20thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
