<?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-11847699</id><updated>2012-02-11T15:57:02.565+08:00</updated><category term='school'/><title type='text'>red raw &amp; beating</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>411</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-1901084098045338899</id><published>2012-02-10T15:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T15:57:02.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindy</title><content type='html'>She passed away yesterday.&lt;div&gt;23/04/2008 - 09/02/2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She died due to kidney failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning, I greeted her cheerily at her cage as I do every morning, only to realise that she left her previous night's dinner completely untouched, and she sat in a corner of her cage bunched up with her eyes dazed, watery and distant. From my general knowledge about rabbits (all animals, in fact), when a bunny stops eating it's food completely, it is in a critical condition because it means it is in such great pain to the extent that it loses it's appetite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mindy never had a lack of appetite :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew something was definitely wrong with her, so I immediately carried her out and prepared mashed-up food mixed with water force-fed her slowly with a syringe. Upon inspecting her body, there were no visible signs or wounds, unlike previously when I could tell immediately what was causing her pain when I saw the open bloody wounds on her belly (when she suffered from pseudo-pregnancy and pulled out her own fur and bit herself). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, there weren't any wounds, but anyone instantly be appalled at the amount of weight she had lost. She was practically skin and bones when I carried her yesterday... That's when I realised that she hasn't been eating her food at all for the past few days. For the past few days, I always saw leftover food in her bowl but I thought it was because she had eaten her fill (my mom has a tendency to overfeed her sometimes, because she is always eager and greedy whenever someone approaches her cage).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I brought her to the vet at 3pm and had an appointment with Dr. Koh, the doctor that has been attending to Mindy everytime I visit Animal Doctors. Dr. Koh told me that Mindy is extremely weak now and whatever is ailing her, it is definitely not light, and she told me to prepare myself because Mindy might go anytime within the next few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I sort of mentally prepared myself during my journey to the vet, I thought I was just psycho-ing myself to be prepared for the worst so that anything else in reality won't seem so bad in comparison. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now Dr.Koh is telling me that the worst is the reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr.Koh ran a blood test on her and diagnosed her with kidney failure. There were high levels of urea and creatinine found in her blood. Dr.Koh  said that to save her, she would have to hospitalised, observed and put on an IV drip, but the cost of that would be $80 - $100 daily......which is seriously beyond me, financially. So she provided an alternative; I would have to force-feed her every 4 hours and inject 60ml of subcutaneous fluid (to keep her hydrated) twice daily. So that was what I wanted to do for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nurse demonstrated to me how to handle the large syringe and needle to inject the fluid. Mindy was extremely weak by then... She couldn't even stand on her feet. I could feel her weakness as I held her in my hands, for her neck couldn't really support her head anymore and her head tilted weakly to her side. I thought she would feel better after the subcutaneous fluid had been injected and absorbed into her bloodstream. We gently placed her back into her carrier to rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, after 30 seconds, I saw her sprawled on her side in her carrier. Her eyes were bulging and she was desperately gasping for air like a fish out of water. Horrified by the sight of her like this, I alerted the nurses immediately and they carried her in and placed her in an oxygen chamber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, the nurse came out after awhile and said she has fainted and entered a coma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asked if I wanted to euthanize her. He asked if I wanted to resuscitate her if her heart stopped beating, but even if they do manage to bring her back, there would only be a 1% chance of recovery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears began streaming down my face uncontrollably and I just really didn't know what to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't think that I would be forced to part with her this fast, this soon, all in a day when I realised that she was ill. I mean, I mentally prepared myself for a few weeks but just not on that day itself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called my mom to tell her and she started crying too, but said that if it would end her suffering, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we should let her go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I agreed to the euthanasia, and got down to filling up the euthanasia form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I was about to sign it, the nurse came out and told her that she had just passed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She died naturally, in pain and suffering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nurse carried her out and I held my lifeless bunny in my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her eyes were half open but they were completely lifeless and dazed. It was as if all shine had been sucked out of them. They reflected the same gloom and lifelessness as you would see in the glinting eyes of the dead fishes at the wet market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nurse snipped off some of her white and brown fur and put them in a little container for me, then wrapped her body up in a sterile blue cloth and handed her back to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I carried my Mindy home from the vet that afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only difference is that she was dead this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually I would stare down nosey aunties and annoying school kids who tried to peek into her carrier whenever I carried her onto the bus. Aunties usually give me the disapproving frown, probably because most of them think of animals as merely a hassle. Some school children would shriek as though Mindy were some furry bunnizilla freak show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nosey aunties and annoying school kids still exist all the same, but this time I just couldn't be bothered to turn my head to catch their eyes and stare them away. My mindy was wrapped up in a blue cloth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was the end of her life. She spent 3 years and 10 months with me, which really is, just too short. I expected bunnies to live for at least 6 to 8 years. Mindy was just gone too soon :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What more, she's had a tough life throughout the course of her life. She went through a painful period during her pseudo-pregnancy, having to wear the e-collar and endure the pain of getting her wound cleansed and treated everyday, having to down bitter painkillers and antibiotics, having to undergo the operation last year....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was praying that after the operation, she would finally be able to live the rest of her life happily and healthily. But life/fate was just too hard on her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think an innocent rabbit deserved to go through all this :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom and I cleared her cage away already, and now it's just Hippo in the rabbit room. I still really miss Mindy but I'll come to terms with it soon. Losing Mindy somehow made my family and I cherish Hippo even more now :) That fat and blur bunny boy haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always felt very strongly towards my pets, which makes losing them most painful and emotional for me. I guess I just need time to deal with this loss :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-1901084098045338899?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/1901084098045338899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=1901084098045338899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/1901084098045338899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/1901084098045338899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2012/02/mindy.html' title='Mindy'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-1628960683160687456</id><published>2012-01-12T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:19:01.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy bee</title><content type='html'>I've been busy but life's been good. And it will only get better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-1628960683160687456?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/1628960683160687456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=1628960683160687456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/1628960683160687456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/1628960683160687456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2012/01/busy-bee.html' title='busy bee'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-5597716966811078340</id><published>2011-12-26T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T12:54:27.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a private world</title><content type='html'>I was thinking recently&lt;div&gt;that what I need is a private blog. Or a diary, that works too I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so many things running through my head at times but I don't have any avenue to let it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I keep it to myself, as always. And those thoughts go unexpressed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and eventually forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-5597716966811078340?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/5597716966811078340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=5597716966811078340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/5597716966811078340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/5597716966811078340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/12/private-world.html' title='a private world'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-2629618858381367210</id><published>2011-12-22T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T22:58:16.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The holidays have been...&lt;div&gt;dance. work. (shopping.) dance. work. (shopping.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could work more to earn more cash though. I really need to curb this compulsive shopping habit of mine :/ Recently I've set up a facebook account selling away some of my pre-loved items though, and I've sold away a few items and got some cash :D .......I think all the cash is spent by now though. I sold away my clothes only to get more new clothes. SIGHHHHHHHH :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The holidays have been good and I've been having fun and keeping myself busy but somehow I don't feel the motivation to blog anymore. Pure lazy I guess... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I'll just keep this space for abstract random whimsical posts whenever I feel like it. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-2629618858381367210?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/2629618858381367210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=2629618858381367210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2629618858381367210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2629618858381367210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/12/holidays-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-8204178448664884667</id><published>2011-12-07T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T12:46:25.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick :(</title><content type='html'>For the past 4 days, I've been having a pretty high fever and a terrible sore throat. &lt;div&gt;I woke up last Saturday with the fever, and the sore throat was so bad I completely lost my voice and couldn't talk for 3 days :( I thought I could rely on self-medication, water and loads of rest but I was wrong.&lt;div&gt;After eating panadol over the weekends, I realised I wasn't going to get any better. And I hate the feeling of being sick. I hate lying in bed all day doing nothing and losing the hours to sleep; makes me feel like useless person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Monday I finally decided to drag myself to the polyclinic and see a doc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm much better now :) Fever has gone down, my voice has returned (but I now have a very bad cough that makes my chest hurt each time I cough) and the headache still comes and goes occasionally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I gotta say I love my Mom! She's the cutest mom ever hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning she asked me what I wanted to eat for breakfast. As I had no voice, I made the shape of alphabets with my body to spell out what I wanted to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: (shape of an O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: O....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: (shape of an A)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: A....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: (shape of a T)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: T.... What's that? Bread ah? or egg? Do it again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Why is my mom like that HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway in the end she finally got it and made me a bowl of oats with an egg in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And something pretty interesting and fascinating happened while I was eating my oats halfway; I looked down at my egg and realised that it was smiling at me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like really really. LOOK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bm0DHhzMRoY/Tt7pFSclxfI/AAAAAAAADss/8AGAlKmZNag/s1600/PC063779.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bm0DHhzMRoY/Tt7pFSclxfI/AAAAAAAADss/8AGAlKmZNag/s400/PC063779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683236056848516594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Zm4gRrjUL0/Tt7pFD7qRcI/AAAAAAAADsk/KSuFNihTbpM/s1600/PC063782.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Zm4gRrjUL0/Tt7pFD7qRcI/AAAAAAAADsk/KSuFNihTbpM/s400/PC063782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683236052952303042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And  swear I didn't do anything to form the smiley face, neither did my mom. I took my whole bowl of oats and went around showing it to my mom and dad, and they were equally surprised and fascinated haha. My mom took lots of pictures of it with her handphone, and said that it's a good sign that it will be a good day and that I will recover soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The egg really made my day :D heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-8204178448664884667?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/8204178448664884667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=8204178448664884667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/8204178448664884667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/8204178448664884667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/12/sick.html' title='Sick :('/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bm0DHhzMRoY/Tt7pFSclxfI/AAAAAAAADss/8AGAlKmZNag/s72-c/PC063779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-7784748425623468343</id><published>2011-12-02T00:07:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:09:08.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hello world! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am officially a free person again (for about one month or so, before the next academic semester starts....) because, my exams are over! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay there's actually nothing much to be happy about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I had my TWC paper yesterday (Wednesday) and it kinda' sucked. Questions-wise it was okay. And since we could bring in any material and even use our laptops to research during the paper, it wasn't hard to churn out content I guess. The tough part is, we had to write 3 essays in like, only 2 frickin' hours. (!!!!!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Like seriously...... too damn rushed. My short stumpy fingers cannot type fast for nuts. Yeah we were allowed to type out our answer. (Some who noticed will know that I type with only....1,2,3,4 fingers. Yup. Didn't practice thequickbrownfoxjumpedoverthelazydog enough when I was young)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It was 10.27am when I embarked on my last essay question. The paper is supposed to end at 10.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(!!!!!!!!) 3 minutes to write an essay HAHA. Win. srsly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay the word limit for that question was 300, but still, 100 words per minute is not exactly an easy feat. Or rather,100 words to make up a succinct, sensible, congruent and impactful paragraph in 1 minute isn't exactly easy. (And I'm not like those super smart and pro Indian scholars......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Screwed up everything this sem I guess. Stats, bizlaw, twc, all. so. screwed. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I hate the feeling of walking out of the exam hall with my head hung low and feeling like the crappiest thing on Earth, like I could've done better, like I could've been more careful. And if only I did. Sighhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After the TWC paper, Joanna and I went shopping at F21! :D It was 30 November, which means the last day to use our 20% discount vouchers LOL. We walked around the entire store at Orchard Xchange for near 3 hours, but I didn't find any apparel that I was particularly in love with. In the last 10 minutes, we walked into the shoe section and instantly I fell in love with a pair of shoes :D ......I should've just went straight to the shoe section then, could've saved all that time hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, here are some updates from last week! (pictures are already uploaded on fb but I'll just upload some here again for this poor plain blog's sake heh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As mentioned, last Saturday we held a surprise birthday celebration for Xavier! Peggy, the super sweet girlfriend who wins The Girlfriend of the Year award, painstakingly and lovingly planned out the surprise for him. She set up a secret event page like, I think more than a month before his birthday? And even secretly liaised and coordinated with all his close friends and clique(s) members (some of which she has never met or spoken to before, but hit up with them by stalking his old photos haha). She even collaborated with his mum to trick him into thinking there was no birthday surprise for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So the initial plan was to have a nice picnic/kite-flying session/games at Marina Barrage but unfortunately, we weren't blessed with good weather that day :/ It was raining heavily from morning till afternoon so we had to shift the venue to Esplanade underground instead........which is not exactly a good venue substitute because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1) it's so freaking hot and stuffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2) there were so many boys practising their dangerous bike stunts, and they might suddenly crash into us if the bike goes out of control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3) although those boys were topless (nice bod), they were very smelly and sweaty. (plus it's not like there was good ventilation.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4) It's kinda weird to have a picnic at Esplanade underground right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So anyway,  we reached the place at 4.30pm and many of Xavier's other friends were there already, all the different cliques huddled together in little groups. I went with Junhui and Cherie and that was our own supposed little group (haha). Peggy arrived with the blindfolded birthday boy and we surrounded him and sang him a birthday song as he removed his blindfolds (i think? Can't really remember what happened) but yeah anyway, Xavier was really happy and surprised to see so many of his friends from different cliques and stuff gathered together for his birthday :) Someone baked/bought a choclate banana cake and we all had some of it, yumyumzz. And then there was the photo-taking/cam-whoring/poloroid-spamming session....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IRWGcGDdtMU/TtetOyrkRUI/AAAAAAAADsY/jkdu1wRpkl4/s1600/PB263613.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IRWGcGDdtMU/TtetOyrkRUI/AAAAAAAADsY/jkdu1wRpkl4/s400/PB263613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681199924585448770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YR5cqOwIyW0/TtetOx0dwDI/AAAAAAAADsI/ZDSrDScpVhU/s1600/PB263639.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YR5cqOwIyW0/TtetOx0dwDI/AAAAAAAADsI/ZDSrDScpVhU/s400/PB263639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681199924354334770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kh1aYEgp4sI/TtetOnXlB9I/AAAAAAAADsA/tL0smEUT_Us/s1600/PB263640.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kh1aYEgp4sI/TtetOnXlB9I/AAAAAAAADsA/tL0smEUT_Us/s400/PB263640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681199921548822482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little group, with Peggy, Xavier and one of his friends who didn't really have a "group" so he joined us, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Rr6PURo7-o/TteshVSZs3I/AAAAAAAADr0/xccvwGV-kUU/s1600/PB263649.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Rr6PURo7-o/TteshVSZs3I/AAAAAAAADr0/xccvwGV-kUU/s400/PB263649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681199143601156978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all headed to Pizza Hut after that for dinner because obviously we can't have a picnic at esplanade underground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Junhui, the world's largest giant pig, was going on and on about how we should order 20 or more sweet and spicy drumlets (for our table of 4 people) because he can easily eat 10 drumlets on his own -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PIG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Xavier read his birthday wishes booklet, which was professionally compiled and printed in a sweet little glossy booklet by one of his friends. He was so touched, he teared! Awww :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EYCmo10nOq0/TteshcU-9JI/AAAAAAAADro/MYiG26f8a8o/s1600/PB263655.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EYCmo10nOq0/TteshcU-9JI/AAAAAAAADro/MYiG26f8a8o/s400/PB263655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681199145491035282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peggy and Cherie were like, "Omg don't cry!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f3xwScit780/TtesgVmt8BI/AAAAAAAADrc/VMCPtbxjjcI/s1600/PB263656.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f3xwScit780/TtesgVmt8BI/AAAAAAAADrc/VMCPtbxjjcI/s400/PB263656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681199126506500114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of his cliques left after dinner and the rest of us walked around Marina Square for a short while before we started buying mixers and ice for the (mass) drinking session, heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;His other cliques joined us and we drank at an open rooftop at Marina Square. The plan was to drink and get all high and merry before heading to club at Avatar. Peggy's wish for the night was to get Xavier drunk and make him puke LOL. Because she said he's never gotten drunk before. But getting drunk makes you feel all crappy and makes you just wanna die right.....what kind of wish for a birthday boy is that lolololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDQVHXo54aw/TtesgEEwIuI/AAAAAAAADrM/kHz5-OjH-vw/s1600/PB273662.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TDQVHXo54aw/TtesgEEwIuI/AAAAAAAADrM/kHz5-OjH-vw/s400/PB273662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681199121800635106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Clement. Xavier's army friend, and also my used-to-be neighbour and tuition buddy that I haven't met in 3 years. The world is really small! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5CQNQ3O91C0/TtesgFEAG3I/AAAAAAAADrE/fBfm7acyHW8/s1600/PB273664.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5CQNQ3O91C0/TtesgFEAG3I/AAAAAAAADrE/fBfm7acyHW8/s400/PB273664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681199122065922930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pardon Clement, the act cute boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ofTZvoMIb0/TterkLjRxfI/AAAAAAAADq4/_c765OmXUhs/s1600/PB273672.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ofTZvoMIb0/TterkLjRxfI/AAAAAAAADq4/_c765OmXUhs/s400/PB273672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681198093015565810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-geE7tPV-wvk/Tterjh1EfJI/AAAAAAAADqs/y7IAVyBlmk0/s1600/PB273675.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-geE7tPV-wvk/Tterjh1EfJI/AAAAAAAADqs/y7IAVyBlmk0/s400/PB273675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681198081815903378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cpgve_OojVc/TterjYcfnhI/AAAAAAAADqg/v6CEe70KlSw/s1600/PB273678.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cpgve_OojVc/TterjYcfnhI/AAAAAAAADqg/v6CEe70KlSw/s400/PB273678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681198079296904722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cherie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wdeEsVBX7Kw/TterikPqsmI/AAAAAAAADqY/rzXpltP9oY8/s1600/PB273676.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wdeEsVBX7Kw/TterikPqsmI/AAAAAAAADqY/rzXpltP9oY8/s400/PB273676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681198065284461154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xavier got drunk before midnight HAHAHAHA. He was walking around like a drunk lord and kicking bottles down. Then he began flopping around all over the place and puking on the grass D: Poor boy. And poor Peggy who had to take care of him haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Junhui went to get him milk and even offered to let Xavier (cock)slap him in a desperate attempt to make him sober up, but nope, he remained drunk and passed out haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kTUlnDHRpzY/TteriiGdnQI/AAAAAAAADqI/rCi_M-c8f58/s1600/PB273686.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kTUlnDHRpzY/TteriiGdnQI/AAAAAAAADqI/rCi_M-c8f58/s400/PB273686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681198064708984066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Icidx758vqU/TteqP-iwnPI/AAAAAAAADp4/sF6kbI7CEJE/s1600/PB273683.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Icidx758vqU/TteqP-iwnPI/AAAAAAAADp4/sF6kbI7CEJE/s400/PB273683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681196646414720242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the end, Peggy had to send him home and they didn't club at all. Neither did Junhui and I; I was too tired, so I cabbed home. Junhui sent one of the drunk guys home because they live near each other. And the rest of Xavier's friends went off to Avatar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And that was the end of the night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The next day, Sunday, I went to watch Oschool recital with some emix peepzz (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There were only 5 of us on Sunday. Jinyi, Sherlyn, Charmaine, Bojia and I! Because the rest went to watch the Saturday show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35Bnpkzxx2M/TteqPSXVtQI/AAAAAAAADps/Yuhwau_Pj8E/s1600/PB273708.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35Bnpkzxx2M/TteqPSXVtQI/AAAAAAAADps/Yuhwau_Pj8E/s400/PB273708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681196634555659522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....and Jinyi, the lonely senior who had to sit far away from us because he bought his ticket in the second batch and the seating was different :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aOAJYzVgecY/TteqPIvzXnI/AAAAAAAADpg/OOGYAFTrHyI/s1600/PB273709.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aOAJYzVgecY/TteqPIvzXnI/AAAAAAAADpg/OOGYAFTrHyI/s400/PB273709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681196631973912178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8SEwGkYwMc/TteqOu_m7pI/AAAAAAAADpU/c6UXu6dYSt0/s1600/PB273713.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D8SEwGkYwMc/TteqOu_m7pI/AAAAAAAADpU/c6UXu6dYSt0/s400/PB273713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681196625060884114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nPl8w74Iysw/TteqOWO_KMI/AAAAAAAADpI/hNMry7GAOAk/s1600/PB273718.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nPl8w74Iysw/TteqOWO_KMI/AAAAAAAADpI/hNMry7GAOAk/s400/PB273718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681196618414500034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bojia and the (melted) Hersheys' she bought for Qianrui! Qianrui was in the Waacking item. damnhotplsomgggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0-QVY0v93c/TteokE0GCYI/AAAAAAAADo8/IMu3s4cM2EE/s1600/PB273720.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0-QVY0v93c/TteokE0GCYI/AAAAAAAADo8/IMu3s4cM2EE/s400/PB273720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681194792672168322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aileen (our current president of Emix) who performed in Zaihar's Hiphop item. The item was awesome btw! ^^ Took a video of it and it's up on fb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FxeJhGSXjI/Tteoi8IMV_I/AAAAAAAADo0/a2wftl9B3Rw/s1600/PB273728.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FxeJhGSXjI/Tteoi8IMV_I/AAAAAAAADo0/a2wftl9B3Rw/s400/PB273728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681194773160679410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camwhore somemore......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4YS1gNqJ94/Tteoi-sHMKI/AAAAAAAADog/xyFL63Rc9aM/s1600/PB273742.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4YS1gNqJ94/Tteoi-sHMKI/AAAAAAAADog/xyFL63Rc9aM/s400/PB273742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681194773848207522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dOqTXKmJteM/TteoiZjFz3I/AAAAAAAADoY/RjpjYzJlcnA/s1600/PB273745.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dOqTXKmJteM/TteoiZjFz3I/AAAAAAAADoY/RjpjYzJlcnA/s400/PB273745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681194763878256498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicholas and I. Nicholas performed in the locking item. GOODJOB :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(someone tell me why does my face look so white and ghastly in all the pictures....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uYDP838KXGc/TteoiMuzTvI/AAAAAAAADoM/hv0eL-2nAG8/s1600/PB273750.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uYDP838KXGc/TteoiMuzTvI/AAAAAAAADoM/hv0eL-2nAG8/s400/PB273750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681194760437714674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gn_OqehqkkQ/TtenvLNGsMI/AAAAAAAADn8/ItwTAMvwtl4/s1600/PB273754.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gn_OqehqkkQ/TtenvLNGsMI/AAAAAAAADn8/ItwTAMvwtl4/s400/PB273754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681193883854614722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup. Oschool recital was really awesome! I took videos of almost every item I think. My camera's memory space was fully taken up by the end of the concert haha. I went home and watched the items over and over again. Love the popping/waacking/locking/freestyle/STREETJAZZ/reggae and all the hiphop! Okay that's like everything haha. Ocrew's performance for the finale was soooooooooooooooo awesome but too bad my camera ran out of space when I was videoing it halfway :///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So inspired to dance again :D Now that exams are over = training for emix production resumes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY :D Can't wait to dance/learn and improve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I shall leave you with some pictures of the loots I snagged recently!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Say hi to my new shoessssss! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8umR8KzxphY/Ttenu1yVcLI/AAAAAAAADns/zXEMt6hhKDc/s1600/PC013760.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8umR8KzxphY/Ttenu1yVcLI/AAAAAAAADns/zXEMt6hhKDc/s400/PC013760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681193878105190578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's the one I got from F21!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Brown leather and blue tribal fabric inserts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jo and Bojia saw it and said,"It's so you, Steph." Heheheheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NVdpq4FXxTo/Ttenu9914EI/AAAAAAAADnk/eW8lPx8RGn4/s1600/PC013765.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NVdpq4FXxTo/Ttenu9914EI/AAAAAAAADnk/eW8lPx8RGn4/s400/PC013765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681193880300937282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotta love the 20% discount voucher heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm also really happy to have received the denim shirt that I ordered online in a fat brown parcel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xo31WY_8rB4/TtenuSncMCI/AAAAAAAADnc/sgMTqasL3aI/s1600/PC013771.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xo31WY_8rB4/TtenuSncMCI/AAAAAAAADnc/sgMTqasL3aI/s400/PC013771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681193868664254498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qUdHjm9w9kY/TtenuBTk0xI/AAAAAAAADnM/0HzWrwU7MiA/s1600/PC013772.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qUdHjm9w9kY/TtenuBTk0xI/AAAAAAAADnM/0HzWrwU7MiA/s400/PC013772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681193864017531666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lovelovelovelove the distressed frayed trimmings at the bottom~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm still considering if I should line one of the pockets with studzz. Hmmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-7784748425623468343?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/7784748425623468343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=7784748425623468343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7784748425623468343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7784748425623468343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/12/exams-are-over.html' title='Exams are over!'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IRWGcGDdtMU/TtetOyrkRUI/AAAAAAAADsY/jkdu1wRpkl4/s72-c/PB263613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-7981649646690401558</id><published>2011-11-26T13:45:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T16:04:20.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singha full moon at Attica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I had my bizlaw paper yesterday, and it really sucked big time for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Poor time management. I sat there and stoned trying to decipher the question and organize my answer. Tickticktick time went by and soon I found myself scribbling down whatever came to mind in a mad fluster, but still not fast enough. It's always typical of me to register essays only at the very last moment, when time is dangerously running out real fast. Then suddenly I'll be enlightened and start writing, but it's all too late by then :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As usual, I unwillingly surrendered my booklet of incomplete essays to the solemn arresting hands of the invigilator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And that was it, the end of my Business Law module. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yet somehow I don't feel jubilant about not having to touch bizlaw anymore. Rather, I wish I had the chance to study harder for it and do it all over again if I could. Ughhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay at least for now there's nothing I can do about it so I just won't think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(sudden change of mood)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Friday night out with the girls at Attica! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;hehehehe need to destress okay, and I realised that I haven't clubbed in forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Singha was having their full moon party at Attica and Xinyi had guestlist slots so we went :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Free flow was from 10-11pm (geez what a bad timing) so we jew-ed off the free beer. Seriously, beer is damn sick because it makes me feel so fat and bloated and it makes me wanna keep burping like a bull frog. And I think beer should only be drank when there's chicken wings/pizza to complement it. I don't know how those old ah peks can sit at coffee shops drinking beer from day to night and night to day.......little wonder why their bellies are huge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh oh kim and I met a damn creepy ah pek in the club!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We were dancing together happily and noticed this old man (I swear he's at least above 65) dancing not far away from us. He was dancing in an a-go-go (his "nian dai") style and had a really humsup (perverted) look on his face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;we realised he was gravitating towards us!!! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Like wtf seriously no kidding. He started following us around! I was so freaked out I literally screamed and ran away HAHA. Kim was damn scared too. Xinyi's friends were laughing at us and said that we've got our #1 fan -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Peekchazzzzz :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEc3c6BnLk8/TtB_m19s_HI/AAAAAAAADm8/58aPImEK6Q4/s1600/PB263612.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEc3c6BnLk8/TtB_m19s_HI/AAAAAAAADm8/58aPImEK6Q4/s400/PB263612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679179435411831922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Peggy's eyes seriously. Just look at her huge pretty eyes and compare them to the two slits on my face......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M66gPyq5er8/TtB_l_LR1FI/AAAAAAAADmw/Oh3QzG3elz0/s1600/PB263611.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M66gPyq5er8/TtB_l_LR1FI/AAAAAAAADmw/Oh3QzG3elz0/s400/PB263611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679179420704822354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim looking as red as a pikachu/an-pan man as usual hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFrK7noOuE8/TtB_k1K-fHI/AAAAAAAADmg/Cay6JzvUTOE/s1600/PB263610.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFrK7noOuE8/TtB_k1K-fHI/AAAAAAAADmg/Cay6JzvUTOE/s400/PB263610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679179400839330930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TlCLha-_oM/TtB_kpHML9I/AAAAAAAADmU/9OHJla8hTak/s1600/PB263608.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TlCLha-_oM/TtB_kpHML9I/AAAAAAAADmU/9OHJla8hTak/s400/PB263608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679179397602226130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pretty jeeeeeaaaaaannnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HxnI8R1r13o/TtB_kcgwwUI/AAAAAAAADmM/jVsGXuBSm98/s1600/PB263604.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HxnI8R1r13o/TtB_kcgwwUI/AAAAAAAADmM/jVsGXuBSm98/s400/PB263604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679179394219819330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0T8GA5y7eQ/TtB--vJuLKI/AAAAAAAADl4/O9Rz7h5uN7U/s1600/PB263606.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0T8GA5y7eQ/TtB--vJuLKI/AAAAAAAADl4/O9Rz7h5uN7U/s400/PB263606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679178746388425890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBCJZCUJ7EQ/TtB--Thzz3I/AAAAAAAADls/phyFRMa5eP0/s1600/PB263605.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBCJZCUJ7EQ/TtB--Thzz3I/AAAAAAAADls/phyFRMa5eP0/s400/PB263605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679178738973265778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4cnoclSXXFc/TtB-9J5mY8I/AAAAAAAADlk/f4RZ9rRuOQ8/s1600/PB263602.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4cnoclSXXFc/TtB-9J5mY8I/AAAAAAAADlk/f4RZ9rRuOQ8/s400/PB263602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679178719208825794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was damn shocked when I saw this limousine, I was excitedly jumping and pointing at it haha. Sorry luh people suaku... Peggy and Jean has seen it before so they weren't surprised. But hey how often do you get to see a limo in Singapore!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hjUW6NaWDq8/TtB-8xOgEMI/AAAAAAAADlQ/u-WcIuBjRnw/s1600/PB263594.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hjUW6NaWDq8/TtB-8xOgEMI/AAAAAAAADlQ/u-WcIuBjRnw/s400/PB263594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679178712585605314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFWmeVVdKYw/TtB-8oDfgnI/AAAAAAAADlI/CMEsm5abFfY/s1600/PB263592.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFWmeVVdKYw/TtB-8oDfgnI/AAAAAAAADlI/CMEsm5abFfY/s400/PB263592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679178710123512434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My face looks white and ghastly here. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rE31BDC3V0w/TtB99oq4-EI/AAAAAAAADk0/w4k6m4xYbN4/s1600/PB263579.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rE31BDC3V0w/TtB99oq4-EI/AAAAAAAADk0/w4k6m4xYbN4/s400/PB263579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679177627957000258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ivan, Xinyi's (shameless) boyfriend hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9jGIFWj7mY/TtB99CvGycI/AAAAAAAADkk/lWgOnhr6uNA/s1600/PB263581.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9jGIFWj7mY/TtB99CvGycI/AAAAAAAADkk/lWgOnhr6uNA/s400/PB263581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679177617774135746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3THga4CFNLU/TtB99EvZ7YI/AAAAAAAADkc/dtATiTfZoBI/s1600/PB263566.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3THga4CFNLU/TtB99EvZ7YI/AAAAAAAADkc/dtATiTfZoBI/s400/PB263566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679177618312260994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I suddenly remembered that Kim and I did a pretty crazy thing last night lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We were in the female toilet and we needed to pee like superrrfuckingg badly, but the queue at the female toilet was really long :/ Like there were about 10 people infront of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And you know girls, when they are drunk, they won't be done with the toilet so soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They will pee/puke/wail/sit on top of the toilet bowl and cry over their lost boyfriend and refuse to come out until their friends have to come and drag them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I casually said to Kim, "eh let's go use the male toilet!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And Kim was just like, "yeah okay let's go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So off we went HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At first we barged into the male toilet but the cubicles were taken up so we rushed out of the toilet again. But there was no queue at all in the male toilet, damn tempting to go back eh HAHA. So we thought that once someone comes out of the cubicle we'll just rush in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So we did, for the second time LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We just barged in and the guys were like "Wrong toilet! Next door! Next door!" but we just pushed past them and locked ourselves up in the cubicle HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.........I don't know how we made ourselves do that, seriously! And I only remembered about it after we were done clubbing and were outside the club waiting to go home. Kim and I exploded in laughter when we recalled it LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hope you don't judge me/see me in a different light. I guess alcohol gives people a surge of unrivaled audacity at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm pretty tired of clubbing already actually. Last night I was so stoned and tired, I literally stood on the dance floor and.....slept. The music was blasting so loud the the sound wave vibrations were really hurting my eardrums. I plugged my fingers in my ears and stood there sleeping (I must've looked like an idiot, I know). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But tonight we're going again I guess, Avatar this time. For Xavier's birthday! :) Peggy has planned up a huge surprise for him; really sweet gf! Even sweeter than me HAHAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, recently I've been possessed with a fierce interest in pretty denim shorts. I bought 2 pairs of highwaisted shorts recently and studded them myself, super fun heheheh :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pictures of my masterpieces for you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I got the first pair from Jaslyn. It's handmade from a pair of Wranglers and was imported from the USA so it was pretty pricey :/ But it was so pretty and unique I just had to get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7rt5hZX2ok/TtB98JCDJlI/AAAAAAAADkU/WHLKAEnLRBk/s1600/PB253563.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-JKEn-jZ4o/TtB97y1c7VI/AAAAAAAADkE/_Z2352TNNuo/s400/305412_289732867721759_100000551440516_1150769_967741704_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679177596325915986" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The above picture is the original! Blue and purple is one of my favourite colour combinations (I like blue and red too) so this pair is perfect for me ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The picture below is after I studded it. pretty? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1O12U1k7Rh4/TtB9IFrUH9I/AAAAAAAADj0/4poGOCXF_Nw/s1600/PB133514.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1O12U1k7Rh4/TtB9IFrUH9I/AAAAAAAADj0/4poGOCXF_Nw/s400/PB133514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679176708030472146" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-voVFdRzJTW4/TtB9HbJ_RXI/AAAAAAAADjs/NCvD59mp8fw/s1600/PB133516.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-voVFdRzJTW4/TtB9HbJ_RXI/AAAAAAAADjs/NCvD59mp8fw/s400/PB133516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679176696616404338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tHOmJP6C5wc/TtB9HKX0rtI/AAAAAAAADjc/iMJhUbzi6rk/s1600/PB243534.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tHOmJP6C5wc/TtB9HKX0rtI/AAAAAAAADjc/iMJhUbzi6rk/s400/PB243534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679176692111027922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bought this pair a few days ago only, I live the bleached splatters! ^^ And the frayed details at the bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And the cutting is perfecttttt :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's what it looks like after studding the left pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SvZEzgI1BKQ/TtB9Gc4vn8I/AAAAAAAADjU/r2TAOon85GM/s1600/PB243548.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SvZEzgI1BKQ/TtB9Gc4vn8I/AAAAAAAADjU/r2TAOon85GM/s400/PB243548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679176679901077442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SvZEzgI1BKQ/TtB9Gc4vn8I/AAAAAAAADjU/r2TAOon85GM/s1600/PB243548.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HknlMonn0R4/TtB9GO39IOI/AAAAAAAADjE/X3xd9f_B_TI/s1600/PB243549.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HknlMonn0R4/TtB9GO39IOI/AAAAAAAADjE/X3xd9f_B_TI/s400/PB243549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679176676139671778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HknlMonn0R4/TtB9GO39IOI/AAAAAAAADjE/X3xd9f_B_TI/s1600/PB243549.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7rt5hZX2ok/TtB98JCDJlI/AAAAAAAADkU/WHLKAEnLRBk/s400/PB253563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679177602284332626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pretty zilian I know, but it's my blog so whatever! C:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;K gotta rush out now for Xavier's surprise!&lt;/div&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/11847699-7981649646690401558?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/7981649646690401558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=7981649646690401558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7981649646690401558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7981649646690401558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/11/singha-full-moon-at-attica.html' title='Singha full moon at Attica'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEc3c6BnLk8/TtB_m19s_HI/AAAAAAAADm8/58aPImEK6Q4/s72-c/PB263612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-983642896804230058</id><published>2011-11-24T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T13:48:03.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam week</title><content type='html'>This week hasn't been looking good :/&lt;div&gt;for me, for everyone in smu in fact. Exam week ughhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm here in a gsr with Weiyan now mugging for tomorrow's bizlaw paper. Bizlaw is so immensely thick and hard to digest really. I find it hard to sit at one spot and mug the textbook for consecutive hours, it never fails to send me nodding off, heh. (really effective remedy if you've got insomnia!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my statistics paper on Monday and I thought it was quite okay......initially. I spent the whole of my study break week practising stats, with getting at least a B for stats as my driving force and motivation. The MCQ part was really tricky so I made (intelligent) guesses for some that I couldn't figure out logically. I thought I did fine.......until I walked out of the examination hall and was taking a pee in the toilet. I don't know why but when I was peeing, I had a sudden strange epiphany of the questions in the paper and figured them out in a moment. Then I realised how careless I was omg :((((( So eff-ing careless I wanted to kill myself after the paper :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after the bizlaw paper will come the weekends which = fun :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singha party at Attica on friday with the girls, Xavier's birthday celebration (picnic at marina barrage and a night of fun) on saturday, and Oschool recital with emix peepzz on sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't waitttttt ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and THEN there's my twc paper next week, killjoy much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-983642896804230058?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/983642896804230058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=983642896804230058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/983642896804230058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/983642896804230058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/11/exam-week.html' title='Exam week'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-6395493226868708079</id><published>2011-11-11T13:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T14:42:18.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before it's too late to make amends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This morning, like any other morning, I checked my face in the mirror after climbing out of bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scars, blemishes, imperfections, the usual marks that have been taking residence on my face for a few months now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered a scar-lightening moisturiser that I purchased around the end of last year and I loved using.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a white cream which has a light refreshing scent of lemons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I haven't been using it for awhile now because my Mom snuck it out of my cabinet a few months ago and forgot to put it back after using it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to try my luck looking for the tube around the house, and found it in the toilet of the master bedroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I checked the expiry date, it was still good. I smoothed a small amount of the lotion over the back of my left hand, and instantly, it's scent found it's way to my nostrils.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then something surreal occurred, something that I wasn't expecting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sudden gush of memories hit me. Images surfaced in my head one after another, wave after wave, like a powerful current that I couldn't shut the floodgates to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember days in your bedroom (in your old house) when we would just spend time together studying, watching movies by the fractions for a break in between studying, having heartfelt talks, play-fighting each other with pillows and bolsters...... and I would occasionally steal away to the toilet to apply my moisturiser (because I'm vain and self-conscious like that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Times like those are long-gone since you moved house, and I really miss those times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I remembered the shit I went through towards the end of J2. The anxiety and low self-esteem that arose from having bad complexion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pain of broken friendships. The disappointment and loneliness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thinking back now, I got through it all because I had you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, who cleared away dark heavy clouds with a slow draw of your forefinger across the sky, and ushered in sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, the only idiot who would tell me that I'm beautiful even though all I saw from my own reflection was a sad, haggard-looking girl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, who have always been my source of comfort and support during times when I fought against the world and life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, who beholds me with so much love in your eyes each time you look over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Funny how it took a scent to awaken the morality in me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for losing you along the way amidst the hustle and bustle of school life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have never doubted that your arms are more than anything I could wish for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that the world couldn't get any worse compared to a world without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My home, my fortress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-6395493226868708079?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/6395493226868708079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=6395493226868708079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6395493226868708079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6395493226868708079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/11/before-its-too-late-to-make-amends.html' title='Before it&apos;s too late to make amends'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-6576892740091063147</id><published>2011-11-04T20:06:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T09:14:29.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy day :D (+ some ranting)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today is a happy day! :D I haven't had a day where I was able to complete everything that I planned to complete for the day on time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Most of my school presentations and major assignment have been over and done with already.&lt;/span&gt;LTB module has officially come to an end last Wednesday after the final presentation on our CSP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Speaking of LTB, I'm still feeling very indignant and upset over the peer evaluation thing and my class participation marks. The prof and the TAs told us NOT to conspire for peer evaluation and to be impartial in grading our team members, so impartial my team was. And by impartial, I mean we gave each other reasonable and realistic marks. Our mark range was more fair and tight compared to other groups, who conspired and gave each other high marks for everything. So when placed next to the rest of our classmates, my group's peer evaluation marks were lower, like about average 55/80? While other groups had an average of 68/80. It's obvious that there's some discrepancies in the marks right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When we consulted the TAs and the Prof, they turned around and criticised my group for having "Poor Team Dynamics", saying that we "SHOULD" have discussed (the more apt word is "conspired") before grading each other if we wanted to have high marks. Like what the fuck seriously, you guys were the one who told us not to conspire, and now when a problem has arisen and you can't think of a solution, you turn around and criticise us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I'm indignant about my class part marks also. It can't be that from Week 4 to Week 12, my class part marks only rose by a mere 0.5 ?!?! After week 4, I have been making a conscious effort to speak up more, and I speak AT LEAST once or twice every lesson from Week 4 onwards. My other team members can vouch for me on that, since we've been encouraging each other to class part every lesson. Kenneth and I always try to speak up 3 times in a lesson, and so we do count each time we speak. But when I approached the TA, he said he has "tried his best" to help me pull up my marks and I'm just simply "too quiet compared to the rest of the class". Like seriously. I know you can't give everybody high marks because perhaps you have to fulfil the stupid "bell-curve" and everyone is "relative to one another" and so you have find unfortunate people to be on the lower-end of the bell-curve and delegate low marks to them. But I don't think MY grades should suffer as a result of the pre-judgement you have formed of me of being quiet from Week 1 to Week 4. I put in great effort and everyone can see that, and giving me just a 0.5 increase in my marks is not giving me due credit for what I have contributed. I'm not asking for high marks, I'm just asking for a grade that is TRULY REFLECTIVE of what I deserve. And guess what he said in reply? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Oh, I don't look at the quantity of how many times you speak,I look at the quality." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So now, in order to "justify" the grade you gave, you have to turn around to implicitly insult me and say that I'm stupid? When he said that, I just looked at him with disbelief and disappointment, and felt like crying, really. You are supposed to be our "mentor" to nurture us, it's bad enough that you've judged me and refuse to help (I know you are reluctant to do shit about this since the module has come to an end and it's like a closed chapter in your book. Like stamped "Complete, Over.") but you don't have to turn around and resort to insulting me in other to justify your action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;People who know me would know that I never say things for the sake of saying it, because I'm pretty self-conscious and I dread for people to think that I'm stupid. So I will never say anything senseless and stupid in class just to attract attention or to fulfil class participation; I will never give brainless input because I myself hate people who do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But p&lt;/span&gt;erspectives are subjective, and since that's what you think of me, there is nothing that I can do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just sorry for myself to be on the receiving end of your ill-judgement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And this incident made me realise how university isn't a place where you get what you deserve, unlike in secondary school and junior college days, where teachers were impartial. Ironically, as we get older and draw a step closer to the corporate world, even though it's supposed to be a more serious and mature world out there, the morals of people are deteriorating and slowly being charred to bitter ashes. We expect ourselves to ripen in terms of maturity and be enlightened on the perspectives of right and wrong, but somehow along the way people twist and bend to the call of selfishness and corruption. People can do anything these days to get what they want, like bribery, or sleeping with people to get a step closer to their aim, while true effort and diligence gets sidelined, overlooked, or simply ignored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The world is unfair, I know. We are in desperate need of alarm bells to awaken the morality in us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay, I know this was supposed to be a happy post but I got got overwhelmed with angst again thinking about LTB :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just needed to rant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;K anyway, as I was saying, yesterday was a good day because I had no school so I stayed at home studying stats and bathing my bunnies with my mom :) The best thing of the day was that I received my shorts!!! :) Super happy because it's so pretty and it fits me well yay. It cheered me up a lot. And I also studded my shorts with the studs I ordered so now it's prettier, yay :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I realised this supposedly happy post consists more of unhappy ranting LOL. Gonna get back to studying now anyway so bb&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/11847699-6576892740091063147?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/6576892740091063147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=6576892740091063147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6576892740091063147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6576892740091063147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-day-d.html' title='happy day :D (+ some ranting)'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-2554169795022508416</id><published>2011-10-24T10:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:42:56.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long overdue AGM + ATL post</title><content type='html'>I know this came super late, but here are long overdue pictures from 3 weeks ago haha. I decided to upload them this morning if not I know I'll never find the time to in the next 3 weeks, because final exams are coming :/ *horror music plays*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emix had our AGM(annual general meeting)  last last last Wednesday (3 weeks ago) and according to traditional, everyone has to dress up according to the Halloween theme (even though it was still pretty far from Halloween at that time). I didn't know what to dress up as and couldn't be bothered to spend money buying costumes and accessories (which I know I'll never wear again), really. So I decided to just wear the "flasher" shirt that I drew, with an oversized blazer over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I guess a flasher is sufficiently "scary" for Halloween right? Everyone screams and runs away whenever they meet a flasher, don't they? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually drew that shirt 2 years ago for Jessica's costume party back in J1 (feels so long ago omg), so some people has seen me wear it before.. The reaction wasn't THAT big that time.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't expecting such a huge reaction from the emixers :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I stepped out of the toilet, everyone just stopped to stare at the details on my shirt and looked horrified and appalled. And............in a matter of seconds, I had everyone forming a tight circle around me (like I were some freak exhibit) and pointing at my shirt and snapping pictures of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gh0M2wXoVX4/TqTRWU38rRI/AAAAAAAADhs/HDEY6ovtawM/s1600/289282_10150421766902193_530432192_10141617_1243693850_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gh0M2wXoVX4/TqTRWU38rRI/AAAAAAAADhs/HDEY6ovtawM/s400/289282_10150421766902193_530432192_10141617_1243693850_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666884412629626130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EovSh82ECro/TqTRWGz2BPI/AAAAAAAADhY/zSUNlD8q3CA/s1600/327366_10150421767202193_530432192_10141620_1780217637_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EovSh82ECro/TqTRWGz2BPI/AAAAAAAADhY/zSUNlD8q3CA/s400/327366_10150421767202193_530432192_10141620_1780217637_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666884408854316274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4b-vaojpak/TqTRWNcwJwI/AAAAAAAADhQ/bBfOE8jviIg/s1600/326930_10150421766327193_530432192_10141611_1716779127_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4b-vaojpak/TqTRWNcwJwI/AAAAAAAADhQ/bBfOE8jviIg/s400/326930_10150421766327193_530432192_10141611_1716779127_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666884410636510978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCZWB7vcxdw/TqTRDmS7rUI/AAAAAAAADhE/ugPpb-vl794/s1600/322200_10150421766402193_530432192_10141612_38409474_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCZWB7vcxdw/TqTRDmS7rUI/AAAAAAAADhE/ugPpb-vl794/s400/322200_10150421766402193_530432192_10141612_38409474_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666884090888695106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guy in pink is Danial, he went as a tranny HAHAHA. Another person as crazy as me I guess, we both were the "freak-shows" of the night lol :/ And the whole of emix saw, like from freshies to alumni. Sighhhhhhhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YahGg4kBeNI/TqTRDLvLArI/AAAAAAAADg4/1APlGMkbSUs/s1600/319962_10150325550064818_770834817_8275491_1238366029_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YahGg4kBeNI/TqTRDLvLArI/AAAAAAAADg4/1APlGMkbSUs/s400/319962_10150325550064818_770834817_8275491_1238366029_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666884083759383218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The shirt just has a pair of boobs and a penis actually. I thought cartoon boobs were normal. The penis came about because......I felt that the bottom of the shirt was empty so I just drew it spontaneously LOL. There was supposed to be a piece of paper stuck over the penis saying "CENSORED" but I forgot to bring the paper to the toilet when I changed and by the time I made my way back to the room to get the paper, everyone saw the penis already :( FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ptYXQS6ztCQ/TqTRDAPe0jI/AAAAAAAADgs/AMrvD5gDLVs/s1600/311810_10150325549754818_770834817_8275489_300215552_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ptYXQS6ztCQ/TqTRDAPe0jI/AAAAAAAADgs/AMrvD5gDLVs/s400/311810_10150325549754818_770834817_8275489_300215552_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666884080673673778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oimC6W39Lgc/TqTRCauVyMI/AAAAAAAADgk/gqOUc_B21WU/s1600/310944_10150421791267193_530432192_10141740_1692408466_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oimC6W39Lgc/TqTRCauVyMI/AAAAAAAADgk/gqOUc_B21WU/s400/310944_10150421791267193_530432192_10141740_1692408466_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666884070602557634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5eDeNjK6QE0/TqTRCXo3gpI/AAAAAAAADgU/GUfhMVttaok/s1600/289621_10150421764097193_530432192_10141592_1070157682_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5eDeNjK6QE0/TqTRCXo3gpI/AAAAAAAADgU/GUfhMVttaok/s400/289621_10150421764097193_530432192_10141592_1070157682_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666884069774295698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH. Penis for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was only interested in taking pictures with my penis. They didn't care if my face got cut out of the picture :/ hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people asked me how did I manage to draw a penis and reckoned that I must have had "personal reference"... My answer was: I drew it from imagination HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They replied saying that I have a very vivid imagination heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everyone admired my drawing and said that I drew it well with perfect shading and pubic hair details HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a strange masterpiece to comment on regarding my "artistic talent" lololololololol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the green face is Princess Fiona! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oi--cN9cOMs/TqTQWrY5S-I/AAAAAAAADgM/v9ebUsKfWuY/s1600/287663_10150421763597193_530432192_10141587_1863541666_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oi--cN9cOMs/TqTQWrY5S-I/AAAAAAAADgM/v9ebUsKfWuY/s400/287663_10150421763597193_530432192_10141587_1863541666_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666883319161768930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ryhoUSt8eQ/TqTQWY0HMiI/AAAAAAAADf8/RbsNzMTasPo/s1600/286944_10150421763752193_530432192_10141589_118691104_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ryhoUSt8eQ/TqTQWY0HMiI/AAAAAAAADf8/RbsNzMTasPo/s400/286944_10150421763752193_530432192_10141589_118691104_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666883314175652386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6RdVvvvQVY/TqTQVeKN6NI/AAAAAAAADf0/L2U2oHHBHMA/s1600/341312_10150421765507193_530432192_10141603_1945082051_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6RdVvvvQVY/TqTQVeKN6NI/AAAAAAAADf0/L2U2oHHBHMA/s400/341312_10150421765507193_530432192_10141603_1945082051_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666883298430675154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGM was fun (albeit super embarrassing for me) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the meeting I met Jean and her friends and we went to Attica. It was the night that the All Time Low was at Attica, no pictures of them sadly, because I forgot to bring my camera that day :((( The pictures above were all kope-d from Facebook from other emixers albums hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day was a day of shopping with Jean (Lim, the other one is Jean Lia, hehe)and Grace :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love these girls, they're so cute hehehe [insert heartshape]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of them are so tall luh, thank god for my platforms if not I would look uber short next to them :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denise and Alisa were supposed to come too but Denise had meeting and Alisa had work :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w64Oqi_taT4/TqTQVOQ7FoI/AAAAAAAADfg/5W3KHfJkh-U/s1600/319142_10150329817382266_738327265_8325598_205600760_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w64Oqi_taT4/TqTQVOQ7FoI/AAAAAAAADfg/5W3KHfJkh-U/s400/319142_10150329817382266_738327265_8325598_205600760_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666883294163834498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy with my purchases from f21 :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got 10% student discount heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cZFMRLWAghc/TqTQVITREjI/AAAAAAAADfY/CswLEFBikOc/s1600/321272_10150329818997266_738327265_8325617_1691275334_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cZFMRLWAghc/TqTQVITREjI/AAAAAAAADfY/CswLEFBikOc/s400/321272_10150329818997266_738327265_8325617_1691275334_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666883292563051058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lg458iAgSXU/TqTPqMZcCSI/AAAAAAAADfI/kDeNIthqgd4/s1600/291751_10150329820177266_738327265_8325631_1284792159_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lg458iAgSXU/TqTPqMZcCSI/AAAAAAAADfI/kDeNIthqgd4/s400/291751_10150329820177266_738327265_8325631_1284792159_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666882554928302370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ant1o3hC1Iw/TqTPp_jcDCI/AAAAAAAADfA/GeHGj3-pxT4/s1600/294369_10150329818102266_738327265_8325605_1579742766_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ant1o3hC1Iw/TqTPp_jcDCI/AAAAAAAADfA/GeHGj3-pxT4/s400/294369_10150329818102266_738327265_8325605_1579742766_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666882551480585250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;why does my face look so white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zHqL8wmQLXI/TqTPpB1c2oI/AAAAAAAADe4/3ki9cXoBHDY/s1600/319602_10150329819632266_738327265_8325625_1929856367_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zHqL8wmQLXI/TqTPpB1c2oI/AAAAAAAADe4/3ki9cXoBHDY/s400/319602_10150329819632266_738327265_8325625_1929856367_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666882534913137282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yKsPerGZKAk/TqTPoxlGFqI/AAAAAAAADeo/KnOnKnB6PF8/s1600/297261_10150329819237266_738327265_8325621_337157239_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yKsPerGZKAk/TqTPoxlGFqI/AAAAAAAADeo/KnOnKnB6PF8/s400/297261_10150329819237266_738327265_8325621_337157239_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666882530549569186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to meet Jean, Huiting, Nikhail and Murtaza after that for All Time Low's concert at wavehouse!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't really a fan of them actually, like I've just heard about them and heard some songs from them and that's all. But Jean got us in for free because we met the band, the crew and the events manager at Attica the night before and one of the guys offered her guestlist so she brought all of us, yay (: If not we would have to pay $71 to get in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy is a huge fan of the band and he was supposed to rush down in a cab but it was already 8.30pm, and he was still at bukit timah road waiting for a cab, so we thought he wouldn't be able to make it by 9pm. In the end the band only started playing at 9.30pm....... Poor Lien wanted to kill somebody lolololololol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was raining and we were hiding at the VIP area for shelter but the crowd was still enthusiastic and stood in the rain cheering for the band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1oVUJ8j-CHE/TqTPo-eHlJI/AAAAAAAADec/qpAOD-jPf64/s1600/301951_10150329820542266_738327265_8325636_772257473_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1oVUJ8j-CHE/TqTPo-eHlJI/AAAAAAAADec/qpAOD-jPf64/s400/301951_10150329820542266_738327265_8325636_772257473_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666882534009967762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erm the picture above is of the Dirt Radicals (the opening act. Local band, formerly known as Pug Jelly) I think. I took lots of videos of ATL, practically almost every item they performed. But the pictures of them were all kinda blur :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hyak0EICDcg/TqTPVhJf0BI/AAAAAAAADeM/2nyrj0vamV0/s1600/320509_10150329826442266_738327265_8325700_1049956690_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hyak0EICDcg/TqTPVhJf0BI/AAAAAAAADeM/2nyrj0vamV0/s400/320509_10150329826442266_738327265_8325700_1049956690_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666882199721332754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jean and Nikhail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RcyGkTFtGKU/TqTPVkt44jI/AAAAAAAADeE/dVKy25RvHnM/s1600/305809_10150329829032266_738327265_8325726_1585310409_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RcyGkTFtGKU/TqTPVkt44jI/AAAAAAAADeE/dVKy25RvHnM/s400/305809_10150329829032266_738327265_8325726_1585310409_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666882200679277106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydHfbbksWyU/TqTPU_NaKHI/AAAAAAAADd8/mmSDPKscL6g/s1600/320743_10150329829242266_738327265_8325728_1091390683_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ydHfbbksWyU/TqTPU_NaKHI/AAAAAAAADd8/mmSDPKscL6g/s400/320743_10150329829242266_738327265_8325728_1091390683_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666882190610933874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_mKNiCf7rTk/TqTPUl9SHgI/AAAAAAAADdo/IIOcIXhTRio/s1600/308412_10150329820702266_738327265_8325639_942242596_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_mKNiCf7rTk/TqTPUl9SHgI/AAAAAAAADdo/IIOcIXhTRio/s400/308412_10150329820702266_738327265_8325639_942242596_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666882183832411650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-th9j4ipaWGo/TqTPUg0AfcI/AAAAAAAADdg/_0bkSAY596g/s1600/303817_10150329826777266_738327265_8325703_822626030_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-th9j4ipaWGo/TqTPUg0AfcI/AAAAAAAADdg/_0bkSAY596g/s400/303817_10150329826777266_738327265_8325703_822626030_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666882182451330498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the concert, we wanted to meet the band backstage but they were really busy packing up and debriefing and stuff. I shared a cab home with Nikhail first because I was super tired and couldn't wait. Jean and the rest waited and got to to see them at their hotel......dang. I should've waited. Whatever luh, ATL only niaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, TODAY (24th Oct) is Junhui's birthday! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday babe, finally 19 huh. You can't laugh at me and say that I'm older than you anymore heh. Love youuuuuuuuuu &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-2554169795022508416?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/2554169795022508416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=2554169795022508416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2554169795022508416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2554169795022508416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/10/long-overdue-agm-alt-post.html' title='long overdue AGM + ATL post'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gh0M2wXoVX4/TqTRWU38rRI/AAAAAAAADhs/HDEY6ovtawM/s72-c/289282_10150421766902193_530432192_10141617_1243693850_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-6585246655791038943</id><published>2011-10-20T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:39:45.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Received most of my midterm results back and they're............really demoralizing :/&lt;div&gt;My results don't reflect how hard I've worked, and it sucks because I know I could've performed so much better during the paper itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final exams in about 3 weeks time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is seriously not on my side. Gotta work so. much. harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-6585246655791038943?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/6585246655791038943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=6585246655791038943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6585246655791038943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6585246655791038943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/10/received-most-of-my-midterm-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-3055433725115134524</id><published>2011-10-13T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T01:46:47.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too effing busy</title><content type='html'>I swear I've been wanting to blog for days but time just isn't allowing me to :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess week has passed and I kind of feel guilty for having a whale of a time during recess week instead of mugging like how the other smuggers have been mugging their ass off.&lt;br /&gt;There was NUS Dance Blast concert, Attica with Jean (and her friends) and we met THE ALL TIME LOW at Attica (!!!! :O pretty exhilarating to see them up close even though I'm not really a fan. Or Wasn't really a fan, HEH), shopping with Grace and Jean (Denise, why didn't you come :((( ), All Time Low concert at Wavehouse Sentosa, Emix sessions, and meeting Junhui over the weekends :D&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not entirely guilty...... I did cover some of my readings, did (a little bit of) stats and completed my reflection essay for LTB. My LTB group also executed our community service project last Saturday at SCWO and it went pretty well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog in detail and upload pictures from last week but I guess that'll have to wait :C School has resumed and the pressure is back with full-force again.&lt;br /&gt;This week and next week will be a killer! I can foresee it, I know it.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh what is smu doing to me, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people frequently say, 24 hours a day is simply not enough :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will brog again shooooon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-3055433725115134524?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/3055433725115134524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=3055433725115134524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/3055433725115134524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/3055433725115134524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/10/too-effing-busy.html' title='too effing busy'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-4107424359435812547</id><published>2011-10-05T13:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:14:29.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vienna + NUS dance blast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I did my nails a few days ago! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been pretty long since I did my nails. I don't like having long nails because they make me feel uncomfortable and dirty; it's just an OCD to wanna keep them short I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I have such a pretty shade of blue and purple nail polish that I have been wanting to use for a long time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;GRADIENT NAILS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qye1ipNXHxw/Tov117QXpvI/AAAAAAAADdY/WAph7cS_giQ/s1600/PA033220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qye1ipNXHxw/Tov117QXpvI/AAAAAAAADdY/WAph7cS_giQ/s400/PA033220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659887663509382898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zv00dyQtqwE/Tov11q_3HNI/AAAAAAAADdQ/11A2-sos-HU/s1600/PA033222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zv00dyQtqwE/Tov11q_3HNI/AAAAAAAADdQ/11A2-sos-HU/s400/PA033222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659887659145174226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I did gradient nails before a few years back, and I think out of all the designs I've done for myself, I kinda like this gradient manicure the best :) Simplicity at it's best to me, without all the nail stickers or little designs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-PYmFOs4NA/Tov11ivYlsI/AAAAAAAADdI/m5rvJFQxtkA/s1600/PA033235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-PYmFOs4NA/Tov11ivYlsI/AAAAAAAADdI/m5rvJFQxtkA/s400/PA033235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659887656928581314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday my parents and I went to Vienna for buffet lunch (: Vienna is a seafood and teppanyaki buffet restaurant located at United Square, and it's been my family's favourite buffet place for YEARS. I remember my aunt brining me there when I was in primary 5... And my family always goes there to eat whenever for my grandma's brithday, my dad's birthday... etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;My parents have been wanting to go to Vienna for lunch again because it's been a year since we last went, and all the events have accumulated as previously we were too busy to go, so this lunch was to celebrate alllllllllllllllllll the past events like Mothers' day, Fathers' day, my mom's birthday, me getting a place in a local university and blahblah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eXL2jDhMqaQ/Tov11YMcYMI/AAAAAAAADdA/vAtP8IRv7BM/s1600/PA043237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eXL2jDhMqaQ/Tov11YMcYMI/AAAAAAAADdA/vAtP8IRv7BM/s400/PA043237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659887654097674434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;My dad trying to get some meat out of his teeth hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a picture of my mom's eaten oysters.... She loves the oysters there because they're so fresh and light :) she can eat lotssss of oysters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qadxEpDdLrs/Tov10xvnQtI/AAAAAAAADc4/XSJNey2XTYE/s1600/PA043238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qadxEpDdLrs/Tov10xvnQtI/AAAAAAAADc4/XSJNey2XTYE/s400/PA043238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659887643776205522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qye1ipNXHxw/Tov117QXpvI/AAAAAAAADdY/WAph7cS_giQ/s1600/PA033220.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-meH2JQ1GvhQ/Tovy12G7jQI/AAAAAAAADco/Jxpu6nk5GQs/s1600/PA043240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-meH2JQ1GvhQ/Tovy12G7jQI/AAAAAAAADco/Jxpu6nk5GQs/s400/PA043240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659884363592731906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4s8Go8JJJjI/Tovy1nVgXII/AAAAAAAADcg/ELJ9x5YQ6l4/s1600/PA043242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4s8Go8JJJjI/Tovy1nVgXII/AAAAAAAADcg/ELJ9x5YQ6l4/s400/PA043242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659884359627332738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;heheh my cute parents ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mk_DyCA03fQ/Tovy1bW3zaI/AAAAAAAADcY/p9g6qjVrS04/s1600/PA043247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mk_DyCA03fQ/Tovy1bW3zaI/AAAAAAAADcY/p9g6qjVrS04/s400/PA043247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659884356411837858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UEwT1Os_u_M/Tovy1NFR8sI/AAAAAAAADcQ/UD2-svLAM7I/s1600/PA043250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UEwT1Os_u_M/Tovy1NFR8sI/AAAAAAAADcQ/UD2-svLAM7I/s400/PA043250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659884352579957442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom and I camwhoring HAHA. (do we look alike?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Didn't take pictures of the food though, was too busy eating. And I guess I've seen the food there too many times to be fascinated by it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;At night I went to watch A Series of (Un)fortunate Events by NUS Dance Blast at NUS UCC with some Emix people! ^^ Danial, Alisa, Wen Han and I (freshies) went with some other seniors (Year 2s, Year 3s and some alumni). Admission was limited to the first 400 only (admission is free by the way) so we went early to queue! Danial and I were there at 5pm+ even though the concert only started at 8pm LOL. Kiasu much... I was the kiasu one actually, I actually suggested going at 3pm HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Didn't take any pictures with my camera there because we used Alisa's friend's dslr. And it was kinda a last minure thing for me to go watch. Only when I looked at the programme brochure then did I realize that I knew some of the performers (from st nicks and cj) :) Felt good seeing them dance again! And they've all improved so much really :) I need to buck upppppppp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Upon seeing how good the freshie's standard was, Alisa and I were like,"OHNO EMIX HOWWWWWWWWW~" hahaha we just gotta work much harder ali! EMIX HUAT AHHHH ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-4107424359435812547?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/4107424359435812547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=4107424359435812547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/4107424359435812547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/4107424359435812547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-did-my-nails-few-days-ago-d-its-been.html' title='Vienna + NUS dance blast'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qye1ipNXHxw/Tov117QXpvI/AAAAAAAADdY/WAph7cS_giQ/s72-c/PA033220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-2614926887677669052</id><published>2011-10-04T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T02:20:02.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed up.</title><content type='html'>I screwed up today, during class&lt;div&gt;I raised my hand to say something but I lost my train of thought halfway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I received too much silence than i actually intended for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had the whole class staring at me as I struggled to recollect my thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just blanked out, and didn't know how to continue, or end the attention being given to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Fucking. Awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I repeated my point 3 times, my friend told me it was pretty bad and he was struggling not to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it sucks because I DID know what I wanted to say, but I just lost it halfway after raising my hand for too long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks because people judge and I know impressions have been formed, whether I like it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The prof... my classmates...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want people to think that I'm a brainless girl with no productive input and only speaks for the sake of doing so :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may seem like a minor thing. People tell me that it's over and that I shouldn't think about it because no one will remember by next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's not the case. People do remember what judgement they have formed of you everytime they see you, even if they may forget what incident triggered the judgement in the first place. They stick labels only visible to them above your head as you pass and snigger behind your back. I hope I don't hear that snigger because it will hurt :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what can I do, except to tell myself to move on and be strong. Because really, nothing can reverse the incident that already happened. And people will continue to judge, and it's all beyond our control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times like these, I just wish I had a dance studio at home; a cosy little room with parquet flooring and mirrored walls, and of course, a solid sound system. I'd spend my days in there fighting back tears before they fall. And dancing, and dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know whether to be a pessimist at times like these. I hate getting so hung up over things, albeit minor in the eyes of others. But life's like that and I've just gotta grow up and face the world for what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-2614926887677669052?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/2614926887677669052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=2614926887677669052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2614926887677669052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2614926887677669052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/10/screwed-up.html' title='screwed up.'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-2399950408582637076</id><published>2011-09-24T23:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T00:55:18.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLB flea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62G3J0_vR48/Tn3-fm_5ZmI/AAAAAAAADcI/-QSc8fEgI4M/s1600/P9203131.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62G3J0_vR48/Tn3-fm_5ZmI/AAAAAAAADcI/-QSc8fEgI4M/s400/P9203131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655956526045161058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yta1ISy9YE4/Tn3-fexsrUI/AAAAAAAADcA/TgV6DcEXLZ0/s1600/P9133055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yta1ISy9YE4/Tn3-fexsrUI/AAAAAAAADcA/TgV6DcEXLZ0/s400/P9133055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655956523838123330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XOuE2cgnmKE/Tn3-fFrGWLI/AAAAAAAADb4/ej1oDSwK1hI/s1600/P9193111.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XOuE2cgnmKE/Tn3-fFrGWLI/AAAAAAAADb4/ej1oDSwK1hI/s400/P9193111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655956517099559090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is rather late but, MINDY IS BACK HOME! (:&lt;div&gt;Okay actually she came home on Tuesday after her operation (but I've just been too frickin' busy to update this space :((( ). And yup it's all good news! :) The operation was carried out smoothly and successfully, and the vet said that the lump in her isn't any malignant cancerous tumor, but just a mammary mass caused by her over-active reproductive hormones. So now that she's spayed, the reproductive hormones will cease to be secreted and the lump will go down by itself naturally, so there wasn't a need to remove the lump. Thus the cost of the operation (and everything all in) was about $203, instead of the initially quoted $400. So yeah, super glad that it all turned out so well! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nurse told me that Mindy wasn't eating during her stay at the clinic (She was hospitalized for one night) and that she had to be force-fed. So the nurse gave me the food mix to force-feed her if she still refused to eat at home. But once I let her back into her cage at home, she rushed towards the heap of cabbages and apple skin in her feeding bowl! And began stuffing her cheeks with food hehehehe she's sooooooo cute^^ And now she's eating so well. In fact she won't stop eating hahahaha. I just hope that she will recover well and be a happy and healthy bunny again :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School-wise, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm truly suffocating and dying under the pressure of school :/ It's only been a month into my tertiary education at SMU but I find myself so busy with so many assignments and readings... And next week I've got 4 mid-term papers. The heavier modules are Business law (super content heavy, my poor brain needs more nutrients) and statistics. Ohgod I suck so badly at stats now :/ Stats was fine for me during jc days, but now there's new theorems being introduced...unfamiliar-looking mathematical notations.... And the textbook is SO not helpful at all please -.- There's barely any examples for me to refer to. RAAAAHHHHHHHHH. Steph's gotta find a way somehow. Not cool failing midterms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I just need to manage my time better and get used to all this pressure and stress. After all I've gotta live with it for the next 4 years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some updates about what I've been up to recently:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday my LTB group and I had an interview with Mr. Edward Chia (the founder of Timbre) at Timbre @ The Substation! It's for our leadership presentation in LTB class next week. Mr. Chia was really really nice and helpful, not to mention so experienced (and young), yet humble! We were kinda surprised that he actually took time out of his busy schedule to entertain our little interview... Because usually when people interview him there's always media coverage and stuff. But here we are, just a group of SMU students wanting to have an informal interview with him, yet he agreed so readily to help us. And he was so willing to share so much about his experience with us even though our interview had no commercial benefit to him; He talked about how he manages his employees, about his plans to develop the business, and what are the ongoing strategies that they are applying, such as the music festival (ROKTOBER) and the music school (where customers of Timbre who have a passion for music can learn music from some of the bands that play at Timbre, and eventually can have the opportunity to perform at Timbre when they are good enough. So Timbre isn't just a bar where the customers admire bands from a distance as they eat; it involves it's customers and reaches out to youths interested in music, so as to develop our local music scene). So yeah it was pretty cool hearing and learning from him :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWNjMT83f1Q/Tn3-ezvVrjI/AAAAAAAADbw/B4FAol5YYiU/s1600/Untitled.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWNjMT83f1Q/Tn3-ezvVrjI/AAAAAAAADbw/B4FAol5YYiU/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655956512285503026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, Jean and I attended the FLB flea at Soul @ Odeon Towers!!! SUPERSUPERHAPPY that I went! It was sooperrrr awesome; I bought like 5 items at steal prices; a bag and 4 tops hehehe (Y)  And we didn't even have enough time to comb all the stalls. We went around 1.30pm and it was already super crowded!! We had to squeeze our way around the narrow aisles and push with the crowd. And I was afraid of getting pickpocketed because I brought more cash out to shop today heh. (BUT IT WAS ALLLLLLLLLLL WORTH IT :D) Most of the time we were just lazy to flip through the clothes on the racks because it was just too crowded. But everything was so damn cheap really, it was so easy to wanna buy stuff. I bought a top (from F21) at $3 only LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad I had dance at 3pm so we had to leave the flea around 3 :/ can't wait for the next FLB flea~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 12.40am now and my body is kinda aching from dance, I've got church early in the morning tomorrow and I really want to sleep now. But my neighbours will probably see my room's window illuminated till about 3am. Stupid biz law,rahhhhhh :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-2399950408582637076?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/2399950408582637076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=2399950408582637076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2399950408582637076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2399950408582637076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-know-this-is-rather-late-but-mindy-is.html' title='FLB flea'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62G3J0_vR48/Tn3-fm_5ZmI/AAAAAAAADcI/-QSc8fEgI4M/s72-c/P9203131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-6838089070973859518</id><published>2011-09-18T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T23:55:09.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mindy will be going for her surgery (sterilization + tumour removal) tomorrow :/&lt;div&gt;I'm really worried for her, but then again, the operation will be good so that the vet can see exactly what's going wrong in her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever happens, I know that I've tried my best for her, and I pray for the best :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-6838089070973859518?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/6838089070973859518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=6838089070973859518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6838089070973859518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6838089070973859518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/09/mindy-will-be-going-for-her-surgery.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-4965778174139678882</id><published>2011-09-13T19:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T20:43:01.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mindy.</title><content type='html'>I know I've been neglecting this space of late. Sigh, I don't know whether to say that lots of things has happened, or nothing much has happened. One thing for sure is I'm increasingly being deprived of a life because schoolwork has been piling up, and the tasks on my to-do list just keep increasing.&lt;div&gt;I've got chapters to read for Business Law, work hard with my LTB group to get organisations to agree to work in conjunction for us for our community service project, an idea journal to do for Creative Thinking (due next week), read up on stats and do the stats homework (I'm super bad at stats now, and it's harder than jc level! New theorems being introduced, unfamiliar-looking mathematical notations.....) and lots of articles to read for TWC :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also got LONG-overdue photos to upload on fb, people are rushing me already. And I wanted to upload some pictures up here but I'll just upload them on fb because I'm really busy (and a little lazy haha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The biggest problem that has been weighing most heavily on my mind now is Mindy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week, I discovered that there's a lump about the size of a 20 cent coin growing on her left underarm. My mom told me to wait a week and see if the lump will go down if we applied medicine (for rabbits of course) daily and fed her antibiotics. Sadly, it hasn't gone down, instead it has increased in size to about the size of a 50 cent coin :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I brought her to Animal Doctors yesterday and the vet says her situation doesn't look good. The lump is a tumour, and it might be the result of over-active hormones being produced by the glands from her reproductive organs. The tumor is under one of her nipples. Either that or it is a cancerous tumour. The vet says that she must be spayed asap because it is definitely a pseudo-pregnancy that is causing all these problems. And during the spaying surgery they will remove the tumour and have a closer look at it to see if it is cancerous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the surgery has been scheduled on next Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is, the chances of success of the surgery for her is lower because of the tumour involved, which poses considerable complication. Perhaps her chances of survival through the operation is only about 60-70% now, as compared to about 90% for normal healthy rabbits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, the quoted cost for the whole procedure is $400 :( It is really a hefty sum for me....... I've been putting up with an old handphone and an old mp3 player for about 2 years now because I simply can't bear to spend the money, so I just make do with whatever works. But now, I'm going to have to spend about $400 just like that on her surgery. (The fee for her consultation yesterday was $97, because she did an x-ray to see if there's any growth in her lungs. But thank god there isn't). And in the past 3 weeks, I've spent more than $300 on her vet fees.... so in total, I'll have spent close to 1k on her this month, which really isn't easy for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom told me to just let her go and not waste any more money/effort on her. But I know I just can't do it. Yesterday I almost cried at the animal clinic when the vet brought up the possibility of her having cancer, because if she does, she is doomed to die because there chemotherapy hasn't been developed for rabbits yet, only dogs I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, what if she dies during the spaying surgery next Monday? The thought of losing her in a week's time really makes my heart ache so much. The pet shop that I bought her from is opposite my block. I remember 3 years ago I went with Faith to the pet shop to buy her. The first thing I noticed about her is her beautiful black eyes and long eyelashes. Everyone I showed her to agreed that she has beautiful eyes. I remember 3 years ago when she had scabbies, and I brought her to Animal Doctors for the first time with Faith. I held her close to my chest and just wished that she will be alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, she might be leaving me next Monday, the day of her operation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The operation itself brings hope for her, but then again it might just be the procedure to kill her. I will be dropping her off at the clinic before I go to school. What if the time when I drop her off will be the last time I see her alive? Now as I'm typing this, I see her alive in her cage, feeding on the xiaobaicai I gave her for dinner. Looking at her now, I treasure every moment that I get to see her alive. I feel like now is the time the clock is rewinding itself from next Monday and I get to have her alive again, next to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really don't want to lose her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if she's just a rabbit to others. Even if people feel that she's not worth the $400.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bank account already has less than $400 now, which means I will have to go about raising the balance. And if the op isn't successful, all the money will be for nothing. $400 is actually two months of my pocket money. And I'm caught in a dilemma actually; whether to send her for the surgery or not, even though it's scheduled already. More than the money going to waste, I'm more afraid of sending her to her death, since her chances are lower. But if I don't send her for the op, she will die slowly and painfully because the tumor is sure to grow bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone please tell me what I should do :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-4965778174139678882?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/4965778174139678882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=4965778174139678882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/4965778174139678882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/4965778174139678882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-mindy.html' title='My Mindy.'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-3229241891430787569</id><published>2011-09-06T11:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T11:19:30.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know</title><content type='html'>I am not a baby anymore&lt;br /&gt;I am not as innocent as before&lt;br /&gt;I see it in the mirror , in my room&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel it stronger in my soul&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know if its the right day , for this word&lt;br /&gt;Now I see things I didn't see before&lt;br /&gt;I need an explanation, tell me more&lt;br /&gt;Why I am in love now? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I live forever?        I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find Heaven?    I don't know&lt;br /&gt;What is going to happen?     I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Why I am in love now?        I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live it through my diary , and I read &lt;br /&gt;That all my littles problems , now are free&lt;br /&gt;I want to live my feelings day by day&lt;br /&gt;I like to give emotions , in my way&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know if its the right day, for this word&lt;br /&gt;Now I see things I didn't see before&lt;br /&gt;I need an explanation, tell me more&lt;br /&gt;Why I am in love now? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I live forever?        I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find Heaven?    I don't know&lt;br /&gt;What is going to happen?     I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Why I am in love now?        I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Erika&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-3229241891430787569?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/3229241891430787569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=3229241891430787569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/3229241891430787569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/3229241891430787569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-6551870036150165266</id><published>2011-08-30T12:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T23:11:27.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY TRIBAL SHOEZZ :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;About 3 weeks ago, I came across this online shop called Ivory Pastel and fell in love who one of their items, which was a pair of tribal sneakers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46Q4lyKYb9s/TlxmsBh4ZvI/AAAAAAAADbo/diuRVo3oEYo/s1600/p7101947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46Q4lyKYb9s/TlxmsBh4ZvI/AAAAAAAADbo/diuRVo3oEYo/s400/p7101947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646500939326580466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super pretty right!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was jumping for joy when they opened a backorder. Happily joined the backorder and waited about 2 and a half weeks for the stocks to come. Then they emailed me and said that the supplier ran out of stock for the sneakers in my size, so they gave me a refund instead :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was really disappointed :((( After eager anticipating the arrival of my shoes for 2 weeks, only to find out that I won't own a pair of it after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Determined to own a pair of gorgeous tribal print shoes, I decided to be creative and get down to designing my own :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I bought a pair of plain loafers from a random shoe shop that I happened to chance upon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4PbUfDzc9A/TlxmsAodkXI/AAAAAAAADbg/Yj-QEZ3QCeM/s1600/P8272937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w4PbUfDzc9A/TlxmsAodkXI/AAAAAAAADbg/Yj-QEZ3QCeM/s400/P8272937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646500939085746546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some inspiration after looking at some of my tribal-printed clothes HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Then I got down to designing it! :D I spent in total about 6 hours on the shoe! Super time consuming. For the past 2 nights I slept at near 4am because I was so occupied and carried away with painting my shoe heh. And the intricate design was pretty tedious to colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, here's the end product!! TAAAAA-DAAAAAAAHHHHHHH :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKcTQXI3KPg/Tlxmr6g4nsI/AAAAAAAADbY/qksznFyq8aM/s1600/P8302957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKcTQXI3KPg/Tlxmr6g4nsI/AAAAAAAADbY/qksznFyq8aM/s400/P8302957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646500937443352258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZkIssFZuJw/TlxmrpSvozI/AAAAAAAADbQ/oMxJi0W3_Go/s1600/P8302967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZkIssFZuJw/TlxmrpSvozI/AAAAAAAADbQ/oMxJi0W3_Go/s400/P8302967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646500932820640562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know it's super duper colourful but I like it that way heh. I couldn't decide what the colour theme should be so I mashed up all of my favourite tones. That's why the top part has bold striking colours while the middle has pastel colours like baby pink and blue :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I used to sell my own handpainted shoes back then with Lijie and Joanna 3 years ago, our website was &lt;a href="http://hamnhippo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ham&amp;amp;Hippo&lt;/a&gt;.  But we've stopped selling since because we got too busy with school, (and back then, the O levels HAHA). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was thinking if I should start selling my handpainted shoes again? :) But I doubt I'll have the time now that university is choking my life out of me. Still, I'd really love to sell my shoes again heh. It gives me such a sense of joy and satisfaction each time I put down a completed pair. And most of the time I can't bear to wear my shoes because they're like art pieces to me. In fact, I have about 3 pairs of handpainted shoes in my cupboard unworn, because I can't bear to dirty them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope you like my shoes heh :D&lt;br /&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/11847699-6551870036150165266?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/6551870036150165266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=6551870036150165266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6551870036150165266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6551870036150165266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-tribal-shoezz-d.html' title='MY TRIBAL SHOEZZ :D'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46Q4lyKYb9s/TlxmsBh4ZvI/AAAAAAAADbo/diuRVo3oEYo/s72-c/p7101947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-1171956909097535700</id><published>2011-08-26T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T22:51:53.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freshmen bash last night was pretty awesome :D even though half of my ftb group pangseh-ed, but we still had fun drinking, dancing and being stupid heh.&lt;div&gt;I only had 3 hours of sleep last night (slept at 5plus) and I had to wake up early this morning for a meeting with my ltb group. And I've been awake ever since!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to self-collect the shoes I ordered online, brought Mindy to the vet for her review, cleaned my rabbit cages.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And somehow I'm not really tired. I think my eyes are dying though, I can feel the strain in my eyeballs as I'm staring at the illuminated screen before me and typing this now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall catch up on sleep tonight! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-1171956909097535700?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/1171956909097535700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=1171956909097535700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/1171956909097535700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/1171956909097535700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/08/freshmen-bash-last-night-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-1652893339848135135</id><published>2011-08-22T12:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:47:47.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Mindy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Km8Z_aOyPSw/TlHXHQY83eI/AAAAAAAADbI/ZFq1ECT4xbg/s1600/P1020540.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Km8Z_aOyPSw/TlHXHQY83eI/AAAAAAAADbI/ZFq1ECT4xbg/s400/P1020540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643528327730617826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you haven't already known, I have two rabbits that I take care of and that I love very much. One is named Hippo and the other is named Mindy. The rabbit in the picture above is Mindy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Isn't she adorable? :) She used to be a very lively, playful, greedy and happy bunny. Even though she's always chewing at things (and destroying them; such as her feeding bowl, her mat, and even her cage), I still look upon her with love each time I cuddle and pat her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But currently she's is a very bad state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;She has a huge wound on her belly, and she won't stop biting and scratching it. Three months ago. she had this same problem, but she recovered over 3 weeks, with me nursing her wound and feeding her antibiotics (for rabbits) everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Last Tuesday, I noticed that the wound has returned again on her belly. I thought that applying cream on the wound and feeding her medicine would do the trick, but the next day when I checked her wound, I was shocked to see that it got worse. What greeted me when I held her in my arms was a big bloody hole in her belly. She literally bit a hole in herself, probably because her wound really hurt a lot and she was trying to scratch it, but her actions ended up self-mutilating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;As I cleaned her wound with saline and cotton wool, the cotton wool was matted with blood, and she squirmed in pain and whimpered softly everytime I touched her wound (yes, bunnies whimper too).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R21B01BgYDs/TlHXHEgEGLI/AAAAAAAADbA/pVxmVtHVFWU/s1600/DSC01554.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R21B01BgYDs/TlHXHEgEGLI/AAAAAAAADbA/pVxmVtHVFWU/s400/DSC01554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643528324539226290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the size of her wound. In order to stop her from scratching and biting her wound, my mom thought of an idea; we put a tupperware with a hole cut out in the bottom over her head to act like a Elizabethan-collar (like those you see on dogs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The next day I took her to the vet (Animal Doctors, located at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Block 108, &lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; "&gt;Ang Mo Kio&lt;/em&gt; Avenue 4, Street 11, #01-94/&lt;wbr&gt;96. Singapore 560108). The vet said that the reason why she is doing this is because she thinks she is pregnant. It is hormonal in most female rabbits to suffer from pseudo-pregnancy, which means she thinks she is pregnant but she is not. The rabbit will pull out fur from her belly to make a nest in anticipation for the arrival of her babies. This happens even if she has not mated with any male rabbit. If she sees a male rabbit, this can happen too. (Well I have a very handsome male rabbit, Hippo, which she sees once a week when I clean their cages.....) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"  &gt;Thus the vet suggested that she undergoes surgery to be neutered (when her wound has fully healed) to stop her from pulling out her fur again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"  &gt;The vet also gave her an injection and gave me some more antibiotics, painkillers and a gel to apply to her wound once a day. She also has a proper e-collar now (not the tupperware anymore). And I have to bring her back to the clinic every alternate day for her antibiotics jab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"  &gt;After 4 days of nursing her wound and giving her medicine, her wound has more or less dried up now, and looks like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DLGUEIeLZA/TlHXHJz_lSI/AAAAAAAADa4/YHS5aBQNOaw/s1600/DSC01558.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_DLGUEIeLZA/TlHXHJz_lSI/AAAAAAAADa4/YHS5aBQNOaw/s400/DSC01558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643528325964993826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still a very unhappy and sullen bunny now though, probably because the e-collar is causing her a lot of discomfort :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j4IwDlFwYdk/TlHXG8kHq_I/AAAAAAAADaw/mlKoLYmgzr4/s1600/DSC01557.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j4IwDlFwYdk/TlHXG8kHq_I/AAAAAAAADaw/mlKoLYmgzr4/s400/DSC01557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643528322408754162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every morning the first thing I do is check on her to see that she doesn't remove her collar and bite her wound. I'm really worried about her and I'm always thinking about her when I'm not at home to look after her :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-siUeFWFLtFE/TlHW2gnJSjI/AAAAAAAADao/NgTsln_rVHU/s1600/DSC01561.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-siUeFWFLtFE/TlHW2gnJSjI/AAAAAAAADao/NgTsln_rVHU/s400/DSC01561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643528040027343410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Everyone, please pray for my Mindy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;God please bless my bunny.&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/11847699-1652893339848135135?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/1652893339848135135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=1652893339848135135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/1652893339848135135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/1652893339848135135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/08/pray-for-mindy.html' title='Pray for Mindy'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Km8Z_aOyPSw/TlHXHQY83eI/AAAAAAAADbI/ZFq1ECT4xbg/s72-c/P1020540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-2115360351388138656</id><published>2011-08-16T13:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T14:15:51.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many things to do</title><content type='html'>After about 8 months of slacking and leaving my brain relaxed after JC life ended, I finally had my first day of university life yesterday :O&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't too bad, at least I had a friend with me for my first lesson of the year. Without a friend in class, I believe things would've been much tougher. Honestly, I'm the type that would feel self-conscious and awkward whenever I'm placed in a room of unfamiliar faces and strangers. It's always the same awkward smile and whenever I happen to look the stranger next to me in the eye by accident... followed by the awkward little self-introduction speech... and things either get better (if we hit off well) or get worse (if I say something lame and stupid). SIGHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS LIFE&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow I'll have to go through that :/ I've got 2 pre-assigned modules tomorrow, and I don't have any close friends in those 2 classes, maybe just 1 or 2 acquaintances...? And I have a ridiculous  near 4 hour break in between the two classes. (first class ends at 11.45am, second class starts at 3.30pm :( ). I wonder what am I supposed to do in that 4 hours.... I hope I find a friend having a break too, if not I'll probably be sighted at some bench/in the library using my laptop alone, like a loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU :C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about this semester is that I only have school 3 days a week! ^^ 5 modules a week though. Thinking about it, the workload is actually much heavier than what I had during jc life (like DUHHHH). We used to take 4 main subjects (excluding gp and project work) and they were all muggable subjects. I was always nodding off and sleeping in class and lectures, but somehow I managed to cope fine as long as I worked doubly hard to catch up on what I missed in school at home. But I doubt I can get away that easily in university...... I will prop my eyelids open with toothpicks just to keep awake! *determined* ;)&lt;br /&gt;I was reading through some of the course outlines/notes/slides in preparation of what to expect in class, and some modules already look terrifying to me. Especially statistics, I'm like, Whudafuuuuugggg... D: I seriously need some recapping and practice, and practice, and practice. And practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School please be good to me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally random note, I'm going to attempt cutting my fringe again myself later! :) Heh. I hope it doesn't turn out a disaster (again. It always does actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-2115360351388138656?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/2115360351388138656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=2115360351388138656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2115360351388138656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2115360351388138656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/08/too-many-things-to-do.html' title='Too many things to do'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-4775567179967024781</id><published>2011-08-11T15:12:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T18:24:20.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHICAGO should have went to the zoo</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Chicago met up for the long-awaited outing that we've been planning! (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The initial plan was to go to the zoo (which I was totally up for). Then Melvin suggested going ice-skating so the plan became ice-skating instead (.......which I should have objected to earlier. You'll see why later :( )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zoe, Alisa, Melvin, Rendy, Jean, Grace, Denise and I met up first at 313 Somerset for lunch! And since convocation is round the corner, some of us went shopping for clothes to wear for convocation too. The dress code for girls attending convocation is actually formal office = white blouse and black skirt/pants. I can't be bothered to shop specially for convoc, especially since I'm so damn broke now :( Sigh I'm missing those days when I used to earn my own income. Shopping was a less guilt-laden indulgence. In the past, whenever I bought stuff I'd think,"It's okay, I'll earn back what I've spent tomorrow." Now when I shop I'm like........"Shit luh, money outflow again, and no inflow tomorrow." :( I'm not saying I miss working at Starhub though. I'm more than happy to have left that hellhole. I'd love to get a part-time job again (preferably a slack, happy and brainless one this time, since I'll have to juggle work with school now) but I'll experience school first to see if I'll be able to cope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, back to the outing! (I digressed whoopzz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rendy spent the longest shopping! And you'd think a guy doesn't take long to shop haha. He also has this tendency to fancy the ugliest item of the shop (mostly diamondprint-related) HAHAHA. According to Zoe, when they were in G2000...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rendy: "What do you think of this tie?" *holds up an ugly diamond-printed tie*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zoe:"OMG DAMN FUGLY PLEASE!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to Pedro and Rendy was attracted to this shoe with diamond prints all over it. All of us violently objected because it was aesthetically-disapproving and we suggested better choices. (My taste is the best, everyone agreed with what I suggested. heh) Rendy spent half an hour or so deliberating and choosing...................and in the end he bought the diamond-printed shoe -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD60Qsje8WQ/TkONOTb3OFI/AAAAAAAADZQ/TJe85IMk6Hc/s1600/P8102602.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD60Qsje8WQ/TkONOTb3OFI/AAAAAAAADZQ/TJe85IMk6Hc/s400/P8102602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639506435272816722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rendy happy with his purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWuReBrN0yE/TkONOFLhdkI/AAAAAAAADZI/GkfEq20R_Wc/s1600/P8102604.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWuReBrN0yE/TkONOFLhdkI/AAAAAAAADZI/GkfEq20R_Wc/s400/P8102604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639506431446185538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melvin and Grace left us for awhile because Grace had to meet up with a blogshop owner to get her item and Melvin had to meet up with his friend to collect some textbooks. So the rest of us began our journey to Kallang Leisure Park first. We decided to take bus 16 from town since Zoe said the bus is "very fast. Only 5-6 stops away." So we hopped on the bus, happily engaged in a group chatter...........and ended up missing our stop LOL -.- Fail. We got down the bus and had to walk to the nearest mrt station to take the train. And we were all grumbling because we had to walk under the scorching afternoon sun. I even took out my red polka-dotted umbrella to shield the sun away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, guess what? Grace and Melvin, who had errands to run before that, reached Kallang Leisure Park even before us! We're such epic failures right haha. Imran came after his convoc rehearsal! So yeah we bought our tickets and went in to ice-skate. By the way, I think the ice-skating place is prejudiced against SMU students. NUS and NTU students can enjoy the student price but SMU students don't, for some reason :((((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwHc3Zno8KY/TkONN2Bb_TI/AAAAAAAADZA/WOYsUvJ01DY/s1600/P8102611.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xwHc3Zno8KY/TkONN2Bb_TI/AAAAAAAADZA/WOYsUvJ01DY/s400/P8102611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639506427377351986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imran looking funky with his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8DG8vEAQvP0/TkONNmiM2EI/AAAAAAAADY4/iM5K5FIbgME/s1600/P8102615.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8DG8vEAQvP0/TkONNmiM2EI/AAAAAAAADY4/iM5K5FIbgME/s400/P8102615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639506423219804226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5NO71k4-qp0/TkOMsbUVp_I/AAAAAAAADYw/gvQOCvDjk3M/s1600/P8102609.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5NO71k4-qp0/TkOMsbUVp_I/AAAAAAAADYw/gvQOCvDjk3M/s400/P8102609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639505853273188338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jean and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tYPw9m-ORm0/TkOMsPQ6--I/AAAAAAAADYo/vDcQYSKGh8k/s1600/P8102613.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tYPw9m-ORm0/TkOMsPQ6--I/AAAAAAAADYo/vDcQYSKGh8k/s400/P8102613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639505850037631970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vighnesh joined us at the ice-skating ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X3pwCwxiu3Q/TkOMrzHU-OI/AAAAAAAADYg/Y5nYfuuGvFs/s1600/P8102614.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X3pwCwxiu3Q/TkOMrzHU-OI/AAAAAAAADYg/Y5nYfuuGvFs/s400/P8102614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639505842481199330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BmyhaRIdIxc/TkOMrpWvEkI/AAAAAAAADYY/pnTVsexz_4A/s1600/P8102617.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BmyhaRIdIxc/TkOMrpWvEkI/AAAAAAAADYY/pnTVsexz_4A/s400/P8102617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639505839861469762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why the zoo would've been a better option? Simple. Because I cannot ice-skate fer nutzz :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my second time ice-skating (albeit my first time was 5 years ago) but I still cannot get the hang of it :(((( Denise, Grace, Vighnesh and Rendy did not know how to skate either. So for 2 hours, we were cautiously clutching onto the parapet along the perimeter of the ring and attempting to walk/skate along slowly.....okay maybe not for 2 hours, we did make some progress after some time! We progressed to skating slowly while holding each others' hands and without holding onto the side. I think I made a lot of queer swinging hand movements in attempt to keep my balance though. I was really scared of slipping and falling! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jean, Alisa, Melvin, Zoe and Imran could ice-skate so effortlessly and confidently. I wish I could too :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were little kids as young as half our age(and also half our heights) doing graceful leaps, twirls and multiple rapid spins in the center of the ring. Some had a coach to guide them along. Some wore silky short skirts and looked like young professionals. Envy......compared to them I'm an old clumsy frumpydumpy :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Px3Vh7eIpdQ/TkOMrhbK5AI/AAAAAAAADYQ/n0kMUIoxDSM/s1600/P8102621.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Px3Vh7eIpdQ/TkOMrhbK5AI/AAAAAAAADYQ/n0kMUIoxDSM/s400/P8102621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639505837732586498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;group shotzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ue1ro6rpty8/TkOLxRkEjvI/AAAAAAAADYI/nY0-j_NFysY/s1600/P8102624.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ue1ro6rpty8/TkOLxRkEjvI/AAAAAAAADYI/nY0-j_NFysY/s400/P8102624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639504837042540274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5iO13KO07m0/TkOLxJ7gyHI/AAAAAAAADYA/HgeaEIUaiFw/s1600/P8102625.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5iO13KO07m0/TkOLxJ7gyHI/AAAAAAAADYA/HgeaEIUaiFw/s400/P8102625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639504834993375346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X2Qqnna839w/TkOLw3pdVQI/AAAAAAAADX4/kUnXVlMzaPI/s1600/P8102626.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X2Qqnna839w/TkOLw3pdVQI/AAAAAAAADX4/kUnXVlMzaPI/s400/P8102626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639504830085813506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls of Chicago! :) Eliza was the only one who MIA though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bILNNI4BoUw/TkOLw83_-nI/AAAAAAAADXw/apKYmHgpE9Q/s1600/P8102633.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bILNNI4BoUw/TkOLw83_-nI/AAAAAAAADXw/apKYmHgpE9Q/s400/P8102633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639504831488981618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alisa holding Grace who was holding me. "Slowly......slowly.....good.....good....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ot9vEbaTz5U/TkOLwvFr2oI/AAAAAAAADXo/tClCVHk4f8M/s1600/P8102640.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ot9vEbaTz5U/TkOLwvFr2oI/AAAAAAAADXo/tClCVHk4f8M/s400/P8102640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639504827788286594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imran pushing Vighnesh along. Jean, Grace and I were taking a rest at the side when we took to watching Vighnesh ice-skate. He was being brave and he skated a few rounds on his own without any help. He looked very cautious and afraid to fall though....like me, he made some swimming hand movements to keep his balance haha. Then suddenly, this little girl (the pro one) came gliding by his side and did multiple spins with one leg in the air infront of him. Vicky just totally stopped and looked at her and he looked damn sad HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fucking hilarious I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-leahZ4VeeoQ/TkOKI9KbMnI/AAAAAAAADXg/VPR-UAjvdPA/s1600/P8102646.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-leahZ4VeeoQ/TkOKI9KbMnI/AAAAAAAADXg/VPR-UAjvdPA/s400/P8102646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639503044859867762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rswYH--pRcw/TkOKIj84tRI/AAAAAAAADXY/7UqrXJ-sMNo/s1600/P8102650.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rswYH--pRcw/TkOKIj84tRI/AAAAAAAADXY/7UqrXJ-sMNo/s400/P8102650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639503038092195090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imran and Zoe, our facis at Arts camp! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbgqFmS_awA/TkOKIIahNzI/AAAAAAAADXQ/MQ_S49WpFPk/s1600/P8102665.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbgqFmS_awA/TkOKIIahNzI/AAAAAAAADXQ/MQ_S49WpFPk/s400/P8102665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639503030700291890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zoe and Melvin flying.........and Steph just being extra, hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WudY0p1LJjQ/TkOKH7-FFHI/AAAAAAAADXI/OlYbjBYHsn0/s1600/P8102670.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WudY0p1LJjQ/TkOKH7-FFHI/AAAAAAAADXI/OlYbjBYHsn0/s400/P8102670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639503027359782002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OBNqFWDyr2o/TkOKHuM2tpI/AAAAAAAADXA/IuC8kAsHGTk/s1600/P8102671.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OBNqFWDyr2o/TkOKHuM2tpI/AAAAAAAADXA/IuC8kAsHGTk/s400/P8102671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639503023663658642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fDt0JUbRHDk/TkOJSBs_b2I/AAAAAAAADW4/3EPyR35cjW4/s1600/P8102672.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fDt0JUbRHDk/TkOJSBs_b2I/AAAAAAAADW4/3EPyR35cjW4/s400/P8102672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639502101185785698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2lUuhiSygM/TkOJR4qX3mI/AAAAAAAADWw/Upe6SlMhId8/s1600/P8102674.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2lUuhiSygM/TkOJR4qX3mI/AAAAAAAADWw/Upe6SlMhId8/s400/P8102674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639502098758884962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIHRrIfs3FE/TkOJRhD_H3I/AAAAAAAADWo/Hc_RpDibQcE/s1600/P8102685.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIHRrIfs3FE/TkOJRhD_H3I/AAAAAAAADWo/Hc_RpDibQcE/s400/P8102685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639502092423864178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpcqwDcayfQ/TkOJResKN9I/AAAAAAAADWg/llgg1n4frpM/s1600/P8102690.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpcqwDcayfQ/TkOJResKN9I/AAAAAAAADWg/llgg1n4frpM/s400/P8102690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639502091787057106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WlxiFA_L8_Y/TkOJRH6dm5I/AAAAAAAADWY/dzY5PBfNcK0/s1600/P8102692.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WlxiFA_L8_Y/TkOJRH6dm5I/AAAAAAAADWY/dzY5PBfNcK0/s400/P8102692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639502085673032594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jean, Alisa and Melvin flying. And me just watching because I'm too scared to lift one feet from the ground haha :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N51sTBrAy8U/TkOHv41hCoI/AAAAAAAADWQ/h8j6xPTLaKY/s1600/P8102694.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N51sTBrAy8U/TkOHv41hCoI/AAAAAAAADWQ/h8j6xPTLaKY/s400/P8102694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639500415178443394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess what this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ySCsK6BaEcg/TkOHvh3uKmI/AAAAAAAADWI/hc-hcqLz-zQ/s1600/P8102695.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ySCsK6BaEcg/TkOHvh3uKmI/AAAAAAAADWI/hc-hcqLz-zQ/s400/P8102695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639500409013676642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's actually supposed to spell "L-O-V-E" and Alisa being a heartshape, if you can't tell. Heehee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CFI6V1Kz5FA/TkOHvQ4TiaI/AAAAAAAADWA/-AeZP2WVpTQ/s1600/P8102697.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CFI6V1Kz5FA/TkOHvQ4TiaI/AAAAAAAADWA/-AeZP2WVpTQ/s400/P8102697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639500404452723106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UyZ76Sl-Sa0/TkOHvMJrsaI/AAAAAAAADV4/3Z8f3dYCwF4/s1600/P8102698.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UyZ76Sl-Sa0/TkOHvMJrsaI/AAAAAAAADV4/3Z8f3dYCwF4/s400/P8102698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639500403183432098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My long arms (and awesome camera) managed to take 5 of us in a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rXrGISrYCEE/TkOHvJb6m9I/AAAAAAAADVw/_MTgdnJT47o/s1600/P8102703.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rXrGISrYCEE/TkOHvJb6m9I/AAAAAAAADVw/_MTgdnJT47o/s400/P8102703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639500402454600658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After ice-skating, we headed to ZamZam at Arab street for dinner. Imran drove so some of the girls (me, jean, denise and grace) enjoyed a car ride while the rest took the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and Xiaoxiang (Daryl) joined us for dinner! Vighnesh left to meet his ftb group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bh0znQzyGqM/TkOGtaacqJI/AAAAAAAADVo/rTfCZg7J6OY/s400/P8102709.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639499273140480146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We reached ZamZam, only to see that it was full house :/ We noticed a strange thing though. Most of the people there had their food heaped on a plate infront of them, piping hot and with aroma wafting past their nostrils, yet they sat back in their seats, leaving the food totally untouched. Then we realized that they were Muslims waiting for 7pm to come so that they can break their fast. Poor people, I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of food when I'm starving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the end we walked to 1 Liang Seah Street(near Bugis) and settled at a Thai/Chinese cuisine restaurant for dinner. The food we ordered was more Chinese than Thai though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHYfvQls8EQ/TkOGtDLHEPI/AAAAAAAADVg/fJTm9frW4c0/s1600/P8102716.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHYfvQls8EQ/TkOGtDLHEPI/AAAAAAAADVg/fJTm9frW4c0/s400/P8102716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639499266902135026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h_ZQ-EtPtt8/TkOGs9sAeXI/AAAAAAAADVY/9T24ud8JtZE/s1600/P8102721.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h_ZQ-EtPtt8/TkOGs9sAeXI/AAAAAAAADVY/9T24ud8JtZE/s400/P8102721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639499265429502322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grace and Jean wanted to take a picture then they both leaned in at the same time and bumped into each others heads HAHA. my cute friends :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--I4Cu4SGawY/TkOGsn0btlI/AAAAAAAADVQ/Gc0Yz1R5yOQ/s1600/P8102723.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--I4Cu4SGawY/TkOGsn0btlI/AAAAAAAADVQ/Gc0Yz1R5yOQ/s400/P8102723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639499259559261778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alisa taking a picture of me taking a picture of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RtVdsMS3xO4/TkOGsbEcYzI/AAAAAAAADVI/byaorbZs2Q4/s1600/P8102730.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RtVdsMS3xO4/TkOGsbEcYzI/AAAAAAAADVI/byaorbZs2Q4/s400/P8102730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639499256136753970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wee Liang and Denise! Wee Liang finally joined us! Like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IxPpEZqssCA/TkOFY-kMCdI/AAAAAAAADVA/OwRawb0gGuc/s1600/P8102740.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IxPpEZqssCA/TkOFY-kMCdI/AAAAAAAADVA/OwRawb0gGuc/s400/P8102740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639497822556129746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I only managed to take pictures of 2 dishes (because our table was so damn long). This is the breaded cereal prawns! DAMN GOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWfUznTNHgs/TkOFYhzBW6I/AAAAAAAADU4/XBaM1Dvm7hY/s1600/P8102741.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWfUznTNHgs/TkOFYhzBW6I/AAAAAAAADU4/XBaM1Dvm7hY/s400/P8102741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639497814833716130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kai lan. There were also sambal kangkong, honey-glazed chicken, hotplate tofu, green curry chicken, pineapple rice and tom yam soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3n-kBpEK-qg/TkOFYglyPBI/AAAAAAAADUw/ZoO3o1GuSqc/s1600/P8102743.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3n-kBpEK-qg/TkOFYglyPBI/AAAAAAAADUw/ZoO3o1GuSqc/s400/P8102743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639497814509763602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played "zong ji mi ma" with the leftover food so that we could finish the food heh. As you can see, the spoonfuls of food is for the loser^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uvVCXAxFyY/TkOFYX2HMBI/AAAAAAAADUo/JcXTFXLdFjA/s1600/P8102747.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uvVCXAxFyY/TkOFYX2HMBI/AAAAAAAADUo/JcXTFXLdFjA/s400/P8102747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639497812162326546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They poured this chilli sauce on my plate. It's the punishment for blur people who play the game wrongly :( I didn't eat the chilli sauce of course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-iOdZ8h7eQ/TkOFYIwnm4I/AAAAAAAADUg/Pnhvu5f1gwo/s1600/P8102749.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-iOdZ8h7eQ/TkOFYIwnm4I/AAAAAAAADUg/Pnhvu5f1gwo/s400/P8102749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639497808112753538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner we still had stomach-space so we walked over to Swirt @rt for frozen yogurt!!^^ Our second round of froyo for the day. Did I mention that after lunch at 313 we went to Cineleisure for froyo from Frolick? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RPxQrdDLBPM/TkOEWhh-QpI/AAAAAAAADUY/L1JKEtucJ84/s1600/P8102750.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RPxQrdDLBPM/TkOEWhh-QpI/AAAAAAAADUY/L1JKEtucJ84/s400/P8102750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639496680890843794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my pastel-coloured designed yogurt. So pretty right ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJu1KMR8KSo/TkOEWO9DoMI/AAAAAAAADUQ/o-_KXmR2vGA/s1600/P8102751.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJu1KMR8KSo/TkOEWO9DoMI/AAAAAAAADUQ/o-_KXmR2vGA/s400/P8102751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639496675904168130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7dZUBQiBt4s/TkOEV5snF_I/AAAAAAAADUI/bnVCJlyQbwY/s1600/P8102753.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7dZUBQiBt4s/TkOEV5snF_I/AAAAAAAADUI/bnVCJlyQbwY/s400/P8102753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639496670198044658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justin and his measly yogurt hahahaha. I think his yogurt cost less than $2?? While we were sampling the different flavours of frozen yogurt, he went to the toppings counter and asked the girl at the counter if he could sample the grapes HAHAHAHAHAH. The girl gave him a weird look and said,"Why??That's so weird!!!!" He replied,"To see if they are sweet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH too cool, Justin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh by the way, if you think Wee Liang was late, Justin actually joined us the latest. He joined us during dinner and he was like a hungry ghost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hv0VU8q6yOI/TkOEVif_thI/AAAAAAAADUA/KzzxTEfFimw/s1600/P8102754.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hv0VU8q6yOI/TkOEVif_thI/AAAAAAAADUA/KzzxTEfFimw/s400/P8102754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639496663971116562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Denise's froyo next to mine. She's crazy about having Oreos in her froyo. There was so much Oreo bits that she finished her yogurt and there STILL were Oreos in her cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWp9q2Kce0/TkOEVWr0tiI/AAAAAAAADT4/pwx4IPjiBo4/s1600/P8102756.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWp9q2Kce0/TkOEVWr0tiI/AAAAAAAADT4/pwx4IPjiBo4/s400/P8102756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639496660799501858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo5qVoQMqOg/TkODSMCLT4I/AAAAAAAADTw/3WaktN--VkY/s1600/P8102763-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wo5qVoQMqOg/TkODSMCLT4I/AAAAAAAADTw/3WaktN--VkY/s400/P8102763-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639495506889232258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alisa doing an Imran, hee ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked back to Arab Street to shisha after dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shisha dries my throat a lot, plus I suck at it. No matter how hard I inhale(I decided it would be a better word instead of "suck"), I can only produce a measly small puff of smoke. Unlike Imran, who produced huge white engulfing clouds everything he exhaled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hvt-11d0F7Y/TkODSIhV52I/AAAAAAAADTo/Jayy6jWblTw/s1600/P8112772.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hvt-11d0F7Y/TkODSIhV52I/AAAAAAAADTo/Jayy6jWblTw/s400/P8112772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639495505946208098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oien1AgWFM0/TkODR0jXDRI/AAAAAAAADTg/Zja74h0GoVE/s1600/P8112775.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oien1AgWFM0/TkODR0jXDRI/AAAAAAAADTg/Zja74h0GoVE/s400/P8112775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639495500585962770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uufWIyJWAuA/TkODRtIqxQI/AAAAAAAADTY/bohATFAmH08/s1600/P8112778.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uufWIyJWAuA/TkODRtIqxQI/AAAAAAAADTY/bohATFAmH08/s400/P8112778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639495498594960642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close-up of Imran........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cArzEoX51jA/TkODRXYSIMI/AAAAAAAADTQ/TWre31Pc_dg/s1600/P8112778-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cArzEoX51jA/TkODRXYSIMI/AAAAAAAADTQ/TWre31Pc_dg/s400/P8112778-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639495492754874562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They say I'm evil, HAHA ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZ5eLbe3l0o/TkOCgMg39vI/AAAAAAAADTI/rlPlFJxSriU/s1600/P8112781.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JZ5eLbe3l0o/TkOCgMg39vI/AAAAAAAADTI/rlPlFJxSriU/s400/P8112781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639494648024528626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qN5pkf5CAYE/TkOCfm3ulYI/AAAAAAAADS4/wTcBn3oDh04/s1600/P8112791.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qN5pkf5CAYE/TkOCfm3ulYI/AAAAAAAADS4/wTcBn3oDh04/s400/P8112791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639494637919835522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not all of us shisha-ed, some had beer. We just chilled, talked and camwhored more, yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PB4C6dGT8Ig/TkOCfR8kUfI/AAAAAAAADSw/ze6dqbDCmGo/s1600/P8112798.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PB4C6dGT8Ig/TkOCfR8kUfI/AAAAAAAADSw/ze6dqbDCmGo/s400/P8112798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639494632302989810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FeHCAYI-w3E/TkOCfRsD-vI/AAAAAAAADSo/l3Hd9u1S8Ok/s1600/P8112805.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FeHCAYI-w3E/TkOCfRsD-vI/AAAAAAAADSo/l3Hd9u1S8Ok/s400/P8112805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639494632233761522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denise and I thought of heading to Zouk after that (because Kim, Cherie and Richie were there), but I decided to go home in the end since I wasn't dressed to club. Plus ice-skating was really tiring (for me) so it was good to sleep early^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-4775567179967024781?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/4775567179967024781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=4775567179967024781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/4775567179967024781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/4775567179967024781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/08/chicago-should-have-went-to-zoo.html' title='CHICAGO should have went to the zoo'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gD60Qsje8WQ/TkONOTb3OFI/AAAAAAAADZQ/TJe85IMk6Hc/s72-c/P8102602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-7017877142199399242</id><published>2011-08-02T16:13:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T18:31:40.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like my beat fast and my bass down low</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've been down with a terrible flu for the whole of today. Sniffling... Blowing into tissues... Sneezing... Wheezing... My voice sounds so choked and nazzle now I sound like a diseased dying cat. And next to my laptop is a heap of slimy, germy, mucus-filled tissues. I hate the feeling of being sick :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm using my new laptop today! :D Last week I blew $1391 on a Toshiba laptop at the PC fair held in school. There were only a few brands to pick from at the fair; Apple (Mac books), Fujitsu (tablet), Acer and Toshiba. So few right :/ Everyone's getting a Mac book and it seems pretty cool, so zen and sleek-looking.......but I don't think I have a special need/preference for it, plus this poor girl here wants to save money haha. Acer's TimelineX looks good too but apparently it spoils easily I heard, according to friends I've consulted. Thus I decided to get the Toshiba Portege R830 :D It's only 1.40kg!! yay light-weight ftw^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyway, here are some photos from Bondue run 1/Arts camp!! I managed to get them from fb hehehe. Zoe even uploaded videos taken at some of the workshops we had at Arts camp. The "Haila Hotsa" dance (a Phillipino tribal dance) one cracked me up like crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not a lot photos from Bondue though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eqJWD746KY0/Tje2vGFsFEI/AAAAAAAADSY/Dk-LHzazFPw/s1600/262843_10150252141718876_696908875_7677667_1507668_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636174378882044994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eqJWD746KY0/Tje2vGFsFEI/AAAAAAAADSY/Dk-LHzazFPw/s400/262843_10150252141718876_696908875_7677667_1507668_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; This was during the dirty games on the second day! (On the first day we went to Sentosa and played a lot of games that involved the sand and sea :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The second day saw us rolling in mud, doing cheers while lying down in the mud, gliding on our bellies through mud and red bull, crashing into a pool full of redbull/soy sauce/chilli sauce/honey stars/mud/flour/leftover bee hoon from breakfast to find items, playing Captain's Ball with a RAW SQUID (damn smelly i ran away), passing polo mints to each other with our mouths, wrestling with mayonaise and chilli sauce on our arms, clapping as loudly as we can with mayonaise and chilli sauce on our palms, face-diving into a basin of flour and water to find sausages, throwing water bombs at each other, running away from people holding the super-soaker water gun..... = FUN :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n45VWYeusNk/Tje2u_RtC9I/AAAAAAAADSQ/t8-N3uE3VbE/s1600/284973_10150252139993876_696908875_7677643_6733292_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636174377053391826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n45VWYeusNk/Tje2u_RtC9I/AAAAAAAADSQ/t8-N3uE3VbE/s400/284973_10150252139993876_696908875_7677643_6733292_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R5FfYe4E2eQ/Tje2uxXLE0I/AAAAAAAADSI/OU9WMV_sDfE/s1600/251578_10150252143198876_696908875_7677687_7004543_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636174373318234946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R5FfYe4E2eQ/Tje2uxXLE0I/AAAAAAAADSI/OU9WMV_sDfE/s400/251578_10150252143198876_696908875_7677687_7004543_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; This is my group!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We're group 4 and we thought of names like 4 o' clock (lame), Fourmidable (lame), and then Sufen randomly said "foreplay" so yeah, the name stuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;FOURPLAY HAHAHAHAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zEutuPlebEY/Tje2uuiVScI/AAAAAAAADSA/OGIFy6TNxQY/s1600/285248_10150252137163876_696908875_7677610_202412_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636174372559735234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zEutuPlebEY/Tje2uuiVScI/AAAAAAAADSA/OGIFy6TNxQY/s400/285248_10150252137163876_696908875_7677610_202412_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had alcohol and played drinking games on the second night. There wasn't much drama in my room.... We didn't have anyone drunk-stripping or making out. But we had people in two ponytails like a looney doing cartwheels, forward-rolls, jumpjacks and push-ups HAHA. And people making bold and kinky confessions before during a game of "I Never" HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The facils went to get more bottles of vodka and scotch when we ran out of drinks! So nice of them :') Thank god I didn't get too drunk/do anything stupid that night. If I did anything stupid infront of everyone even before school starts, I'd probably transfer away to another school haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now for Arts camp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;CHICAGO(my group) iz awesome!^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This was during the drama workshop, we acted out an edited version of Little Red Riding Hood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our theme was "Mafia" and "Photoshoot". (Spot me posing like a diva hahahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OSj3dS2ltD8/Tje1d5jLjSI/AAAAAAAADR4/xEEoHyDpQC0/s1600/250042_10150249726491360_569826359_7976034_1821162_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636172983946677538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OSj3dS2ltD8/Tje1d5jLjSI/AAAAAAAADR4/xEEoHyDpQC0/s400/250042_10150249726491360_569826359_7976034_1821162_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXvwVppXqGM/Tje1doocpKI/AAAAAAAADRw/bNU4O_ejD-k/s1600/223817_10150249724321360_569826359_7975978_478213_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636172979405366434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXvwVppXqGM/Tje1doocpKI/AAAAAAAADRw/bNU4O_ejD-k/s400/223817_10150249724321360_569826359_7975978_478213_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Hotsa dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1tAHE4Vb9jU/Tje1draK8fI/AAAAAAAADRo/jQr-S0fWoqE/s1600/270029_10150249727111360_569826359_7976043_126531_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636172980150792690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1tAHE4Vb9jU/Tje1draK8fI/AAAAAAAADRo/jQr-S0fWoqE/s400/270029_10150249727111360_569826359_7976043_126531_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; The cheerleading workshop! I was really scared to climb on top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SiTeS-3VyLA/Tje03wdpyWI/AAAAAAAADRg/-e0uXdsC03s/s1600/252112_10150249729741360_569826359_7976086_1463266_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636172328672545122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SiTeS-3VyLA/Tje03wdpyWI/AAAAAAAADRg/-e0uXdsC03s/s400/252112_10150249729741360_569826359_7976086_1463266_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Grace and I being awesome tops :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWnYaXbNqD4/Tje03vktqvI/AAAAAAAADRY/-pigzSmDThQ/s1600/284279_10150249729821360_569826359_7976088_2231914_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636172328433724146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gWnYaXbNqD4/Tje03vktqvI/AAAAAAAADRY/-pigzSmDThQ/s400/284279_10150249729821360_569826359_7976088_2231914_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; To experienced cheerleaders, this pose may be a piece of cake to them, since it's only double-tier. But I was petrified when I was standing up there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;SCAREDOFHEIGHTSKAY, my legs were trembling. Didn't scream though (ACT BRAVE^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-acz-QcgoKog/Tje03lMVghI/AAAAAAAADRQ/pJooIYdnHvI/s1600/284974_10150249730466360_569826359_7976100_701000_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636172325647122962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-acz-QcgoKog/Tje03lMVghI/AAAAAAAADRQ/pJooIYdnHvI/s400/284974_10150249730466360_569826359_7976100_701000_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Proud of our pyramid pose! I think we're all natural cheerleaders heh (y) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xlRGDxbnois/Tje03YNJ3tI/AAAAAAAADRI/SfIGGRpFHwY/s1600/251406_10150249731071360_569826359_7976109_750663_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636172322160893650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xlRGDxbnois/Tje03YNJ3tI/AAAAAAAADRI/SfIGGRpFHwY/s400/251406_10150249731071360_569826359_7976109_750663_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; We also had workshops for Latin dance, Salsa, Hiphop, Comtemporary dance, Acapella singing (which we failed at HAHA), Samba Masala (it's like tribal percussion, kinda' thing), chinese percussion, broadcast and entertainment...... and I can't remember what else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8mmKRJUChg0/Tje03QNP3xI/AAAAAAAADRA/mGsEXcGuKQU/s1600/285348_10150249737071360_569826359_7976229_4858494_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636172320013803282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8mmKRJUChg0/Tje03QNP3xI/AAAAAAAADRA/mGsEXcGuKQU/s400/285348_10150249737071360_569826359_7976229_4858494_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Night games were super fun/hilarious (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_EYeseuUncY/Tje0B25EFSI/AAAAAAAADQ4/mfLpzywVFUY/s1600/284427_10150249736991360_569826359_7976228_785097_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636171402685191458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_EYeseuUncY/Tje0B25EFSI/AAAAAAAADQ4/mfLpzywVFUY/s400/284427_10150249736991360_569826359_7976228_785097_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-18uthq2mczM/Tje0B0PeBZI/AAAAAAAADQw/kBwg0hE-yxs/s1600/268796_10150250219251360_569826359_7982596_7684646_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636171401973859730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-18uthq2mczM/Tje0B0PeBZI/AAAAAAAADQw/kBwg0hE-yxs/s400/268796_10150250219251360_569826359_7982596_7684646_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixdvXK170ac/Tje0BuykXGI/AAAAAAAADQo/WepXxFvy_F0/s1600/281728_10150249733071360_569826359_7976150_2035704_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636171400510463074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixdvXK170ac/Tje0BuykXGI/AAAAAAAADQo/WepXxFvy_F0/s400/281728_10150249733071360_569826359_7976150_2035704_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; On the first night, Chicago stayed up till 4am having htht over Macdelivery! Slept for like 2 and a half hours and we were up for day 2. I was seriously sleep-deprived, ohgod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And on the second night, we all headed to Soul to club! (for free somemore HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Grace, Alisa and I were made to participate in the fashion walk at Soul for the online apparel shop, Static Fumes. I somehow won 3rd in the walk, Grace won 2nd and Shu Ying won :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3cFkMoz0JlY/Tje0BuQq1FI/AAAAAAAADQg/CXaj8gjUlHM/s1600/271932_10150322212270149_547710148_9749717_5447120_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636171400368280658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3cFkMoz0JlY/Tje0BuQq1FI/AAAAAAAADQg/CXaj8gjUlHM/s400/271932_10150322212270149_547710148_9749717_5447120_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sgO5sSRjQWk/Tje0BcH9PmI/AAAAAAAADQY/qtI8feCVeNA/s1600/278650_10150322212150149_547710148_9749715_1422817_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636171395499900514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sgO5sSRjQWk/Tje0BcH9PmI/AAAAAAAADQY/qtI8feCVeNA/s400/278650_10150322212150149_547710148_9749715_1422817_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Grace, Alisa and I were fucking sober though because we didn't drink at all that night. Our group finished a bottle without us when we were at Soul rehearsing for the walk :( Everyone was rosy and grinning and we were like,"MEHHHHHHHHHH no fair we wanna drink toozz :( "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We ordered 2 jugs of cranberry vodka to share though but obviously it wasn't enough to get us high. But it's okay, we still had fun! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I danced and jumped around in my grey wedges; it was pretty scary, I kept feeling like I was gonna fall off the stage D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Slept for 3 hours on the second night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;more workshops on the third day! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1yFecxWCak/Tjey_vxHu2I/AAAAAAAADQQ/lFqH0Zw1Y2k/s1600/223046_10150250220241360_569826359_7982609_5651071_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636170266901461858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1yFecxWCak/Tjey_vxHu2I/AAAAAAAADQQ/lFqH0Zw1Y2k/s400/223046_10150250220241360_569826359_7982609_5651071_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q7jau0SewmA/Tjey_s_HgiI/AAAAAAAADQI/gNs8rGtxFBc/s1600/267371_10150250223341360_569826359_7982653_7533461_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636170266154861090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q7jau0SewmA/Tjey_s_HgiI/AAAAAAAADQI/gNs8rGtxFBc/s400/267371_10150250223341360_569826359_7982653_7533461_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; Breakfast on the third day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cupcakes from Baked by Lace and sandwiches from Simply Sandwich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh did I mention that food at Arts camp was damn awesome? no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had Boon Tong Kee chicken rice, Botak Jones, bubble tea from ShareTea, macarons, donuts from J.co, chicken wings, buffets.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzoM4j5a5vg/Tjey_XFsaMI/AAAAAAAADQA/MLJf6VX4Xws/s1600/249306_10150250215141360_569826359_7982546_3148769_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636170260276865218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzoM4j5a5vg/Tjey_XFsaMI/AAAAAAAADQA/MLJf6VX4Xws/s400/249306_10150250215141360_569826359_7982546_3148769_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; We played the animal version of Concentration after breakfast and my animal was a hippo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This was my hippo action. My group won't let me forget it :c &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TqsGGU34xo/Tjey_Ysx_6I/AAAAAAAADP4/_TFRWn7pz8A/s1600/282136_10150250215536360_569826359_7982550_278456_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636170260709244834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TqsGGU34xo/Tjey_Ysx_6I/AAAAAAAADP4/_TFRWn7pz8A/s400/282136_10150250215536360_569826359_7982550_278456_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; Denise and Vighnesh doing a forfeit. Vicky looks like a sleeping flamingo here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ip_fDPAsrGs/Tjey_N-upfI/AAAAAAAADPw/T4gqlFxkS-E/s1600/282406_10150250215871360_569826359_7982553_5594097_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636170257831732722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ip_fDPAsrGs/Tjey_N-upfI/AAAAAAAADPw/T4gqlFxkS-E/s400/282406_10150250215871360_569826359_7982553_5594097_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iLTkW7m1KFo/TjeySqTGqtI/AAAAAAAADPo/2uRlpm9oAQ4/s1600/228976_10150249734866360_569826359_7976186_6620802_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636169492339272402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iLTkW7m1KFo/TjeySqTGqtI/AAAAAAAADPo/2uRlpm9oAQ4/s400/228976_10150249734866360_569826359_7976186_6620802_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-crmEQizg5Ao/TjeySgfT7UI/AAAAAAAADPg/ROP-vuYBqqI/s1600/284796_10150250220791360_569826359_7982617_2151230_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636169489706118466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-crmEQizg5Ao/TjeySgfT7UI/AAAAAAAADPg/ROP-vuYBqqI/s400/284796_10150250220791360_569826359_7982617_2151230_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnJJM7HbNWE/TjeySfxWXCI/AAAAAAAADPY/BdBPnlaWzsY/s1600/283206_10150250222721360_569826359_7982645_1073246_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636169489513339938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnJJM7HbNWE/TjeySfxWXCI/AAAAAAAADPY/BdBPnlaWzsY/s400/283206_10150250222721360_569826359_7982645_1073246_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636169486936796114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y5S173pwJGc/TjeySWLDa9I/AAAAAAAADPQ/n5Sd06Azjfw/s400/282116_10150250224146360_569826359_7982662_2023587_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uimPvGFtr6w/TjeySGe59HI/AAAAAAAADPI/MbVWEMrFq14/s1600/198728_10150239713411736_720506735_7786594_154944_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636169482725094514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uimPvGFtr6w/TjeySGe59HI/AAAAAAAADPI/MbVWEMrFq14/s400/198728_10150239713411736_720506735_7786594_154944_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOOOOOOOOOOO CHICAGOOOOOOOOO!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/11847699-7017877142199399242?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/7017877142199399242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=7017877142199399242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7017877142199399242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7017877142199399242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-like-my-beat-fast-and-my-bass-down.html' title='I like my beat fast and my bass down low'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eqJWD746KY0/Tje2vGFsFEI/AAAAAAAADSY/Dk-LHzazFPw/s72-c/262843_10150252141718876_696908875_7677667_1507668_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-2651088712232244295</id><published>2011-07-28T00:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T16:25:25.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTS CAMP 2011</title><content type='html'>Hi world I'm back from Bondue run 1 and ARTS CAMP!&lt;div&gt;6 days of camping in a row is pretty hardcore but freaking awesome (even though I only had less than 4 hours of sleep each day).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arts camp = lots of dancing + acting + singing + retardedly hilarious games + awesome group (CHICAGO) + awesome facis = fun :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta say that arts camp &amp;gt; bondue! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After being in school for 6 days, I oddly find myself feeling weird to be back at home. It's the "awwwwwwwww! :/" feeling when a ride at a theme park is over. The energy and vibrancy experienced at the camps have gotten me all hyped up and excited for school. Even though I'm really knocked out and stoned now, I wish I signed up for more camps, because I'll only get to be a freshman once. Next year I will no longer have this privilege to attend as a camper :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I get to sleep on my bed again after sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag for 6 days. Need sleep super badly so goodnight naooooooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-2651088712232244295?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/2651088712232244295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=2651088712232244295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2651088712232244295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2651088712232244295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/07/hi-world-im-back-from-bondue-run-1-and.html' title='ARTS CAMP 2011'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-2293695124092419443</id><published>2011-07-21T00:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T01:03:12.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just done with my online application for SMU Study Loan! It's kinda' a load of my mind yay :) OASIS was being a pain in the ass though; it logged me off twice when I was halfway through my application because of a few minutes of inactivity (for security reasons blahblah). And I had to re-type everything again, UGHHHHHH. I should be heading down to school tomorrow to submit my supporting documents since I'll be away for 2 camps from 22nd-27th July. And the application period closes on 31 July.&lt;div&gt;I've got so many things to do tomorrow! Submit my documents, head down to Serangoon Nex because I left my card reader at the photobooth today, head to Bishan to print out my indemnity form for camp (because my printer is down), wash my bunnies and PACK FOR CAMP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;busybusybusybusybusyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and, Ballooning Blitz (the csp that I'm involved in this year) is currently having our event at Serangoon Nex! We used about 40, 000 balloons to make a landscape themed The Enchanted Castle. (Not easy lor, we stayed up overnight at Nex to make everything last Sunday. I got home at 8am on Monday and I was so tired I slept till 6pm LOL.)  There's a carriage, a unicorn, trees, a fountain, a pond(with cute frogs and lotuses) ALL made out of balloons there! At the finale (24th July) there will be a king, a prince, a princess and a knight made up of balloons there too I think. We're selling sculpted balloons, holding balloon-sculpting workshops and we also have a photo-booth for people to take a photograph with our lovely balloon carriage there! All proceeds are for charity (for single-parent families and ECSS) so yeah do go down and support this week! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday, I went for my pre-university medical check-up at Raffles Hospital with Kimberly. The doctor said there's a ejection systolic murmur in my heartbeat, which is an abnormal sign. Sigh I have to be referred to a cardiologist to see exactly what's wrong with me :/ This came as a surprise to me because I (thought) I've always been healthy and my parents do not have anything wrong with their hearts. Anyway, I've got an appointment with the cardiologist at TTSH scheduled in September. Sheesh, September.......when it's july now -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After which I met Peggy, Christina and Jean for dinner! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We had dinner at MOF Izakaya at Bugis. We didn't eat much though because we weren't really hungry, (plus I was on a budget! Sorry luh people poor now :( ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HgvgiGQ2ItI/TicAFqwoDoI/AAAAAAAADPA/l8jMikBf6Z4/s1600/P7142450.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HgvgiGQ2ItI/TicAFqwoDoI/AAAAAAAADPA/l8jMikBf6Z4/s400/P7142450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631469956427681410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qZSZPZ13yhc/Tib_KTnL7JI/AAAAAAAADO4/3NHt_eCnMn8/s1600/P7142454.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qZSZPZ13yhc/Tib_KTnL7JI/AAAAAAAADO4/3NHt_eCnMn8/s400/P7142454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631468936601791634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OBAaK3uBWo/Tib_KErfMJI/AAAAAAAADOw/ifPZezsldtk/s1600/P7142455.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OBAaK3uBWo/Tib_KErfMJI/AAAAAAAADOw/ifPZezsldtk/s400/P7142455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631468932593299602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KMsl1mnoeis/Tib_J_Gw-vI/AAAAAAAADOo/IUL_I0c7cCI/s1600/P7152460.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KMsl1mnoeis/Tib_J_Gw-vI/AAAAAAAADOo/IUL_I0c7cCI/s400/P7152460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631468931097098994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jean turned up in her glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bfcne5q4-mI/Tib_Joh1uQI/AAAAAAAADOg/0i_U0Fvxa_M/s1600/P7152465.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bfcne5q4-mI/Tib_Joh1uQI/AAAAAAAADOg/0i_U0Fvxa_M/s400/P7152465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631468925036640514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Expect some cam-whoring, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhQVYKXBvIk/Tib_JeN7R0I/AAAAAAAADOY/TJEuGkCSNvE/s1600/P7152476.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhQVYKXBvIk/Tib_JeN7R0I/AAAAAAAADOY/TJEuGkCSNvE/s400/P7152476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631468922268763970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zJkuuf_m-E/Tib-JfOx5eI/AAAAAAAADOQ/J9UxdBaCAKo/s1600/P7152481.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zJkuuf_m-E/Tib-JfOx5eI/AAAAAAAADOQ/J9UxdBaCAKo/s400/P7152481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631467823029151202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We shared a huge bowl of frozen yogurt at Swirl after that. Their frozen yogurt IZ AWESOMEEEEEEEEEE! :O And there's loads of flavours. I think we tried a bit of everything except the peanut butter one, because peanut butter yogurt sounds kinda' weird O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pardon the random auntie in the picture lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EqjHAIk5PcA/Tib-I4HhFGI/AAAAAAAADOI/ZHOyEIlyYGg/s1600/P7152482.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EqjHAIk5PcA/Tib-I4HhFGI/AAAAAAAADOI/ZHOyEIlyYGg/s400/P7152482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631467812529706082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvo2WsRx5yE/Tib-IjMX0KI/AAAAAAAADOA/LtNxFAnR3RQ/s1600/P7152484.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvo2WsRx5yE/Tib-IjMX0KI/AAAAAAAADOA/LtNxFAnR3RQ/s400/P7152484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631467806912925858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bowl doesn't look very huge but we were pretty full after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sajcEMktHz0/Tib-IP75EyI/AAAAAAAADN4/R-IX_7jMmJg/s1600/P7152490.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sajcEMktHz0/Tib-IP75EyI/AAAAAAAADN4/R-IX_7jMmJg/s400/P7152490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631467801743528738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yqMd1Ep8TK4/Tib-H37nvDI/AAAAAAAADNw/EcQYVcgRKDQ/s1600/P7152492.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yqMd1Ep8TK4/Tib-H37nvDI/AAAAAAAADNw/EcQYVcgRKDQ/s400/P7152492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631467795299941426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOEFxY-e5fI/Tib80NYaWLI/AAAAAAAADNc/Jc2JrKQWnWI/s1600/P7152509.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gOEFxY-e5fI/Tib80NYaWLI/AAAAAAAADNc/Jc2JrKQWnWI/s400/P7152509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631466357948831922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eNHjnVEwhkM/Tib8zqUikNI/AAAAAAAADNU/bAK4A7rNJP8/s1600/P7152515.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eNHjnVEwhkM/Tib8zqUikNI/AAAAAAAADNU/bAK4A7rNJP8/s400/P7152515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631466348537352402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random idea to pose like dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GIqTuO195zQ/Tib8zebjPeI/AAAAAAAADNM/WyHZXVmuKRA/s1600/P7152518.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GIqTuO195zQ/Tib8zebjPeI/AAAAAAAADNM/WyHZXVmuKRA/s400/P7152518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631466345345531362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N0EiW_mGKk8/Tib8zFGOrdI/AAAAAAAADNE/JkJzc3IEngc/s1600/P7152520.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N0EiW_mGKk8/Tib8zFGOrdI/AAAAAAAADNE/JkJzc3IEngc/s400/P7152520.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631466338545216978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay need to sleep now because it's gonna be a long day tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-2293695124092419443?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/2293695124092419443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=2293695124092419443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2293695124092419443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2293695124092419443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-just-done-with-my-online-application.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HgvgiGQ2ItI/TicAFqwoDoI/AAAAAAAADPA/l8jMikBf6Z4/s72-c/P7142450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-7502980395824609011</id><published>2011-07-10T23:43:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T17:02:24.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a Monday and I woke up at 2pm because my handphone ran out of battery so my mobile alarm didn't wake me up!! Anyway I slept in also because I had a pretty exciting (and retarded) dream heh :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dreamt I were an X-men with super powers! I could fly and I could burn things up. It felt really good because flying is exciting and I could fly over far distances. Like when a villain chased me, I flew across the sea :O It was actually pretty scary because I'm afraid of the sea/ocean, as in, being in the middle of the sea where my feet cannot feel any solid ground beneath me, and unknown hungry sea creatures lurk in the dark waters around me. When I was flying I was scared that I would become tired and lose energy and drop into the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also dreamt that there was this weirdo guy who knew me for a week and wanted to marry me?! Damn weird really. So I ran away from him (by flying across the sea LOL)..... turned out that he is some mutant WHO COULD FLY TOO and so he chased me! Then I landed on a ship and met this other good mutant who saw that I was in distress and told me where to hide. He also brought me to meet other mutants and I was like "Waowwww I'm part of X-men now" hahahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is really retarded, but I was introduced to "ass-cooking" in my dream. Some lady tried to sell me a kind of cream; you have to apply it all over your ass and cover your ass with a blanket. The cream will make your ass burn and it'll become so hot, you could cook eggs and meat patties on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE WHAT THE FUCK RIGHT HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay enough about my retarded dreams! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday Peggy celebrated her 19th birthday! :) Of all places, she decided to hold her birthday party AT MACDONALDS (The Macdonalds opposite her house), HAHA. It was kinda cute because we all became little kids again! We decorated our party hats and ate Happy Meals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JoUW3QUqgnE/ThnSgHsdLjI/AAAAAAAADM8/CwLJLYi-3i8/s1600/P7092323.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JoUW3QUqgnE/ThnSgHsdLjI/AAAAAAAADM8/CwLJLYi-3i8/s400/P7092323.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627760658639302194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at Junhui's cute M(M for Macdonalds) hairline heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sc0aWdy1j7M/ThnSfy0Rc0I/AAAAAAAADM0/ICgI7gBJv-k/s1600/P7092324.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sc0aWdy1j7M/ThnSfy0Rc0I/AAAAAAAADM0/ICgI7gBJv-k/s400/P7092324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627760653034943298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvzpRcHCpGc/ThnSfeUQ_XI/AAAAAAAADMs/JSsAgPlddjM/s1600/P7092334.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvzpRcHCpGc/ThnSfeUQ_XI/AAAAAAAADMs/JSsAgPlddjM/s400/P7092334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627760647531986290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzpIBigzMus/ThnRzXrqEPI/AAAAAAAADMk/XnbTX619DzM/s1600/P7092338.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzpIBigzMus/ThnRzXrqEPI/AAAAAAAADMk/XnbTX619DzM/s400/P7092338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627759889836806386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xavier and the birthday girl! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ljy6YBCGoQ/ThnRzKIhsnI/AAAAAAAADMc/TR6VsStV6ps/s1600/P7092340.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ljy6YBCGoQ/ThnRzKIhsnI/AAAAAAAADMc/TR6VsStV6ps/s400/P7092340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627759886199796338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PEGGY'S CUTE PIKACHU CAKE!!!!! Her friend (The owner of the online bakery,Shiberty's Sweets) baked this for her. It's a giant 3kg cake :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mkfiPo5i7HY/ThnRypEzNII/AAAAAAAADMU/FFnVXQW2928/s1600/P7092344.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mkfiPo5i7HY/ThnRypEzNII/AAAAAAAADMU/FFnVXQW2928/s400/P7092344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627759877325796482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peggy's Rivervalley friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c68gRQNLzx8/ThnRyJSna9I/AAAAAAAADMM/IKcNOHoUHtk/s1600/P7092346.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c68gRQNLzx8/ThnRyJSna9I/AAAAAAAADMM/IKcNOHoUHtk/s400/P7092346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627759868793809874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R-ElddrtNQ/ThnRxmN_poI/AAAAAAAADME/5wYPQ89aZ6k/s1600/P7092349.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5R-ElddrtNQ/ThnRxmN_poI/AAAAAAAADME/5wYPQ89aZ6k/s400/P7092349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627759859379185282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out Junhui's retarded face again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ef4VKEzJwsg/ThnQZuNcDVI/AAAAAAAADL8/hlXWs3Wt7Ik/s1600/P7092351.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ef4VKEzJwsg/ThnQZuNcDVI/AAAAAAAADL8/hlXWs3Wt7Ik/s400/P7092351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627758349695847762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We even played kiddy games at Macdonalds! There were 2 Macdonalds staff(they looked 4 or 5 years younger than us haha) who hosted the games for us. There was a game where we had to split into 2 groups and carry marbles with a small pair of tongs from one bucket to another, then hold hands and pass a hula-hoop through the human chain. The fastest group wins and gets a toy each, LOL. We also played musical chairs. It was funny to see us act like little kids eyeing the chairs and snatching for the seat whenever the music stopped!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the party at Macs we headed to club Avatar. Well actually we headed to the rooftop at Marina Square for drinks first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ez-j2QZuHo/ThnQZSX4YqI/AAAAAAAADL0/UqlOeyH07gc/s1600/P7102357.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ez-j2QZuHo/ThnQZSX4YqI/AAAAAAAADL0/UqlOeyH07gc/s400/P7102357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627758342223454882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu6kghiVQm0/ThnQZOAg07I/AAAAAAAADLs/iRCzu0UEusg/s1600/P7102366.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xu6kghiVQm0/ThnQZOAg07I/AAAAAAAADLs/iRCzu0UEusg/s400/P7102366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627758341051700146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WukO4d-1eI8/ThnQYuBNuOI/AAAAAAAADLk/oMEVhXKiEB4/s1600/P7102367.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WukO4d-1eI8/ThnQYuBNuOI/AAAAAAAADLk/oMEVhXKiEB4/s400/P7102367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627758332464707810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rooftop was so crowded because of us! Peggy invited many groups of friends; I think there were like, more than 30 of us there drinking and singing Happy Birthday to Peggy when midnight came. And yeap, after drinks we entered club Avatar! It was my first time there that night. Free entry for ladies on Saturday nights!Free flow of drinks for ladies until 2am too :) Junhui went home after the drinks at marina square though, because he was still sick and needed to rest :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jKe1jmkwv8/ThnQYH2J3nI/AAAAAAAADLc/ZvzLDWrX0VU/s1600/P7102377.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jKe1jmkwv8/ThnQYH2J3nI/AAAAAAAADLc/ZvzLDWrX0VU/s400/P7102377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627758322217770610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christina!! ^^ [insert heartshape]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KW2j5N_5HRg/ThnPI8y6XeI/AAAAAAAADLU/riJ9hINgLXY/s1600/P7102381.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KW2j5N_5HRg/ThnPI8y6XeI/AAAAAAAADLU/riJ9hINgLXY/s400/P7102381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627756962041716194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5lYERGZ2n0g/ThnPIVdo2bI/AAAAAAAADLM/lpYBWNV43Yw/s1600/P7102386.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5lYERGZ2n0g/ThnPIVdo2bI/AAAAAAAADLM/lpYBWNV43Yw/s400/P7102386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627756951483505074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WWxLxM9OgLg/ThnPIAF6rEI/AAAAAAAADLE/tzFFr6IcZrU/s1600/P7102391.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WWxLxM9OgLg/ThnPIAF6rEI/AAAAAAAADLE/tzFFr6IcZrU/s400/P7102391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627756945746865218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSXns8TCm-w/ThnPHoZDjlI/AAAAAAAADK8/uD8daJ-Sh1U/s1600/P7102394.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSXns8TCm-w/ThnPHoZDjlI/AAAAAAAADK8/uD8daJ-Sh1U/s400/P7102394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627756939384688210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe5bwKOZZsU/ThnPHB6k6yI/AAAAAAAADK0/GmOcJ8YTAx8/s1600/P7102397.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xe5bwKOZZsU/ThnPHB6k6yI/AAAAAAAADK0/GmOcJ8YTAx8/s400/P7102397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627756929056303906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wI1URwfcM84/ThnNBNuOhmI/AAAAAAAADKs/sODzfYquz8g/s1600/P7102411.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wI1URwfcM84/ThnNBNuOhmI/AAAAAAAADKs/sODzfYquz8g/s400/P7102411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627754630123259490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_pUqrwDnM4/ThnNA54HH1I/AAAAAAAADKk/Bl5hSwKAUoI/s1600/P7102423.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_pUqrwDnM4/ThnNA54HH1I/AAAAAAAADKk/Bl5hSwKAUoI/s400/P7102423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627754624796008274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aj9KnRGa1jU/ThnNAkGOPNI/AAAAAAAADKc/Yh59SsxqSiE/s1600/P7102432.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aj9KnRGa1jU/ThnNAkGOPNI/AAAAAAAADKc/Yh59SsxqSiE/s400/P7102432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627754618949614802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to Peggy, I was pretty drunk that night and she had to take care of me and send me home... sorry Peggy! But it was fun and we all enjoyed ourselves yay (y) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are some random long overdue pictures that I found in my camera! I always wanted to blog about events in detail but I'm always too busy/lazy :/ So here's a random mash of photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 3 Saturdays ago, I met up with Joanna and Lijie(my beloved Ham&amp;amp;Hippo friends) for a few hours for lunch and ice cream at Ajisen Ramen and Udders!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EBTBdtude8Q/ThnM_3o3X2I/AAAAAAAADKU/01Kzre6rUO0/s1600/P6242203.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EBTBdtude8Q/ThnM_3o3X2I/AAAAAAAADKU/01Kzre6rUO0/s400/P6242203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627754607015321442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cE_O24A3ziE/ThnM_oDta1I/AAAAAAAADKM/Rzcws_OKHCc/s1600/P6242204.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cE_O24A3ziE/ThnM_oDta1I/AAAAAAAADKM/Rzcws_OKHCc/s400/P6242204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627754602832948050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last time we met was about....2 years ago I think?! Or was it one year? I can't remember. But I really miss them a lot! And there was so much to catch up on. Too bad we only had a few hours because Lijie had to go for some job training and Jo had church :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GLv1yICjCHw/ThnLnpTh46I/AAAAAAAADKE/8VGrPwd98hU/s1600/P6242206.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GLv1yICjCHw/ThnLnpTh46I/AAAAAAAADKE/8VGrPwd98hU/s400/P6242206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627753091339248546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3C1KYeM9tQ/ThnLneIKH0I/AAAAAAAADJ8/1bS3bueRVoE/s1600/P6242210.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3C1KYeM9tQ/ThnLneIKH0I/AAAAAAAADJ8/1bS3bueRVoE/s400/P6242210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627753088338763586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ANOTHER MEETING SOON PLS :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Saturdays ago, Peggy, Kim and I went to SMU for Freshmen Day! We signed up for quite a lot of camps. I signed up for the Business camp and the Arts camp, which happened to be back to back with each other. Business camp run 1 is from 22nd-24th July and Arts camp is from 25th-27th July, I think I will be so worn out and tired D: But both sound so fun so I'm pretty pumped up and excited! Peggy and Kim signed up for the Sports camp......which sounds pretty hardcore. You even need to present your swimming certificate to qualify for the camp. I learnt swimming in Primary 3 and it's not even the life-saving type, it's just basic swimming skills to make sure that I won't drown in a pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH OH, I forgot to mention about my Freshmen Camp!!! It was from 29th June - 1st July. I don't have any photos from the camp because I didn't bring my camera along. The camp was pretty fun though! I had a cj girl(Weiyan! she was from T09, which was right next to my class T10 haha) and a st nicks girl (Jeslyn, my sec1 classmate!) in my group so I was pleasantly surprised to see some familiar faces in my group, and also in the camp :) My group named ourselves Aqua! It was supposed to be like, related to the colour blue, as we were in the blue clan (LEVANTE! :D). But everyone said it as "Ah gua", as in yknow.....the Thailand trannies. So we ended up making a joke out of the it haha! Like most of our cheers were "ah gua" related LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eg. "I'm a barbie boy, I can be your toy~. Made of plastic(points at boob area), it's fantastic. I'll give you a scare; show you my pubic haaair~" We were too embarrassed to cheer that aloud though LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our facilitators (Hann Khee and Vanessa) were awesome! :) our group loves them yay. Go AQUA! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went for lunch at Astons and shopped around after Freshmen day. I love how SMU is located in town and it's so convenient to get to Dhoby/Cathay for food and movies heh. The hippest school in town (like literally haha)! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peggy and Kim camwhoring in the toilet. Girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rir4ivHwTVs/ThnLnNYkGSI/AAAAAAAADJ0/LvD0dXYI15o/s1600/P7022239.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rir4ivHwTVs/ThnLnNYkGSI/AAAAAAAADJ0/LvD0dXYI15o/s400/P7022239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627753083844172066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at how mean they are to take unglam photos of me when I'm applying loose powder :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYaRcUq-JOs/ThnLmsWVB_I/AAAAAAAADJs/VHzZ3H2RTzg/s1600/P7022244.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYaRcUq-JOs/ThnLmsWVB_I/AAAAAAAADJs/VHzZ3H2RTzg/s400/P7022244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627753074976425970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NbmSM89lFwk/ThnLmfdPXHI/AAAAAAAADJk/p-AqVpbwnvs/s1600/P7022245.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NbmSM89lFwk/ThnLmfdPXHI/AAAAAAAADJk/p-AqVpbwnvs/s400/P7022245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627753071515753586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The vain girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tLh-7X-pnQ/ThnKUkydAWI/AAAAAAAADJc/rMWSTKoPkOs/s1600/P7032255.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6tLh-7X-pnQ/ThnKUkydAWI/AAAAAAAADJc/rMWSTKoPkOs/s400/P7032255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627751664197632354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zHIo8U85QM8/ThnKUZX95fI/AAAAAAAADJU/qn6-KhFa6wk/s1600/P7032281.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zHIo8U85QM8/ThnKUZX95fI/AAAAAAAADJU/qn6-KhFa6wk/s400/P7032281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627751661133751794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6_OsZJIQ5s/ThnKT8VpjyI/AAAAAAAADJM/KD7E-s_y0o0/s1600/P7032278.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6_OsZJIQ5s/ThnKT8VpjyI/AAAAAAAADJM/KD7E-s_y0o0/s400/P7032278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627751653339402018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, Junhui POP-ed! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liz and I attended the POP ceremony at the Floating Platform last Sunday. Her boyfriend, Brandon, is in the same platoon as Junhui, and he was POP-ing too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so early! We were there at 7.40am. The army men went straight for the ceremony after their 24km road march so that means....................THEY WERE DAMN SMELLY!!!!!!!!! Liz and I wanted to die when we smelt them okay. We were climbing up the stairs at the enclosed indoor area where the army men were, and we smelt the overpowering abominable salty stench and we were like, "ohhhhhhhhhmaaaaaaaaiiiiiigaaaaaawwwwwwd." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-In6qSwgLf7k/ThnKTjl8OqI/AAAAAAAADJE/HY8tTpSHQZQ/s1600/P7032295.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-In6qSwgLf7k/ThnKTjl8OqI/AAAAAAAADJE/HY8tTpSHQZQ/s400/P7032295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627751646696848034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at them! They look so tiny from afar, like green ants haha. The green ants started clapping and cheering and dancing!!! Then they threw their caps up into the air and went wild and cheered some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Background music starts to play: CongratuLEHHHshion, and celeBREHHHshion~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy singing it sounded super gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FrH76ehPDf0/ThnKSpXM3CI/AAAAAAAADI8/QoY7SNOKqnY/s1600/P7032292.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FrH76ehPDf0/ThnKSpXM3CI/AAAAAAAADI8/QoY7SNOKqnY/s400/P7032292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627751631065766946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 months ago we were at Tekong together sending our boyfriends off reluctantly, and now they're done with BMT. 3 months actually passed pretty fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay abrupt ending but I need to go pack my cupboard now. I'm pretty lazy to do it though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAAHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-7502980395824609011?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/7502980395824609011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=7502980395824609011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7502980395824609011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7502980395824609011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-monday-and-i-woke-up-at-2pm-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JoUW3QUqgnE/ThnSgHsdLjI/AAAAAAAADM8/CwLJLYi-3i8/s72-c/P7092323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-7454605542795521591</id><published>2011-07-07T21:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T14:44:44.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well soon babe :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hspe700MbQ8/ThXAhvcHg1I/AAAAAAAADIs/7bjdHWXWbtg/s1600/110707-221657.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hspe700MbQ8/ThXAhvcHg1I/AAAAAAAADIs/7bjdHWXWbtg/s400/110707-221657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626614995371918162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7kRg3bad7U/ThXCZ1DuZsI/AAAAAAAADI0/d3jEEi0T8tQ/s1600/110707-222617.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7kRg3bad7U/ThXCZ1DuZsI/AAAAAAAADI0/d3jEEi0T8tQ/s400/110707-222617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626617058464523970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look like an idiot (for some reason I kept typing "indiot", laaaaawlll) but yeah, if you can't already tell, I'm supposed to look like a Pikachu. If you think I was too bored to do this, you're actually right. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Junhui's house now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog but I realised that I don't have my camera with me here and most of my pictures are in my camera. Well some are on fb already but some aren't (the unglam ones). Junhui is down with a cough/flu/fever and he has been resting/sleeping aaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllll day. I have been here infront of his laptop browsing blogshops/randomly looking around fb/watching youtube for the past few hours. At times I will pause for a moment to look at my face in the mirror to see if any pimples are developing.&lt;br /&gt;He occasionally wakes up between hours and I will ask,"How are you feeling babe?", prop him up with a pillow behind his back and hand him his water bottle. About an hour or two ago I fed him his cough medicine, and then he went back to sleep. I then resumed my position infront of his laptop and finished watching Up (that heart-warming movie with the cute fat boy/fat dog/giant bird/old man + floating house with balloons). Having watched the movie and having exhausted the things that I most frequently do when I'm on the Internet, I took to watching the boy sleep and smiled to myself as I watched him wrapped up in his blanket like a giant white cocoon, turn, flip, cough and snore. (Yeap, watched him creepily like a pair of yellow eyes from inside the dark of his wardrobe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDDING, I went to eat dinner with his mom! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my conclusion of this post is that I like the giant colourful bird the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding babe, get well soon!! :) BIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGFATSQUISHYHUUUUUUG :D &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-7454605542795521591?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/7454605542795521591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=7454605542795521591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7454605542795521591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7454605542795521591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/07/get-well-soon-babe.html' title='Get well soon babe :)'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hspe700MbQ8/ThXAhvcHg1I/AAAAAAAADIs/7bjdHWXWbtg/s72-c/110707-221657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-7426523068564917890</id><published>2011-07-04T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T14:41:52.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the hiatus! Kinda' have been too busy heh. The past week has been fun! &lt;div&gt;WILL BROG SHOOON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-7426523068564917890?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/7426523068564917890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=7426523068564917890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7426523068564917890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7426523068564917890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/07/sorry-for-hiatus-kinda-have-been-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-26555559315016266</id><published>2011-06-27T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T14:41:39.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny how I'm the one living in your past.&lt;div&gt;(.........well less than before. But still. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-26555559315016266?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/26555559315016266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=26555559315016266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/26555559315016266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/26555559315016266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/06/funny-how-im-one-living-in-your-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-6971040545684103907</id><published>2011-06-22T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T17:30:51.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F21@orchard ion</title><content type='html'>I'm really happy with the stuff I got from F21 shopping with Jean yesterday! :D&lt;div&gt;Went to the new branch at Orchard Ion, really big + lotsa stuff! There were many things that I wanted to get but I narrowed them down to 2 items and a ring only (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each time I held up two items to Jean and asked her to pick one, she would go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Get both. Money can earn be earned back again!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahaha well I'm too broke right now to shop like that luh! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy because I spent $73 only :D (I could've ended up spending more, and Jean the crazy girl spent $500 and ended up with 5 pairs of shoes at the end of the day.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......she's too fucking epic I cannot tank haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-6971040545684103907?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/6971040545684103907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=6971040545684103907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6971040545684103907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6971040545684103907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-really-happy-with-stuff-i-got-from.html' title='F21@orchard ion'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-3830866464283499341</id><published>2011-06-21T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T13:56:52.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I still dream of you guys though we've stopped being friends such a long time ago?&lt;div&gt;It's really strange. And each time I dream of you two, for a moment I actually believe that one day we'll be friends again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-3830866464283499341?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/3830866464283499341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=3830866464283499341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/3830866464283499341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/3830866464283499341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-do-i-still-dream-of-you-guys-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-5897715463870564346</id><published>2011-06-17T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T18:46:46.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally got rid of the old blogskin! *kicks the old one away* :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's such a warm night. Junhui is confined in camp till tomorrow :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-5897715463870564346?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/5897715463870564346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=5897715463870564346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/5897715463870564346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/5897715463870564346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/06/finally-got-rid-of-old-blogskin-kicks.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-6778631168049956707</id><published>2011-06-17T14:37:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:50:06.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days out with pwinnie/peggy :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PHOTO SPAM POST!!!(looooooong post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I spent Tuesday and Wednesday meeting two wonderful girls that I've known for 11 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I met Faith (my fellow pwinnie! :D) on Tuesday and met Peggy on Wednesday. I realised that I've known both of them for 11 years! We 3 were in the same Primary 2 class (2 Wisdom) back then when we were in CHIJ St. Nicholas Girls' Primary actually. It's been so many years and it's really heart-warming to still have them as friends and see how we've grown from cute little girls to cute big girls :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'll start with Tuesday (14th June) with Faith first! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The last time I met Faith was about a year ago I think....? Or more than that actually. When I was about to meet her at the MRT I was wondering if she would look any different, but nope, she still looks the same! :) And we had so much to talk about! No awkwardness or anything; it was really nice catching up :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We wanted to head to Resorts World Sentosa first but the afternoon sun was blazing, so we hid in Vivo First and shopped around. I got a dress and a bracelet from F21; there were many other items that I liked but I RESISTED, yay (Y) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I'm so happy about the bracelet! I saw it at F21@313 about 2 months ago but I didn't get it because I wanted to save money. I really liked it though, but when I went back the next week it was sold out :( This time, I saw the last 2 pieces at F21@Vivo and I was super happy!! Bought :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Faith wanted this wallet from Ted Baker but there was only the display piece left and it had some defects, so she passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Headed to Sentosa for a walk around 4pm when the sun died down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ijJzrkTq7NQ/TfsB0BeGPoI/AAAAAAAADIk/c50O_dHhFx8/s1600/P6141929.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ijJzrkTq7NQ/TfsB0BeGPoI/AAAAAAAADIk/c50O_dHhFx8/s400/P6141929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619086953334324866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-45oG-hvMEEk/TfsBznwZbfI/AAAAAAAADIc/R9GuI3GZcHQ/s1600/P6141933.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-45oG-hvMEEk/TfsBznwZbfI/AAAAAAAADIc/R9GuI3GZcHQ/s400/P6141933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619086946431757810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There was nothing much to do at RWS actually, there're just Candillicious and the Hershey's shop. Other than that and Universal Studios Singapore, I think RWS is basically a waste of space D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We went to Palawan Beach in the evening. We wanted a nice and chill walk but we were wearing shoes and were cautious about getting sand in our shoes, so we took really small and slooooooooooooooowwwww steps on the sand LOL. And we wanted to sit on the sand but we didn't want to get sand on our asses. I suggested getting a poncho each and wearing it over so that our whole body will be protected from the sand :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.................Imagine two idiots wearing ponchos (when it's not raining) sitting on the beach HAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nope we didn't do that! Such a retarded idea HAHA. In the end we bought a poncho and we spread it out and sat on it. Talked/chilled/cam-whored on the beach! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncRKgPXKSJE/TfsBzJHbXeI/AAAAAAAADIU/JGnGGDWcINI/s1600/P6141953.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ncRKgPXKSJE/TfsBzJHbXeI/AAAAAAAADIU/JGnGGDWcINI/s400/P6141953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619086938206854626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The jelly beans are our photo-taking prop of the day. You will see the bean in many of our photos! It's not that we were extremely excited to have bought it or anything, we just........felt like taking pictures with it, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BjQRI12UKQ/TfsAdzSsqTI/AAAAAAAADIM/wpHJFuz4Bs4/s1600/P6141954.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BjQRI12UKQ/TfsAdzSsqTI/AAAAAAAADIM/wpHJFuz4Bs4/s400/P6141954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619085472059664690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVtZlYgcCgQ/TfsAdbRkbaI/AAAAAAAADIE/c3xluPxoV6I/s1600/P6141955.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVtZlYgcCgQ/TfsAdbRkbaI/AAAAAAAADIE/c3xluPxoV6I/s400/P6141955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619085465612479906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I think I'm such an awesome photographer! Look at the nice and cute photo I took of Faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The lighting and shadow is so nice right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aO_CLM0BReo/TfsAdPlbb1I/AAAAAAAADH8/RibbgE2r-yc/s1600/P6141968.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aO_CLM0BReo/TfsAdPlbb1I/AAAAAAAADH8/RibbgE2r-yc/s400/P6141968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619085462474551122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't photoshop the pictures, I just used this setting that I discovered recently in my camera. It kinda makes the frame of the picture shadow-y and illuminates the focus of the picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.......................and look at the photo she took of me -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pRqoE1qv028/TfsAcscHkqI/AAAAAAAADH0/kzzoWbJpp0s/s1600/P6141966.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pRqoE1qv028/TfsAcscHkqI/AAAAAAAADH0/kzzoWbJpp0s/s400/P6141966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619085453040259746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look like I'm about to take a dump on the sand or something HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well her second attempt looks better! With the setting in place. It makes the colours looks nicer too right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TLzD_yc64o/TfsAcCKStAI/AAAAAAAADHs/5hjjcHsCH68/s1600/P6141967.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6TLzD_yc64o/TfsAcCKStAI/AAAAAAAADHs/5hjjcHsCH68/s400/P6141967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619085441691202562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rqel7O3z2A4/Tfr_adMpKVI/AAAAAAAADHk/Ako73mUlIjs/s1600/P6141970.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rqel7O3z2A4/Tfr_adMpKVI/AAAAAAAADHk/Ako73mUlIjs/s400/P6141970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619084315077454162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love this picture because we both look so happy and radiant :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KojbHJPw1QA/Tfr_Z_fmBxI/AAAAAAAADHc/Konwa4RaFQg/s1600/P6141979.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KojbHJPw1QA/Tfr_Z_fmBxI/AAAAAAAADHc/Konwa4RaFQg/s400/P6141979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619084307103876882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q51KjI0g9EA/Tfr_ZeCqFvI/AAAAAAAADHU/VEFvpMLHSeo/s1600/P6141981.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q51KjI0g9EA/Tfr_ZeCqFvI/AAAAAAAADHU/VEFvpMLHSeo/s400/P6141981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619084298124138226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was trying to be artsy-fartsy and take a nice picture of the sea, but it was a little dark, and my camera is not the professional dslr kind :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7lqRiTFHFE/Tfr_Y58UHAI/AAAAAAAADHM/NnkqeLzylUI/s1600/P6141988.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7lqRiTFHFE/Tfr_Y58UHAI/AAAAAAAADHM/NnkqeLzylUI/s400/P6141988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619084288433855490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QG4jdY61uHY/Tfr_YbWXRjI/AAAAAAAADHE/quCiDTAkkPk/s1600/P6141986.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QG4jdY61uHY/Tfr_YbWXRjI/AAAAAAAADHE/quCiDTAkkPk/s400/P6141986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619084280221615666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On Wednesday(15 June), Peggy and I celebrated our 11th year friendship anniversary!^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We went to Carousel for the lunch buffet :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wSJhBQMPW10/Tfr802sB53I/AAAAAAAADG8/xj_X8_9r5ps/s1600/P6152074.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wSJhBQMPW10/Tfr802sB53I/AAAAAAAADG8/xj_X8_9r5ps/s400/P6152074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619081470061700978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were really excited as we've always heard people rave about the spread at Carousel. And I must say it's really good! I think it's a hundred times better than Sakura's international buffet. Sakura has a huge variety that will amaze you when you see it, but when you taste the food, it's pretty substandard; either too bland/not rich enough/too salty :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But Carousel was awesome!! It doesn't just wow you visually when you see the variety of food, but gustatory-wise the food impresses too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We couldn't really take pictures of the food though because photography of the food is prohibited there :/ But they have so many things to eat there. There's seafood(oysters, crab, lobsters, sashimi etc)/Japanese cuisine/Indian Cuisine/Thai Cuisine/Western Cuisine/Chinese cuisine/a salad bar/a cheese platter/a really delightful dessert counter :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We took a little bit of everything and shared it, we just wanted a taste of everything and didn't want to get full too fast. We started with the cheese!!! I was so delighted to see the variety of cheese there! We cut chunks of every cheese and ate them with toasted wheat crackers, digestive biscuits, mini baguettes, butter, jam and cranberry raisins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; It would be my IDEAL BREAKFAST!!!!! If only I could eat cheese like that everyday...... *sighs wistfully* Too bad good cheese in Singapore is imported = expensive expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZGavjw5Mbk/Tfr80ScQxzI/AAAAAAAADG0/3JpB-z_qTDw/s1600/P6151996.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZGavjw5Mbk/Tfr80ScQxzI/AAAAAAAADG0/3JpB-z_qTDw/s400/P6151996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619081460331890482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is our carbonara sharing a plate with the Indian food! There's chapati, rice with herbs and spices and some Indian sauce(I don't know what it's called). At the top of the picture you can see a triangular slice of St Paulin cheese! IT'S DAMN NICE IT SHALL BE MY FAVOURITE CHEESE NOW! :D (young edam cheese will rank second now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-04AUYx-l35Y/Tfr8KGfmFdI/AAAAAAAADGs/Zg8fMjYjDJg/s1600/P6152001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-04AUYx-l35Y/Tfr8KGfmFdI/AAAAAAAADGs/Zg8fMjYjDJg/s400/P6152001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619080735570138578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Erm this is the Chinese food. Doesn't look appetizing in this picture, but it is nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3j1gSIoCvXk/Tfr8Jq-h5gI/AAAAAAAADGk/FIj_0psLvcY/s1600/P6152003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3j1gSIoCvXk/Tfr8Jq-h5gI/AAAAAAAADGk/FIj_0psLvcY/s400/P6152003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619080728183694850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The rest are pictures of the desserts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rainbow sprinkles make everything look so pretty and delightful^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8qbLuooOqAc/Tfr8JBlTBEI/AAAAAAAADGc/KkNuJrgPBcc/s1600/P6152014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8qbLuooOqAc/Tfr8JBlTBEI/AAAAAAAADGc/KkNuJrgPBcc/s400/P6152014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619080717072008258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6d3ul5MYPAc/Tfr8I5Lo7vI/AAAAAAAADGU/BzeRl9CtZGU/s1600/P6152021.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6d3ul5MYPAc/Tfr8I5Lo7vI/AAAAAAAADGU/BzeRl9CtZGU/s400/P6152021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619080714816909042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CjXqElGEOzs/Tfr8IV6IWXI/AAAAAAAADGM/DzquzgCp0r8/s1600/P6152026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CjXqElGEOzs/Tfr8IV6IWXI/AAAAAAAADGM/DzquzgCp0r8/s400/P6152026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619080705348229490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SO PRETTY RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bOFR5950zGY/Tfr7LzapCRI/AAAAAAAADGE/4ETZBgfKIgQ/s1600/P6152031.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bOFR5950zGY/Tfr7LzapCRI/AAAAAAAADGE/4ETZBgfKIgQ/s400/P6152031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619079665297197330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HaCs4QcFUo/Tfr7LqP6D2I/AAAAAAAADF8/6LWnzGmuB5o/s1600/P6152034.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_HaCs4QcFUo/Tfr7LqP6D2I/AAAAAAAADF8/6LWnzGmuB5o/s400/P6152034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619079662836256610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a white chocolate, milk chocolate and dark chocolate fondue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0K1k5Gyqdls/Tfr7LcqndGI/AAAAAAAADF0/NNPSYPLm62s/s1600/P6152044.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0K1k5Gyqdls/Tfr7LcqndGI/AAAAAAAADF0/NNPSYPLm62s/s400/P6152044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619079659190187106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Peggy's manicure, she did it herself! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VnnOmozpJk/Tfr7K3dkPUI/AAAAAAAADFs/7TDwRXUK3is/s1600/P6152057.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VnnOmozpJk/Tfr7K3dkPUI/AAAAAAAADFs/7TDwRXUK3is/s400/P6152057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619079649203338562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is mine. My nails are so small compared to hers lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UofX4U6I2G4/Tfr4A_S_FQI/AAAAAAAADFM/63wsYoM9D-4/s1600/P6152055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UofX4U6I2G4/Tfr4A_S_FQI/AAAAAAAADFM/63wsYoM9D-4/s400/P6152055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619076180972868866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love the prints of our outfit that day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OP-Vhwah1TI/Tfr4Ah_JLbI/AAAAAAAADFE/e1ymsX9DxeE/s1600/P6152071.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OP-Vhwah1TI/Tfr4Ah_JLbI/AAAAAAAADFE/e1ymsX9DxeE/s400/P6152071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619076173105016242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We were the last table to be done at the buffet, and we left satisfied with a bulging belly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was kinda' self-conscious about my huge tummy though! The next time I attend a buffet I will wear a maternity dress......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh oh the bill was actually $108 but we had a 15% discount because Peggy is a Mastercard holder, so the bill became about $92. So it was about $46 each, worth it!!^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We decided to watch a movie after the meal. I mean, what can be "shiok-er" than sitting in a comfy cushioned seat in a dark air-conditioned room after eating your fill at a buffet? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So there we were, slumped in a comfortable seat each in a Cinema at Shaw, stroking our huge bellies HAHA. We watched Super8 while our food churned and digested over the next 2 hours in the cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I enjoyed the movie but Peggy didn't because she didn't get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(Xavier and I @ Peggy: BEEMBOOOOOOO! ) HAHA ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After Super8, we went to Far East to shop and I'm really happy because we bought perfume! Don't laugh k but this is kinda my first time buying perfume!!! I'm not a stinky girl but I usually just use deodorant, and the only bottle of perfume I got is this tiny bottle from some Body Shop gift set, and that perfume isn't long-lasting. I can spaaaaaaam it but after a while no one can smell it, and I become scentless -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I also bought this top that I had my eyes on for a super long time. I saw it about a month ago but it was $39.90. I was thinking,"walau $39.90 for a random top at Far East is quite expensive." Plus it looks like something I can find on a blogshop for $20+. So I didn't get it back then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But this time the top was $25 because of GSS, and I managed to bargain and I got it at $20! I let the auntie-spirit in me shine HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;yay happy (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At night we headed to Thomson for ice cream at Icekimo! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry9rZxBfgjU/Tfr3_-NZddI/AAAAAAAADE8/nPK7P9XxegE/s1600/P6152084.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ry9rZxBfgjU/Tfr3_-NZddI/AAAAAAAADE8/nPK7P9XxegE/s400/P6152084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619076163501127122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had Snickers + Almond Longan. Peggy had Horlicks +White Truffles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Camwhored A LOT!!!! We camwhored till my camera's battery died haha D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBMHNiphrKM/Tfr3_fm5HZI/AAAAAAAADE0/SAY0vWdRGTQ/s1600/P6152087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBMHNiphrKM/Tfr3_fm5HZI/AAAAAAAADE0/SAY0vWdRGTQ/s400/P6152087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619076155286560146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My eyes look so small :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IDMtkCucfAI/Tfr3-HL7l-I/AAAAAAAADEs/rVSf_GqYa-Q/s1600/P6162092.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IDMtkCucfAI/Tfr3-HL7l-I/AAAAAAAADEs/rVSf_GqYa-Q/s400/P6162092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619076131551156194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The perfume we bought!! I bought Salvatore Ferragamo's Dream(golden edition) and Peggy bought YSL's Paris and Salvatore Ferragamo's Charm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcOvd8cQr3g/Tfr1ZqzJRyI/AAAAAAAADEE/Bg1UvSM70v4/s1600/P6162101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcOvd8cQr3g/Tfr1ZqzJRyI/AAAAAAAADEE/Bg1UvSM70v4/s400/P6162101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619073306432456482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-613vrNKtq1k/Tfr1ZL0VIeI/AAAAAAAADD8/B20SYOpq83E/s1600/P6162107.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-613vrNKtq1k/Tfr1ZL0VIeI/AAAAAAAADD8/B20SYOpq83E/s400/P6162107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619073298115928546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outfit for the day! (The dress and bracelet I bought when I was with Faith on Tuesday haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Bwu9Zl8ovg/Tfr1Yj-DhII/AAAAAAAADD0/SCmlnpc3htU/s1600/P6162112.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Bwu9Zl8ovg/Tfr1Yj-DhII/AAAAAAAADD0/SCmlnpc3htU/s400/P6162112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619073287419298946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixcn8NA7kCU/Tfr1Us1xaSI/AAAAAAAADDs/EI1p_OY2hEY/s1600/P6162124.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixcn8NA7kCU/Tfr1Us1xaSI/AAAAAAAADDs/EI1p_OY2hEY/s400/P6162124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619073221081000226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Self-timer shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oC8Gbito-rI/Tfr1TQyIK1I/AAAAAAAADDk/Z_mHOOVEBpo/s1600/P6162114.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oC8Gbito-rI/Tfr1TQyIK1I/AAAAAAAADDk/Z_mHOOVEBpo/s400/P6162114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619073196369652562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHj-D5tZ9GA/Tfr0DxggATI/AAAAAAAADDc/deA9FLe-jFU/s1600/P6162116.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHj-D5tZ9GA/Tfr0DxggATI/AAAAAAAADDc/deA9FLe-jFU/s400/P6162116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619071830764552498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wmrgj3ACI2Y/Tfr0DbaEalI/AAAAAAAADDU/-de0X-wZ6aE/s1600/P6162117.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wmrgj3ACI2Y/Tfr0DbaEalI/AAAAAAAADDU/-de0X-wZ6aE/s400/P6162117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619071824831998546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whooooooooooooooooooo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VbWrQKWSf48/Tfr0DIFL14I/AAAAAAAADDM/FoGLSpoHBxc/s1600/P6162120.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VbWrQKWSf48/Tfr0DIFL14I/AAAAAAAADDM/FoGLSpoHBxc/s400/P6162120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619071819644131202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love love love love my pretty and tall best friend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--nfLNBTIPdY/Tfr0CQ26cMI/AAAAAAAADDE/Fyu-F6IWFsg/s1600/P6162121.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--nfLNBTIPdY/Tfr0CQ26cMI/AAAAAAAADDE/Fyu-F6IWFsg/s400/P6162121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619071804820320450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9TsTFdBmUM/Tfr0CMYRZ7I/AAAAAAAADC8/Srxad2Ko72g/s1600/P6162127.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9TsTFdBmUM/Tfr0CMYRZ7I/AAAAAAAADC8/Srxad2Ko72g/s400/P6162127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619071803618060210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B24vEpFTIFI/TfryWrEnSkI/AAAAAAAADC0/cdz3hUVlzIc/s1600/P6162128.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B24vEpFTIFI/TfryWrEnSkI/AAAAAAAADC0/cdz3hUVlzIc/s400/P6162128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619069956431235650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really don't know what I was trying to do in this picture HAHA. Peggy was making a heart with her arms and I was making a...............house!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQ2jjFvQ4ho/TfryWM_cgSI/AAAAAAAADCs/nV2tGvAEEfo/s1600/P6162132.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQ2jjFvQ4ho/TfryWM_cgSI/AAAAAAAADCs/nV2tGvAEEfo/s400/P6162132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619069948356493602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TOO CUTE PEGGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LI7hoUifPlI/TfryVr6_6KI/AAAAAAAADCk/GlFIT9kOKU0/s1600/P6162150.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LI7hoUifPlI/TfryVr6_6KI/AAAAAAAADCk/GlFIT9kOKU0/s400/P6162150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619069939479472290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think I will ever apply eyeliner(the crayon kind) again. At the end of the day, the eyeliner smudged and created dark black lines on my lower eyelid!!! :( You can see it on my right-eye in the following picture. It makes me look disgusting!!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4EzPWqUfEw/TfryVflZAyI/AAAAAAAADCc/7EclgrjdmC4/s1600/P6162175-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4EzPWqUfEw/TfryVflZAyI/AAAAAAAADCc/7EclgrjdmC4/s400/P6162175-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619069936167617314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Peggy is the cutest doll ever! With her bangs and super big and round eyes hahahhaha ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C7QRpvSx7PM/TfryVD9OcWI/AAAAAAAADCU/3cg2t-MvNXs/s1600/P6162161.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C7QRpvSx7PM/TfryVD9OcWI/AAAAAAAADCU/3cg2t-MvNXs/s400/P6162161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619069928751395170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love! &amp;lt;3&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/11847699-6778631168049956707?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/6778631168049956707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=6778631168049956707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6778631168049956707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6778631168049956707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/06/photo-spam-postlooooooong-post-i-spent.html' title='days out with pwinnie/peggy :D'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ijJzrkTq7NQ/TfsB0BeGPoI/AAAAAAAADIk/c50O_dHhFx8/s72-c/P6141929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-2963817894713424183</id><published>2011-06-12T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:37:22.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfzkb3opVyc/TfS9vzuEaJI/AAAAAAAADCM/mVkE4BoSe4U/s1600/P6121890.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfzkb3opVyc/TfS9vzuEaJI/AAAAAAAADCM/mVkE4BoSe4U/s400/P6121890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617323264272787602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxcCId-8HE8/TfS9vgEmGVI/AAAAAAAADCE/ch6PYfO9kMc/s1600/P6121887.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxcCId-8HE8/TfS9vgEmGVI/AAAAAAAADCE/ch6PYfO9kMc/s400/P6121887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617323258998561106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3GHfI2a2UDk/TfS9vAQBFmI/AAAAAAAADB8/xQK4xXlgAP4/s1600/P6121885.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3GHfI2a2UDk/TfS9vAQBFmI/AAAAAAAADB8/xQK4xXlgAP4/s400/P6121885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617323250456532578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I suddenly felt inspired to design my nails today! :D The colour is much brighter in real life, my camera suckzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Btw the flower is a sticker! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I used to love doing my nails in the past but I got lazy so I stopped. This design is pretty similar to a design I did before, I actually posted up some photos of designs I did in the past, you can find the post &lt;a href="http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2009/06/3rd-june-wednesday-i-sold-these-shoes.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! :) Can't be compared to those beautiful designs I saw on tumblrs though...&lt;/span&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/11847699-2963817894713424183?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/2963817894713424183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=2963817894713424183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2963817894713424183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2963817894713424183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-suddenly-felt-inspired-to-design-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfzkb3opVyc/TfS9vzuEaJI/AAAAAAAADCM/mVkE4BoSe4U/s72-c/P6121890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-5068061691438908110</id><published>2011-06-12T14:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:37:45.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Asia Bar/Butterfactory last Wednesday was really insane.&lt;div&gt;I wanted to narrate the story in brief, but let's just say that I've have never gotten so wasted before. But not to worry guys, nothing happened! Just that the night was pretty scary/ridiculous/extreme D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-5068061691438908110?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/5068061691438908110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=5068061691438908110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/5068061691438908110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/5068061691438908110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-asia-barbutterfactory-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-4178466037324953439</id><published>2011-06-08T14:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:31:41.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slaaaaack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found these pictures in my camera! They were taken last Monday when Peggy, Jean and I attended the food fare/John Little sale at the Expo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;These are all our bags of purchase! so fucking heavy and we looked like aunties trying to lug these huge yellow plastic bags that scream MEGA SALE on them. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rz33FLrn9Po/Te8XQLh6sNI/AAAAAAAADBs/5N81rNx46OA/s1600/P5311878.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rz33FLrn9Po/Te8XQLh6sNI/AAAAAAAADBs/5N81rNx46OA/s400/P5311878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615732827094692050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVtvuIP8HOE/Te8XPvAEpxI/AAAAAAAADBk/iCWhGwl1Fyg/s1600/P5311869.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VVtvuIP8HOE/Te8XPvAEpxI/AAAAAAAADBk/iCWhGwl1Fyg/s400/P5311869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615732819436545810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ResBp_yEL0/Te8XPGG_Q8I/AAAAAAAADBc/CzIuhUHy4nI/s1600/P5311873.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ResBp_yEL0/Te8XPGG_Q8I/AAAAAAAADBc/CzIuhUHy4nI/s400/P5311873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615732808459699138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vfmDBLEe15Q/Te8XO7uUnkI/AAAAAAAADBU/hTHksuLnm2k/s1600/P5311874.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vfmDBLEe15Q/Te8XO7uUnkI/AAAAAAAADBU/hTHksuLnm2k/s400/P5311874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615732805671886402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I know "John Little sale" and "food fare" sounds pretty auntie to you and it doesn't sound as appealing as a "Topshop/Mango/Zara (etc) sale", but we were so happy that day! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We spent our entire day there, from 2pm-10pm. 8 hours!!! Ate a lot of junk food at the foodfare; it was like a giant pasar malam, heh. And the John Little sale was the best. They have everything there I swear! (Think in terms of an auntie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They had lingerie/toiletries/cosmetics/confectionery/shoes sections. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Peggy and I went around stroking and kneading bras  and tried on multiple bras HAHA. The shoe section was not bad okay! It's not cheapo auntie no-brand shoes; they actually had Charles&amp;amp;Keith and Pedro :O At super discounted prices! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I also bought my first stick of eyeliner there :O Never tried eyeliner before because my eyes are so small anyway and I think drawing a black line on my eyelids will not enhance it's size much, but I shall try this time :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We also bought toiletries there LOL. Hair conditioner, body scrub, shower gel, make-up remover etc. It was quite fun reading the description on the labels of items; "....has apricot seeds....exfoliates....leaves you refreshed and rejuvenated....." blahblahblah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jean and I: "Wah. Sounds good. 2 for $9.00 some more! :D" And we were sold. Aunties on the loose HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My life after leaving my job at Starhub has been.......slacker than ever I guess. I sleep for 12 hours and wake up at noon everyday(hangs head sheepishly). Sometimes I feel like I'm wasting my time away but I'll think about WHAT IF I were still working at Starhub....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The thought of waking up early, taking the bus to the call centre located in Tai Seng("ulu" as hell), opening my inbox to read my mail and see which customers are demanding for a callback from me, and talking to customers for 8.5hours a day makes me so glad that I've left the job^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Life is good as it is now!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Last Friday, Jean and I went to Stereolab (invited by her friend) for a while. Christina was supposed to join us but she was late (as usual!). It was a pretty chill place. We didn't do much though...we just sat down at the table and watched (and went to Attica soon after to meet Christina. We didn't do much at Attica either, too fucking crowded). The place was full of international models who were hot as hell and living the life. They had photographers snapping photographs of them as they clinked their glasses/drank/made merry/grinned at the camera, looking good at any angle that was captured of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have never ever aspired to be a model, and I have never really been entirely seduced by the lifestyle of a super model. But for a moment there, I felt pretty physically inferior to those good-looking models there. And for a while I felt sad for myself and indulged in some self-pity because I am not tall enough/not curvy enough/not pretty enough to be a model :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But that thought is so superficial. Good-looks don't last forever. If you are depending on good looks for glamour, don't count on it because age will gradually erode it. I realised that I should be thankful for who I am. And I remember telling myself that it's good to be short because tunics make perfect dresses for me HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, here's a photo the photographers took of us that night. I look like a retard sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q6almtqJnmE/Te8cn1Z0axI/AAAAAAAADB0/RlI3uvSoWxA/s1600/252566_10150215475071069_813631068_7116520_7299716_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q6almtqJnmE/Te8cn1Z0axI/AAAAAAAADB0/RlI3uvSoWxA/s400/252566_10150215475071069_813631068_7116520_7299716_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615738731030145810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the past 2 nights shopping with Jean! Pretty happy because we got great steals :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bought a tunic/dress (heh ;) ) from Topshop at sale price (almost half it's original price) and a top that was pretty cheap, yay^^ Now that I'm officially unemployed I need to watch my spending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Plus I'm $203.00 poorer after paying that stupid mfking confirmation fee to smu (nope, still haven't gotten over it. )&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/11847699-4178466037324953439?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/4178466037324953439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=4178466037324953439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/4178466037324953439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/4178466037324953439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/06/slaaaaack.html' title='slaaaaack'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rz33FLrn9Po/Te8XQLh6sNI/AAAAAAAADBs/5N81rNx46OA/s72-c/P5311878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-263570592402682321</id><published>2011-06-03T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T14:38:25.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored as hell at home. There's nothing to do. No books to read. No movies to watch. No cable TV. No work. No plans for today. Recently I've been in a bad state.&lt;div&gt;I've been having an inflamed throat/fever since Monday. Junhui is having outfield and he can't bring his phone along so I haven't talked to him for days :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I was out at town with Keong for dinner and Kungfu Panda. And guess what? Halfway through the movie (more like 10 mins after the movie started), an eyelash slipped under my contact lens and was in between my eye and the lense. DAMN FUCKING PAINFUL!!! In a haste, I removed my contact lens and blinked away the eyelash. Unfortunately I was unable to put the contact lens back in my eye because my fingers were dirty/the cinema was too dark/I dropped the lens while fumbling for a light from my handphone -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sat through the movie like that, with one eye good as blind. It was so tiring having to close one eye!! Because if I opened both eyes my vision would be very disorientating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terrible experience. Thank god Keong sent me home after that if not I would've banged into walls and poles on my way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I wanted to upload long overdue photos and videos that I found in my camera but the computers at home are useless. This one might just shut down anytime, sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was thinking of changing my blogskin, but I'm too lazy to go searching for a nice and unique one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-263570592402682321?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/263570592402682321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=263570592402682321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/263570592402682321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/263570592402682321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-bored-as-hell-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-812730291877066122</id><published>2011-06-01T16:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T16:54:12.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer a Hubber</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My last day at Starhub was last friday(27 May)! :)&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday(29 May) was the end of my batch's legacy..... It was Dolly and Layting's last day. The rest of us have all left the job already. I think surviving 5 months in the Billing department is not baaaaaaad already!&lt;br /&gt;It's really not an easy job handling angry customers everyday. Customers that demand for my name(as if they have a right to it)/threaten to write in the press/threaten to escalate the case to higher management/hurl insults and vulgarities at me just because I'm a representative of Starhub, when in actual fault the situation is no fault of mine.&lt;br /&gt;But actually, I've gotten used to all that already. It doesn't really bother me.... The reason why I decided to leave is because the working environment is not the same anymore. People are leaving. The usual people that I used to hang out with are slipping away one by one :( No more Novia, no more Yingying, no more Kate, etc etc. New hires are coming in but somehow I don't really connect with them as well as I did with my batch mates. I guess each batch is exclusive like that? Also, management is enforcing more and more absurd rules that make us feel like primary school kids instead of matured working adults. It makes working no longer enjoyable :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, a few of us (Me, Yingying, Kiat Ni, Heshuang, Dolly and Lay ting) went back to the office to mess around and experience what it feels like to be in the office stress-free, heh. I guess I'll kinda miss the call centre though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yCVtPBpLcug/TeX4OtYX8TI/AAAAAAAADBI/xvuIf5jOW4U/s1600/246603_10150197368732266_738327265_7247755_6217806_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yCVtPBpLcug/TeX4OtYX8TI/AAAAAAAADBI/xvuIf5jOW4U/s400/246603_10150197368732266_738327265_7247755_6217806_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613165442170876210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jhC6VjLvmh4/TeX4OMs90hI/AAAAAAAADBA/a4N1u31BPPU/s1600/246748_10150197367007266_738327265_7247728_1998451_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UAS6QnuLJkI/TeX3eB0sYjI/AAAAAAAADAg/UZA9coHw29Y/s400/252706_10150197370557266_738327265_7247782_8126153_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613164605844775474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbuLU62amSE/TeX3eKG8ZOI/AAAAAAAADAY/DEphoegwRcM/s1600/253885_10150197366607266_738327265_7247721_2237119_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbuLU62amSE/TeX3eKG8ZOI/AAAAAAAADAY/DEphoegwRcM/s400/253885_10150197366607266_738327265_7247721_2237119_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613164608068805858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l2LpowQkQ90/TeX3dbVHpxI/AAAAAAAADAQ/NqnjipZmq7A/s1600/254168_10150197365142266_738327265_7247690_2492713_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l2LpowQkQ90/TeX3dbVHpxI/AAAAAAAADAQ/NqnjipZmq7A/s400/254168_10150197365142266_738327265_7247690_2492713_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613164595511797522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5pdwHGxhLI/TeX3dPakCII/AAAAAAAADAI/6Og67nbndIE/s1600/255046_10150197370602266_738327265_7247783_3245033_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5pdwHGxhLI/TeX3dPakCII/AAAAAAAADAI/6Og67nbndIE/s400/255046_10150197370602266_738327265_7247783_3245033_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613164592313403522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I haven't found a new job yet though. I guess I'll spend my time slacking around and applying for bursaries/grants for University!!! So freaking expensive please. I just found out from Peggy that SMU is charging $203.00 for some confirmation fee. WTFFFFFF. I was so fucking heartpain when I heard about it, I even dreamt about it please. I dreamt that I went to SMU to ask wtf is the $203.00 for and how come other universities aren't charging it. What more now I don't have an income anymore and I want to scrimp and save as much as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was considering going to NUS fass instead because it's cheaper than SMU Business. Heard that SMU charges $10k while NUS charges about $7k per year. I CAN SAVE ABOUT $3k PER YEAR IF I GO TO NUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But i don't really know what to do in FASS really :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;........Anyway, I paid for the stupid confirmation fee alr -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-812730291877066122?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/812730291877066122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=812730291877066122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/812730291877066122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/812730291877066122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-last-day-at-starhub-was-last.html' title='No longer a Hubber'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yCVtPBpLcug/TeX4OtYX8TI/AAAAAAAADBI/xvuIf5jOW4U/s72-c/246603_10150197368732266_738327265_7247755_6217806_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-4155801335074815105</id><published>2011-05-25T13:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T13:44:54.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger blogger why do I bother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-4155801335074815105?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/4155801335074815105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=4155801335074815105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/4155801335074815105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/4155801335074815105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/05/blogger-blogger-why-do-i-bother.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-6464617239190818041</id><published>2011-05-19T00:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:55:04.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad days :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's final!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My last day of work at Starhub is on next Friday! :D 27th May. Thinking of it now, I think I will feel kind of sad on my last day. The culture and environment there's pretty fun and the people are awesome :') Two nights ago I was lying in bed and I actually thought of retracting my resignation letter (again) and staying on with the job for another month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The unfortunate thing is, on Monday (my off day), I was at home feeding my bunnies when I realised that Mindy has an unusual looking red patch/lump on her underside. I got really worried and I wanted to bring her to see the vet immediately but I couldn't find the rabbit carrier. My mom kept it away at some corner of the storeroom and the storeroom is full of plastic bags and cardboard boxes, and what more they were packed cheek-by-jowl. I had to move the huge cupboard and lift boxes away to uncover more boxes......and I just couldn't find the carrier :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I started freaking out and feeling really desperate :/ My mom wasn't at home and she didn't answer my calls because she was at the doctors (my mom wasn't feeling well too :( ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In the end, my last resort was the huge yellow basket. It's really large and pretty deep, almost like a laundry basket. I put a cloth to cushion the base and put my poor Mindy in it, and cabbed to Animal Doctors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There were a few animals in line waiting to see the vet before me. There was a dog who had cancer and is currently undergoing chemotherapy,  a dog with a sprain in it's leg, a cat who vomited twice and.......more dogs and cats. I sat there stroking Mindy, who buried her head in the folds of my shirt and looked apprehensive and alienated at the animal clinic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well it was finally her turn to see the vet. The vet saw the patch and said that she's in quite a lot of pain. She had a cut and there was abrasion on it, which caused it to worsen. Bacteria entered the open wound, causing it to be more inflamed and raw :'( I really blamed myself for not looking out for her more. For being too absorbed and carried away with work. For not spending enough time with her the way I used to in the past. For overlooking the pain she's been suffering for the past few days and only realizing it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My parents always say that keeping my bunnies are a waste of time and money and effort and they tell me to send them away to the SPCA, but I would never ever have the heart to do that. I enjoy taking care of them and I've never found keeping them a chore. Over the past 2-3 years, I've developed a deep sense of attachment to them (well they outlasted my past few boyfriends^^) and formed a special relationship with them, and the thought of losing either one of them in years to come makes me really sad :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, the vet gave her painkillers, antibiotics, saline solution and a lotion. I'll attend to her everyday and see that she gets nursed back to the pink of health :) So I guess quitting my job is a good decision. I need a life too and it's time I had one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And oh I lost my mobile phone again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For like only the millionth time...... I srsly don't know how I lost it. One moment it was in my hand and the next moment it was gone. I know someone picked it up because at first the person switched it off, then switched it on. I tried calling my phone many times but the idiot refused to answer!!! KNN. BLOODY DISHONEST ASSHOLE. SUCH AN OLD LOUSY PHONE ALSO WANT TO KEEP. Like seriously wth. I bet it was some cleaner in the mall that picked it up and kept it for him/herself. Either that or the person chucked it in the bin cuz the phone's too worthless. I wanted to walk around cineleisure feeling if any vibration came from any dustbin when I dialled my number LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, I didn't find the phone and there goes all my contacts again :/ I've got my sim card replaced already though. Gotta start collecting numbers again&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/11847699-6464617239190818041?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/6464617239190818041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=6464617239190818041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6464617239190818041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6464617239190818041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/05/bad-days.html' title='Bad days :/'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-7329277779432001760</id><published>2011-05-07T22:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T23:07:24.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh whoa oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've been pretty busy (and lazy) to update this space of late! (What's new)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here I am for some updates. Not for long though, I'm bushed from work today and I'm dying from the pain from the sharp and cutting heat of tiger balm on the giant bruise on my knee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Last Thursday, Xinyi and I decided to attended Zaihar's hiphop class at Oschool. We chose to go for the beginners class though, because we've been distanced from dance for nearly a year and we don't want to embarrass ourselves by flailing our rusty and now-flabby bodies all over the place in the intermediate class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Who would have thought that just 1 hour of dancing is enough to give me such a bad muscle ache all over......shows how unfit I am now :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And as if a bad muscle ache wasn't enough. Yesterday, on my way to work, I tripped and fell at the roadside, hitting my knee on the concrete road curb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;:O Fucking painful please! I was like omgfuckfuckfuckdamnpaindamnpain, but there were people glancing over at the clumsy girl who fell, so I quickly gathered myself up and continued walking like it didn't hurt at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When I got home and took off my jeans, I was pretty shocked when I saw how purple and red the bruise is. Mom suggested rubbing Tiger Balm on it for blood circulation, so I did. And I applied a hell load of it because I didn't feel any heat initially. Then I applied the vibration of a hand-held body massager on the bruise, which penetrated the tiger balm into my flesh. And now the heat is so sharp and cutting! I feel like I've got a dozen of heated needles being driven into my knee :/ RAHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay enough about the bruise I'm starting to sound like a wimp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And world, a sad sad event has taken place of late; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Junhui enlisted 2 days ago! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;His family and I sent him off all the way to Tekong. Liz was with us too because she was sending her boyfriend Brandon off. By the way, Junhui shaved his head last Monday and he looks so round and bare now HAHAHAH. I call him Monkey(like Monk-ey)/Baldie/Eggie now heh^^ I'll post of the pictures from his shaving soon! I've got this picture of the middle course of his head shaved, leaving tuffs of hair at the side. He looked like a car drove down the middle of his head, creating a track of bare road in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He only brought one battery into camp, and he's not allowed to charge his phone in that 2 weeks of confinement..... I don't think that one battery will last :/ Ohwells..... I hope 2 weeks fly by in a flash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Meanwhile I'll be working my ass off at Starhub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;By the way, I tried tendering my resignation letter yesterday, but my team manager kinda' psycho-ed me to stay! I don't know if I should though... All my closest colleagues are leaving already. Those from my batch have all tendered their resignation, which means come end of May 2011, and that marks the end of my batch's legacy :( If I stay I'll be the lonely survivor. But argghhhhhhh the pay is not bad! Damn. I can't decide right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyway, here are some long overdue photos! I uploaded them on fb alr but I thought I'd just post them here as well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;On 23rd April was mine and Junhui's 1 year! (of us being together, doh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We cooked an awesome plate of baked rice together :) He insists that he did all the cooking but I feel that I am responsible for a  significant fraction of the cooking process too! We were pinching the ingredients (fried chicken, ham, shredded cheese, buttered rice....) as we cooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qKujEo7H3dk/TcVffCuYjsI/AAAAAAAADAA/l-N7Pz1scqs/s1600/P4231372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qKujEo7H3dk/TcVffCuYjsI/AAAAAAAADAA/l-N7Pz1scqs/s400/P4231372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603990298244452034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJFP-DECmE4/TcVfe4qi2wI/AAAAAAAAC_4/LU17_kULnQM/s1600/P4231376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJFP-DECmE4/TcVfe4qi2wI/AAAAAAAAC_4/LU17_kULnQM/s400/P4231376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603990295543995138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;LOOKS AWESOME RIGHT :) It's like a cheese bomb in yo' face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0xJTu4ZtOE/TcVfejqqnuI/AAAAAAAAC_w/rEz75ZzMuDQ/s1600/P4231379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I0xJTu4ZtOE/TcVfejqqnuI/AAAAAAAAC_w/rEz75ZzMuDQ/s400/P4231379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603990289907359458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Also, here are some photos from my 19th birthday! Which happened like......about a week ago. I am so backward in updating my blog haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOmMuuE1SFc/TcVbvyBZ7jI/AAAAAAAAC_o/3wd5ZkyqT64/s1600/P4271397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOmMuuE1SFc/TcVbvyBZ7jI/AAAAAAAAC_o/3wd5ZkyqT64/s400/P4271397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603986187772096050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6Y3O8kyzCQ/TcVbvYGKQzI/AAAAAAAAC_g/4mf3BUk_izQ/s1600/P4271405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6Y3O8kyzCQ/TcVbvYGKQzI/AAAAAAAAC_g/4mf3BUk_izQ/s400/P4271405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603986180812718898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The boyfriends! Xavier, Junhui and Jerome. (Someone please tell me why is my boyfriend the retard of the lot....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gtrpr59PFyE/TcVbvLeYC4I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/98MKHPxrt8g/s1600/P4271407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gtrpr59PFyE/TcVbvLeYC4I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/98MKHPxrt8g/s400/P4271407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603986177424624514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cloNKhRy1XQ/TcVbu6RNpzI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/j2uuOmpYIjA/s1600/P4271409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cloNKhRy1XQ/TcVbu6RNpzI/AAAAAAAAC_Q/j2uuOmpYIjA/s400/P4271409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603986172806014770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Betty BOOB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5aPFIQnB3SM/TcVbuRfpeeI/AAAAAAAAC_I/ry0M9ZOuovM/s1600/P4271411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5aPFIQnB3SM/TcVbuRfpeeI/AAAAAAAAC_I/ry0M9ZOuovM/s400/P4271411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603986161860704738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LkX7_MId-Dk/TcVagjwtQRI/AAAAAAAAC_A/1wUL8NplE5I/s1600/P4271420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LkX7_MId-Dk/TcVagjwtQRI/AAAAAAAAC_A/1wUL8NplE5I/s400/P4271420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603984826734297362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kLUrG07znQ/TcVagC4f4ZI/AAAAAAAAC-4/2T3FENGfb5E/s1600/P4271430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kLUrG07znQ/TcVagC4f4ZI/AAAAAAAAC-4/2T3FENGfb5E/s400/P4271430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603984817908605330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnZiyG0jTY4/TcVaf26ywsI/AAAAAAAAC-w/BbWHg5kPw3I/s1600/P4271431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnZiyG0jTY4/TcVaf26ywsI/AAAAAAAAC-w/BbWHg5kPw3I/s400/P4271431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603984814697005762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jerome's turkey leg unglammie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ksctQSULmeY/TcVafj5N9tI/AAAAAAAAC-o/_9dYY8SCxG0/s1600/P4271447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ksctQSULmeY/TcVafj5N9tI/AAAAAAAAC-o/_9dYY8SCxG0/s400/P4271447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603984809590126290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzEYTZ-xUcw/TcVafUWom9I/AAAAAAAAC-g/i03o0aKg2mw/s1600/P4271451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rzEYTZ-xUcw/TcVafUWom9I/AAAAAAAAC-g/i03o0aKg2mw/s400/P4271451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603984805418539986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgXFTFihoA0/TcVZvmEod3I/AAAAAAAAC-Y/VQ81ijFRrnw/s1600/P4271462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgXFTFihoA0/TcVZvmEod3I/AAAAAAAAC-Y/VQ81ijFRrnw/s400/P4271462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603983985541150578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZC153PhBNc/TcVZvRN1n0I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/hNeLSag4lek/s1600/P4271463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZC153PhBNc/TcVZvRN1n0I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/hNeLSag4lek/s400/P4271463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603983979942616898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NvZ8nxiFuUM/TcVZuzbq62I/AAAAAAAAC-I/E9YTFIEW1Sk/s1600/P4271466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NvZ8nxiFuUM/TcVZuzbq62I/AAAAAAAAC-I/E9YTFIEW1Sk/s400/P4271466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603983971947572066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dru6kxinN9A/TcVZuoQuAwI/AAAAAAAAC-A/PNst3s7QJdA/s1600/P4271474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dru6kxinN9A/TcVZuoQuAwI/AAAAAAAAC-A/PNst3s7QJdA/s400/P4271474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603983968948847362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fU5ehgzXC0/TcVZuVl7oeI/AAAAAAAAC94/Zp1-IRyPu4E/s1600/P4271484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fU5ehgzXC0/TcVZuVl7oeI/AAAAAAAAC94/Zp1-IRyPu4E/s400/P4271484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603983963937546722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZ_XPFaP1t0/TcVXzfjxKeI/AAAAAAAAC9w/R-S9KBji3NY/s1600/P4271486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CZ_XPFaP1t0/TcVXzfjxKeI/AAAAAAAAC9w/R-S9KBji3NY/s400/P4271486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603981853488916962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-stwFXTWxDLM/TcVXzAYPdHI/AAAAAAAAC9o/I7vGYsDwKsQ/s1600/P4271489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-stwFXTWxDLM/TcVXzAYPdHI/AAAAAAAAC9o/I7vGYsDwKsQ/s400/P4271489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603981845119071346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Look how muscular the guy is! They told him that it was my birthday and he arrowed me by glaring at me scarily and chasing me around. I got pretty scared HAHA. Because I was like a tiny gnome scurrying and he caught up with me with every big stride of his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wFoBT1ZCSiA/TcVXyzKdqrI/AAAAAAAAC9g/TjXR4OEOTkk/s1600/P4271490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wFoBT1ZCSiA/TcVXyzKdqrI/AAAAAAAAC9g/TjXR4OEOTkk/s400/P4271490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603981841571621554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WeXgVdTmV8/TcVXyQhMLrI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/HhWWtvZrWZU/s1600/P4271493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WeXgVdTmV8/TcVXyQhMLrI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/HhWWtvZrWZU/s400/P4271493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603981832271703730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Battlestar Glactica was shioooooook. We took it 7 times I think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rs3o8FJoauk/TcVXyIojymI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/1a_vP1Q0hx4/s1600/P4271494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rs3o8FJoauk/TcVXyIojymI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/1a_vP1Q0hx4/s400/P4271494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603981830155127394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ycS5cj5F9E/TcVW084sTaI/AAAAAAAAC9I/o0bhMu2koMQ/s1600/P4271508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ycS5cj5F9E/TcVW084sTaI/AAAAAAAAC9I/o0bhMu2koMQ/s400/P4271508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603980779029548450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJHR70QJsuA/TcVW0gQkfqI/AAAAAAAAC9A/M-Pn-j3eKqc/s1600/P4271519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJHR70QJsuA/TcVW0gQkfqI/AAAAAAAAC9A/M-Pn-j3eKqc/s400/P4271519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603980771345071778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We were super sweaty and sticky after a day at USS, so we went to One Degree 15 to shower and have some drinks, pizza and chicken wings at night. We were supposed to go to Timbre but since we were already at Sentosa......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndPQXWZ-2NI/TcVW0cmHx7I/AAAAAAAAC84/Ckkv1_eikx8/s1600/P4271534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndPQXWZ-2NI/TcVW0cmHx7I/AAAAAAAAC84/Ckkv1_eikx8/s400/P4271534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603980770361722802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We spent the night chilling and talking and it was good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I went home and my parents held a cake-cutting celebration for me. It was a short and simple song and cake celebration but it made me feel warm at heart and happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ptq8vBW4RSQ/TcVWz7M79-I/AAAAAAAAC8w/tdumhvvrboI/s1600/P4281553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ptq8vBW4RSQ/TcVWz7M79-I/AAAAAAAAC8w/tdumhvvrboI/s400/P4281553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603980761397721058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XWempZOQ_C8/TcVWznVK8KI/AAAAAAAAC8o/84CI8oQ_60E/s1600/P4281554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XWempZOQ_C8/TcVWznVK8KI/AAAAAAAAC8o/84CI8oQ_60E/s400/P4281554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603980756063547554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yeap that was my birthday. Kay I need to go sleep now because I've got work at 8am tomorrow!&lt;/span&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/11847699-7329277779432001760?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7329277779432001760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7329277779432001760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-been-pretty-busy-and-lazy-to-update.html' title='oh whoa oh'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qKujEo7H3dk/TcVffCuYjsI/AAAAAAAADAA/l-N7Pz1scqs/s72-c/P4231372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-8571210298020861999</id><published>2011-04-29T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T16:45:47.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It's a lovely rainy day and I'm at home slacking because I'm off today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;However, instead of spending my time fruitfully and productively, I've been spending the past 3 hours trying to start up the computers at home. BOTH my laptop and desktop refuse to start up!My desktop is really really old actually. It's like a poor old dying farm cow trying to pull a cart in the fields. After straining and taking forever to load, it would just give up altogether suddenly, let out a grey cloud of smoke, and cut to the "No signal" screen. (Okay kidding about the smoke part). As for my laptop, it would suddenly halfway when I'm happily surfing, and then switch off. I could restart my laptop more than 6 times in half an hour. SOUNDS HORRIBLE RIGHT. HIGH TIME I GOT A NEW LAPTOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I was so frustrated I was sure that either the laptop would be sent flying out of the window or I would take a spring out of the window if it hung on me one. more. time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I finally managed to start up the laptop and I've kept it surviving for the past 20 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Oh oh and I just turned 19 two days ago! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I had an awesome birthday spent with Junhui, Jean, Peggy, Jerome(Jean's boyfriend) and Xavier(Peggy's boyfriend) at Universal Studios Singapore and One Degree 15 :) I'll upload the photos next time (in case this bloody piece of junk metal hangs on me again halfway).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Anyway, I've got news from NUS and SMU already. NUS offered me Arts and Social Sciences while SMU offered me Business. I think I'm going with SMU! As I've said before, I've not much interest in going into arts subjects in deep.......plus, the likely career option when you're produced from Arts and Social Science is to become a teacher. And after being killed many times while trying to escape school, I don't think I want to return to school again, much less build my career there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I also foresee myself leaving my job at Starhub real soon! Like.......in 3 weeks time? I don't see any point staying there anymore because most of my closest and loveliest colleagues are leaving, including Novia! :( She tendered her resignation letter last Monday already. Work is already a dread as it is, I can't imagine having to continue working alone when my friends are all gone :( I'd be leaving behind the good pay though.....thinking about it, work at Starhub brings good money, (though NOT easy money). If I worked else where, I'd probably only earn the usual mediocre $6 - $7 per hour, and I'm not so sure if that's sufficient for me. Well, for one, I need to get a new laptop ASAP and a laptop would suck $1k plus out of my bank account. Sigh :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Having worked my brains off since A levels ended, I actually don't mind switching to a low-paying but fun/brainless/stress-free job. I think it would be fun to work in Universal Studios! Or even wearing a Big Bird costume and singing with kids at a sing-along children's' show in a mall. Well course, I may die of the heat from being trapped into the costume, and the children may permanently bear the impression that Big Bird sings like crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;This is abrupt but I'm supposed to go wash my bunnies now. And tbh I'm quite lazy :/&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/11847699-8571210298020861999?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/8571210298020861999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=8571210298020861999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/8571210298020861999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/8571210298020861999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-lovely-rainy-day-and-im-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-1982317324527550792</id><published>2011-04-21T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:40:51.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Short note to self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Dear Steph,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Please do not die of low self-esteem. Please hang in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I look forward to waking up one morning and feeling like the day is going to be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-1982317324527550792?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/1982317324527550792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=1982317324527550792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/1982317324527550792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/1982317324527550792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/04/short-note-to-self-dear-steph-please-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-371917168405704326</id><published>2011-04-15T23:09:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T02:11:31.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HI WORLD! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's been 3 days since the chalet at Downtown East ended and I'm feeling very sad that it's over :( Well who doesn't feel sad when all the fun ends right :( I'm back to reality and having to show up at the office for work for nearly 10 hours everyday. MEHHHHHH :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyway here are some photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;On the first day(which was last Sunday) we had Junhui's classmates (Tim, Marc, Aish, Megan, Amanda, Edna, Danielle ) coming over for a barbecue. It was raining so fucking heavily for about  hours in the evening actually, we didn't think the rain would actually even cease. So we were contemplating whether to abort the barbecue plan, because the pits would be wet......Then his classmates who were at Fairprice called and said there's something called the portable ready-made barbecue pit (?). It's a tiny pit the size of A4 with charcoal and fire-starters in it. So we got two of those tiny portable pits! The plan was to barbecue indoors if we were left with no choice haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thank god the rain stopped around 9pm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J5cdWcwQL4k/Tah7lfHlAdI/AAAAAAAAC8g/mLcEQOgU-fQ/s1600/P4101155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J5cdWcwQL4k/Tah7lfHlAdI/AAAAAAAAC8g/mLcEQOgU-fQ/s400/P4101155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595858420946502098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;See how small the barbecue pit is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFMU2CWp5Gs/Tah7lO_g1mI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/bY5v1WHAfSU/s1600/P4101159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFMU2CWp5Gs/Tah7lO_g1mI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/bY5v1WHAfSU/s400/P4101159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595858416617707106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amanda's chicken wing unglammie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9erCjg24G4/Tah5oTZv97I/AAAAAAAAC8Q/r_ME87bBf4U/s1600/P4101167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b9erCjg24G4/Tah5oTZv97I/AAAAAAAAC8Q/r_ME87bBf4U/s400/P4101167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595856270317844402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aish finally picked up the apron and cooked hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9iMhNNN32LM/Tah5oMb7nkI/AAAAAAAAC8I/ITNWNcLZNMs/s1600/P4101169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9iMhNNN32LM/Tah5oMb7nkI/AAAAAAAAC8I/ITNWNcLZNMs/s400/P4101169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595856268447948354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At night we had the guys ( Jeremy, Shiyong, Reuben, Kelvin) come over for drinks! We had quite a lot to drink; a bottle of vodka, Baileys' and a black label. The guys were playing Chubby Bunny while I sat aside and watched in delight as they tortured their cheeks, stuffing as many marshmallows as they in their mouths while trying to articulate "CHUBBY BUNNY!" clearly. It was fucking hilarious hahahahah especially sy! He managed to stuff 2 marshmallows only and then he wanted to die alreadyLOLOLOLOLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HStQJLdcY3Y/Tah5n8oPjAI/AAAAAAAAC8A/2c9xujsLtIY/s1600/P4111180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HStQJLdcY3Y/Tah5n8oPjAI/AAAAAAAAC8A/2c9xujsLtIY/s400/P4111180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595856264204618754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BLYwB3x9lW8/Tah5nogdP2I/AAAAAAAAC74/O-_93FcMdaE/s1600/P4111183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BLYwB3x9lW8/Tah5nogdP2I/AAAAAAAAC74/O-_93FcMdaE/s400/P4111183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595856258803253090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tga1zrzE6OM/Tah5ndXoTtI/AAAAAAAAC7w/Qk9lTdIR3eE/s1600/P4111197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tga1zrzE6OM/Tah5ndXoTtI/AAAAAAAAC7w/Qk9lTdIR3eE/s400/P4111197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595856255813439186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bArJPa6HfQ4/Tah4sAiEk4I/AAAAAAAAC7o/vAP0FcNdxWU/s1600/P4111199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bArJPa6HfQ4/Tah4sAiEk4I/AAAAAAAAC7o/vAP0FcNdxWU/s400/P4111199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595855234460324738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3TMorEprBwQ/Tah4r7n8hdI/AAAAAAAAC7g/aPcY5JzF0oM/s1600/P4111206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3TMorEprBwQ/Tah4r7n8hdI/AAAAAAAAC7g/aPcY5JzF0oM/s400/P4111206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595855233142785490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We went out to 7-eleven at night to get more mixers and I bought a bottle of bubble solution from one of the mama shops nearby :D Whenever the guys went out to smoke I would be furiously blowing bubbles at the side like a looney! BUBBLE HEAVEN ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh9jSrjgdkA/Tah4rZ1f2BI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/t6nqNnVJdcw/s1600/P4111211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh9jSrjgdkA/Tah4rZ1f2BI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/t6nqNnVJdcw/s400/P4111211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595855224072820754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBfQkga0ZXc/Tah4rBUEa-I/AAAAAAAAC7Q/T3qkU84rft8/s1600/P4111212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SBfQkga0ZXc/Tah4rBUEa-I/AAAAAAAAC7Q/T3qkU84rft8/s400/P4111212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595855217490160610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jeremy really enjoyed my bubblezz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NUzVSJPojEs/Tah4qwpZjfI/AAAAAAAAC7I/N-Juh7s2Lqw/s1600/P4111213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NUzVSJPojEs/Tah4qwpZjfI/AAAAAAAAC7I/N-Juh7s2Lqw/s400/P4111213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595855213016223218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yi4aC1f94og/Tah34DXA-aI/AAAAAAAAC7A/Ky_c7PzP6zA/s1600/P4111214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yi4aC1f94og/Tah34DXA-aI/AAAAAAAAC7A/Ky_c7PzP6zA/s400/P4111214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595854341866060194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-fO_bbh99k/Tah331qug2I/AAAAAAAAC64/FOvLjLSHUGM/s1600/P4111218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-fO_bbh99k/Tah331qug2I/AAAAAAAAC64/FOvLjLSHUGM/s400/P4111218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595854338190639970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We played drinking games till about 3am at night, one of which includes Circle of Death. I got the frigging' king's cup, which was a huge mug of a gross concoction of vodka, sprite, beer AND chocolate milk O_O It smelt and tasted disgusting. The chocolate milk agglutinated into little lumps and brown nuggets. Ewwwwwww right :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We also spent the night watching Ninja Warrior on the television in the room and laughed at all those fail contestants who entered the scene with a confident victory cheer and displayed a short choreography of their high kicks and hoo-ha punches..........and then ended up falling into muddy water face down or tripping over an obstacle and hitting their crotches. LAWLZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The next  day Junhui and I ate Pastamania(with the 30% student price discount, of course!) and watched Hop. The bunny show was damn cute and I thought it was quite nice, although the boy said it was boring :( We also walked around Fairprice to replenish our food supply( as we had another barbecue on Monday night HAHA).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Marc and his friend, Audrey, Jean and Jerome came over at night for the second round of barbecue! This time we only had 1 of the portable barbecue pits to use because some idiot stole 1 of our pits at night when we left them outside to cool down -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Btw we didn't really have a large variety of food; we had sausages, crab stick, otah, mushrooms  and chicken wings. LOOOOOOOOOOTTTSSSSS of crabsticks omg, because Aish brought 80 crabsticks on sunday. We still had leftover crabsticks after the second day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_Rm3PWjrEQ/Tah33tE8dtI/AAAAAAAAC6w/jHfBE1QDDRo/s1600/P4111224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X_Rm3PWjrEQ/Tah33tE8dtI/AAAAAAAAC6w/jHfBE1QDDRo/s400/P4111224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595854335884687058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hp3J9FUXrSw/Tah33UexfyI/AAAAAAAAC6o/Joi9xRMgj6g/s1600/P4111225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hp3J9FUXrSw/Tah33UexfyI/AAAAAAAAC6o/Joi9xRMgj6g/s400/P4111225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595854329282133794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TT2azGJL9Qw/Tah33GFLVVI/AAAAAAAAC6g/a034NPRln84/s1600/P4111226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TT2azGJL9Qw/Tah33GFLVVI/AAAAAAAAC6g/a034NPRln84/s400/P4111226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595854325416678738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BUBBLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0GEBhp7HrI/Tah3FO6xN-I/AAAAAAAAC6Y/zt4GNOWzqiU/s1600/P4111231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0GEBhp7HrI/Tah3FO6xN-I/AAAAAAAAC6Y/zt4GNOWzqiU/s400/P4111231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595853468795484130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-91dDnQZDmNo/Tah3E492c4I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/us_qeMQ3gwM/s1600/P4111238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-91dDnQZDmNo/Tah3E492c4I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/us_qeMQ3gwM/s400/P4111238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595853462902829954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fx4TUgX6r8Q/Tah3EXi92XI/AAAAAAAAC6I/XX1sKdDzkho/s1600/P4121250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fx4TUgX6r8Q/Tah3EXi92XI/AAAAAAAAC6I/XX1sKdDzkho/s400/P4121250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595853453931698546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCoQUuFd1k4/Tah3EBopQsI/AAAAAAAAC6A/MA06lAh2Vg8/s1600/P4121254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SCoQUuFd1k4/Tah3EBopQsI/AAAAAAAAC6A/MA06lAh2Vg8/s400/P4121254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595853448049935042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pi8_6cULnLU/Tah3D2uPUBI/AAAAAAAAC54/tW59ezoNtP4/s1600/P4121269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pi8_6cULnLU/Tah3D2uPUBI/AAAAAAAAC54/tW59ezoNtP4/s400/P4121269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595853445120610322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gt0Uk-22viA/Tah1w0FeCgI/AAAAAAAAC5w/8EDrGrgausc/s1600/P4121283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gt0Uk-22viA/Tah1w0FeCgI/AAAAAAAAC5w/8EDrGrgausc/s400/P4121283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595852018483595778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BUBBLE BUBBLE BUBBLE HEAVEN :D so pretty right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1eRL3KQoa5g/Tah1wV5zwiI/AAAAAAAAC5o/Mv_K9yuWtXk/s1600/P4121290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1eRL3KQoa5g/Tah1wV5zwiI/AAAAAAAAC5o/Mv_K9yuWtXk/s400/P4121290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595852010381623842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FUoiNq2b_hI/Tah1wFSIVDI/AAAAAAAAC5g/N2MXNLAPNQQ/s1600/P4121292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FUoiNq2b_hI/Tah1wFSIVDI/AAAAAAAAC5g/N2MXNLAPNQQ/s400/P4121292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595852005920232498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pniI5iOn-wA/Tah1v38lxQI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/aKttprqP1zo/s1600/P4121293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pniI5iOn-wA/Tah1v38lxQI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/aKttprqP1zo/s400/P4121293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595852002340226306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Again, we spent the night playing games and drinking till late (Y) We wanted to go to Kbox to sing when we got drunk and high but unfortunately, the Kbox at Downtown east closes at 2am :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jerome got drunk the fastest and he fell into a deep sleep. I handed jean a piece of tissue paper twirled into a thin roll to tickle the insides of his nose. The tissue paper irritated his nasal walls and he ended up digging his nose in his sleep infront of all of us HAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We also took a video of him snoring! BLACKMAIL WORTHY JEROME! heh heh hehhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The next day we had to pack up and book out by 10.30am :( byebye chalet :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mmm we then headed down to Vivo City's Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's to get free ice cream! Tuesday was free cone day! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3bhxI4nASHo/Tah1vjLzsNI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/LeFMAwVTcoU/s1600/P4121301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3bhxI4nASHo/Tah1vjLzsNI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/LeFMAwVTcoU/s400/P4121301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595851996766908626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;look at my retarded boyfriend! [insert heartshape]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S9Kwu_UTOTM/TahpDEcUiKI/AAAAAAAAC34/pwVwGe-M8C4/s1600/P4121302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S9Kwu_UTOTM/TahpDEcUiKI/AAAAAAAAC34/pwVwGe-M8C4/s400/P4121302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595838038460893346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JC9HyBpAxTA/TahpCwfFBYI/AAAAAAAAC3w/zFd64YZLhDU/s1600/P4121304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JC9HyBpAxTA/TahpCwfFBYI/AAAAAAAAC3w/zFd64YZLhDU/s400/P4121304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595838033103750530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jtj4ZDKMMQo/TahpCuenV2I/AAAAAAAAC3o/ajO2NLW3yks/s1600/P4121305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jtj4ZDKMMQo/TahpCuenV2I/AAAAAAAAC3o/ajO2NLW3yks/s400/P4121305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595838032564934498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc3uxl_DNZE/TahpCKE8_bI/AAAAAAAAC3g/q5hDTBBVcXY/s1600/P4121308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc3uxl_DNZE/TahpCKE8_bI/AAAAAAAAC3g/q5hDTBBVcXY/s400/P4121308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595838022793625010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mrDddMjXyE/TahpB8EK_GI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/3Sz1LoMnVYQ/s1600/P4121314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mrDddMjXyE/TahpB8EK_GI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/3Sz1LoMnVYQ/s400/P4121314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595838019032251490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBvJBhto5iE/TahgM6FbNmI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/kIX_JKVXxBg/s1600/P4121315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBvJBhto5iE/TahgM6FbNmI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/kIX_JKVXxBg/s400/P4121315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595828311874549346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jerome brought us to One Degree Fifteen at Sentosa Cove for a swim in the afternoon because his dad has some membership there, I think. The swimming pool was awesome :) However i don't swim well and I cannot swim without googles HAHA. such a noob right..... i don't understand how people can see underwater without goggles! People tell me to just force my eyes open but the water stings my eyeballs when I do and everything is just blurryyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So the rest swam while I floated around like a half-dead squid while trying to keep afloat threading water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We went into the jacuzzi too! The bubbles came from Junhui's fart! (ahahahah juz keeding baaaabe) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ozodd_wS-aQ/TahgMeGcIXI/AAAAAAAAC3I/t6ZganHIF6k/s1600/P4121323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ozodd_wS-aQ/TahgMeGcIXI/AAAAAAAAC3I/t6ZganHIF6k/s400/P4121323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595828304362611058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GK8hLJi0yqM/TahgLg4HNyI/AAAAAAAAC3A/ysnbUnrRF3M/s1600/P4121326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GK8hLJi0yqM/TahgLg4HNyI/AAAAAAAAC3A/ysnbUnrRF3M/s400/P4121326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595828287927957282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G5u8Cxne2MM/TahgLY4X3wI/AAAAAAAAC24/lnF-44Yuxto/s1600/P4121329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G5u8Cxne2MM/TahgLY4X3wI/AAAAAAAAC24/lnF-44Yuxto/s400/P4121329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595828285781565186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30BSqb_2Dak/TahgLNF1poI/AAAAAAAAC2w/52gADR4PfU4/s1600/P4121336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30BSqb_2Dak/TahgLNF1poI/AAAAAAAAC2w/52gADR4PfU4/s400/P4121336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595828282616817282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mmmm we were back at Vivo around 7pm for dinner. We had dinner at The Soup Spoon; the soup was surprisingly filling (y) We ended the day by shopping at F21^^ I didn't buy anything though, I manged to resist all urges and temptations! Isn't everyone so proud of me?! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And that's basically how I spent my 3 days of off over the 10th-12th of April! Sorry if the narration was boring, I'm pretty damn stoned from work today and it's 2am now but i kinda just wanted to finish posting this up. Will share more about my life negggxxtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;goodnighteverybody I have work tomorrow :(((((((&lt;/span&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/11847699-371917168405704326?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/371917168405704326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=371917168405704326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/371917168405704326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/371917168405704326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi-world-its-been-3-days-since-chalet.html' title='Chalet'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J5cdWcwQL4k/Tah7lfHlAdI/AAAAAAAAC8g/mLcEQOgU-fQ/s72-c/P4101155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-8771364863735808941</id><published>2011-04-05T23:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T10:07:54.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GrYyYUhdm9c/TZs_DBg-AqI/AAAAAAAAC2o/Z1fel_q92xA/s1600/mouse%2Band%2Bcheese.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GrYyYUhdm9c/TZs_DBg-AqI/AAAAAAAAC2o/Z1fel_q92xA/s400/mouse%2Band%2Bcheese.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592132683489477282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Image from Flickr)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been eating so much cheese recently till I'm starting to wonder if all the calcium is going to make my bones grow big, bulky and heavy like a man's, or if I'm going to grow fat till I myself become like a huge, squishy yellow lump. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My mom happened to get her hands on $80 worth of cold storage vouchers and we've spent most of it on replenishing the cheese in the house! Not those slices of sandwich cheese, but blocks and blocks of mozarella, white edam, red cheddar, and two bags of shredded mozarella :D The cheese has only been in my fridge for about 3 days but only a quarter of the portion's left! I eat the shredded mozarella by spoonfuls, as if they were Mammi noodles. damn shiok :D hahahahhahaha I'm so happy I am in cheese heaven^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;However, Novia told me that day that eating too much milk and cheese might cause an imbalance in your hormones and cause your skin to secrete more oil (?). Idk if that's true,but she said her sister lived on a diet of milk and cheese for a period of time and her face somehow became so oil it was shiny and reflective :O ........so perhaps to be on the safe side I shouldn't stuff myself with too much cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mmmm work's been pretty good recently. I've cleared most of my cases so yay :D I just hope they don't start piling up again! (which is most likely going to happen anyway but ohwellzz :/ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A week ago, Junhui had sketchy plans to go on a trip to Tioman with Tim, Megan, Amanda and I from 9-12 April. But the plan is off now because I realised that my passport has expired and it will take a about a week for me to renew my passport, so I won't make it in time :/ Junhui is not too keen on spending his hard-earned salary. But anyway, we're considering book a chalet for a day or two, (like a form of a mini-holiday haha). I'll be having 3 off days in a row this weekend so we might as well do something with it :) Plus the boy is enlisting in May (sadface x10000) so everyday now is precious as we count down to May :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Idk if we can get a chalet in time though cuz' it's like pretty like last minute now D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-8771364863735808941?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/8771364863735808941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=8771364863735808941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/8771364863735808941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/8771364863735808941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-been-eating-so-much-cheese-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GrYyYUhdm9c/TZs_DBg-AqI/AAAAAAAAC2o/Z1fel_q92xA/s72-c/mouse%2Band%2Bcheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-1751095693758233099</id><published>2011-03-25T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:40:00.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think I don't need a blog anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Probably because I'm not doing my life enough justice to write about it. Everything I write about nowadays comes across as so mundane, like I'm just a silly girl who complains about her job half the time and occasionally indulges in clubbing with friends to shake the stress off. I'm sick of this cycle myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pessimism is seeping into me today and I'm starting to feel like I'm just smiling and  floating around in this thing called "life", but not really being present. (It doesn't help that I have to go for the interview at smu tomorrow, and with all this pessimism in me today, I feel like I'm going there tomorrow to embarrass myself infront of all the professors interviewing me and all the other intellectual candidates who will be at the interview too. ) Ikr right, this pessimism can kill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I told myself that I should have quit my job earlier so that I would have more time to do things that are beneficial to myself, instead of just being obsessed about earning the $9/hr pay. Like if I weren't tied to this job, I could subscribe to cable TV and watch BBC News/CNN/Bloomberg/Sky News all day and be updated about current affairs/the world's present economic health/politics, so that I would be able to present myself as a highly intellectual, knowledgeable and sophisticated person at interviews (such as the one tomorrow....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'll have to admit that since after I've started work, I've been too busy to flip the pages of the newspaper or even sit down to watch a half an hour episode of the News at 9 on Channel 5. (Perhaps work is an excuse, perhaps I've been like this all the while and I'm just using work as a cover-up for my laziness). Here I stand now as an ignorant tortoise, totally unprepared to sit for a formal interview ( interview is an euphemism already, it's more like a test/audition for them to scrutinize me like they've got x-ray vision that can burn holes through my shirt) for my admission into a university. The more I type this, the more I feel that by having chosen to throw myself headfirst into a full time (sucky) job for the sake of earning more income, I've more or less reduced myself to an ignorant creature without a life, and I've screwed up my chances with smu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But then again, if I quit my job, what am I going to do? Sleep in and wake up late and lie around the house like a piece of overcooked spagetti on the couch watching television all day? Even when I imagine myself doing something "productive", such as watching the news or reading the papers, the mere thought of doing that everyday is enough to bore me into stone-state. Going out everyday with no input of income would just drain all my earnings, and I'll complain even more when I'm broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wonder if it's just me/being a girl/human, but with either choice I find myself unsatisfied. "No time" and "too much time" are two extremes that gives humans something to whine about, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And this is random, but my mom just gave me (what she calls "Fruit juice") a concoction of apple/tomatoes/olives blended into juice in a mug. No offence mom, but this tastes horrible and I don't want to drink it :((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I should probably get back to reading articles about current affairs to equip myself with some knowledge for tomorrow, just in case :/&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/11847699-1751095693758233099?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/1751095693758233099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=1751095693758233099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/1751095693758233099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/1751095693758233099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-think-i-dont-need-blog-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-1097787707892365013</id><published>2011-03-23T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T23:03:13.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1111111111111</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am so tired but today was an awesome day spent with Junhui :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Happy 11 months boyfriend! :D [insert heartshape x10000]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm still kinda full from the cheese baked rice and I'm getting sleeeeeepyyyy on a full stomach. My mom is even asking me to eat sushi omggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kay going to bathe and sleep now, there's work at 9am tomorrow(dread....)&lt;/span&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/11847699-1097787707892365013?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/1097787707892365013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=1097787707892365013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/1097787707892365013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/1097787707892365013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/03/1111111111111.html' title='1111111111111'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-5539270009350485971</id><published>2011-03-14T22:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T15:30:31.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who seconds that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I'm home early for once today and I think I should spend it wisely by actually SLEEPING EARLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or finish reading my overdue book that I borrowed from the library a month ago, or doing research on which course I want to take up in university.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Honestly, I get kind of scared thinking about what course I want! I just realised 2 days ago that there's nothing much for me at NUS Faculty of Arts and Social Science......I'm not particularly interested in delving deep into Chinese/Chinese studies/English/Literature/Geography/History/Sociology/Philosphy/andwhateverelsethereis for the next 3-4 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I kind of want to do Business..... but at this point of time, it somehow seems much bigger than I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I was still in secondary 3 selling my own hand-painted shoes alongside with Lijie and Joanna(H-A-M, A-N-D, H-I-P-P-O. HAM&amp;amp;HIPPOOOOOO~~ HAM&amp;amp;HIPPOOOOOO~~~), people frequently applauded us for our cute entrepreneurial efforts. The selling of goods, trading, demand and supply came to us naturally... You could call it business in a way, but a super small scaled one heh. Being a secondary school kid with little pocket money and coming from a financially-mediocre family background, earning a profit of 25buckaroozz per pair of shoes I sold was pretty delightful to me :D Plus, I found simple joy whenever people said that they loved the shoes I painted them :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And so at that point of time, I thought Business was what I wanted to do in future. And anything can be business as long as you're earning profit (...like drug dealing/prostitution/selling paper clips at 10cents each to my classmates in primary school). But I know Business in the real world is so much more than that. And I'm 19 this year but honestly I don't feel 19 yet. (I've always wanted growth to speed up but now I want a slow down button.) I'll admit that I don't really know what I want.....yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhoo, Wednesday is my off day so I'll dedicate my day to doing research about university courses! Need to bathe and clean my bunnies cage real soon too because Hippo's nails are too long and he scratched up all of his cage lining :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Better Bunny of the Month Award officially goes to Mindy(for once!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I start work at 8am tomorrow anyway, meh.&lt;/span&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/11847699-5539270009350485971?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/5539270009350485971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=5539270009350485971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/5539270009350485971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/5539270009350485971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/03/who-seconds-that.html' title='Who seconds that?'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-4236194096826680596</id><published>2011-03-12T01:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T15:24:57.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0R0FVaosdes/TXpaFUnzo7I/AAAAAAAAC2g/Uj3zq-7eqaQ/s1600/P3121041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0R0FVaosdes/TXpaFUnzo7I/AAAAAAAAC2g/Uj3zq-7eqaQ/s400/P3121041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582873735560668082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got home from work today and found this in my room! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was really surprised to see it because my boyfriend isn't the sort to buy gifts and flowers to surprise me, but he did today! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;According to my mom he showed up at my doorstep today while I was still away at work. My mom peeped through the door hole and saw a boy there with flowers and she thought he was trying to SELL THEM so she didn't open the door at first HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Until he rang up my home and spoke to my mom before she opened the door for him HAHAHAHAH epic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After a stressful day at work, the flower surprise kinda really really made my day (haha stupid boy I bet you'll be so happy to see me write this ) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are the sweetest I wuv youuuuuuu :))) (hahaha this is so mushy I know LOLOLOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway this is going to be a post with a few words and more photos because I'm too tired to type on, got work tomorrow sighhhhhhh :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some photos from last Saturday! Went Kbox with Tiffany, Shing, Eric and Justin for Klunch at Scape :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I promise I didn't sing horribly!!! I've long kicked the habit of singing horribly since it was too tormenting to those around me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LLZ7wSRCVis/TXpYw5hBG-I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/FV6WLOz8XnA/s1600/P3050990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LLZ7wSRCVis/TXpYw5hBG-I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/FV6WLOz8XnA/s400/P3050990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582872285175421922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLFSwO7uwoo/TXpYwaUczjI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/XAzg0GwCc5I/s1600/P3051008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLFSwO7uwoo/TXpYwaUczjI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/XAzg0GwCc5I/s400/P3051008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582872276801211954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7fDO9PdWhU/TXpYwK-L0BI/AAAAAAAAC2I/JFgzNgcxRng/s1600/P3051009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7fDO9PdWhU/TXpYwK-L0BI/AAAAAAAAC2I/JFgzNgcxRng/s400/P3051009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582872272681291794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dbr2XX6iJA8/TXpXuIGsStI/AAAAAAAAC2A/syPTm2sUYwI/s1600/P3050996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dbr2XX6iJA8/TXpXuIGsStI/AAAAAAAAC2A/syPTm2sUYwI/s400/P3050996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582871138040302290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6LDwrKr6S9Y/TXpXtoYzpGI/AAAAAAAAC14/CZCXPmmr2NQ/s1600/P3050998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6LDwrKr6S9Y/TXpXtoYzpGI/AAAAAAAAC14/CZCXPmmr2NQ/s400/P3050998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582871129526346850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CHEER UP SHING, WE LOVE YOUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSUr22YuN2k/TXpXtB9gY2I/AAAAAAAAC1w/Qg15tAem0jY/s1600/P3051001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pSUr22YuN2k/TXpXtB9gY2I/AAAAAAAAC1w/Qg15tAem0jY/s400/P3051001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582871119211291490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RYmU7f4WIzU/TXpXsllJf0I/AAAAAAAAC1o/2v6Jrg23HD4/s1600/P3051006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RYmU7f4WIzU/TXpXsllJf0I/AAAAAAAAC1o/2v6Jrg23HD4/s400/P3051006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582871111592935234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the girls I've known for nearly 4 years I think! Zixuan is missing though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfYiJESge_Q/TXpXsGlvvwI/AAAAAAAAC1g/hZgeKWMO_As/s1600/P3051007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mfYiJESge_Q/TXpXsGlvvwI/AAAAAAAAC1g/hZgeKWMO_As/s400/P3051007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582871103273942786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Met Junhui at town after that! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We met at town for lunch and we went to get my Pull&amp;amp;Bear bag YAY :D After which we slacked around town and chilled and talked.......and camwhored a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sd6-xa-9-HQ/TXpXCW9SbJI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/PB-dLmaRDd8/s1600/P3051023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sd6-xa-9-HQ/TXpXCW9SbJI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/PB-dLmaRDd8/s400/P3051023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582870386113146002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lkhLQV0MnKk/TXpXBwPPOXI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/uGGjyUbg_fc/s1600/P3051025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lkhLQV0MnKk/TXpXBwPPOXI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/uGGjyUbg_fc/s400/P3051025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582870375719450994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33tZdcv49v8/TXpXBSzXesI/AAAAAAAAC1I/fbMGayoR4uI/s1600/P3051024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33tZdcv49v8/TXpXBSzXesI/AAAAAAAAC1I/fbMGayoR4uI/s400/P3051024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582870367817923266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPjA2ze7NXo/TXpXBJPrxsI/AAAAAAAAC1A/pBXQuc8VaoI/s1600/P3051018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kPjA2ze7NXo/TXpXBJPrxsI/AAAAAAAAC1A/pBXQuc8VaoI/s400/P3051018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582870365252339394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1rzpQAa8Tzc/TXpXAtzVnDI/AAAAAAAAC04/3Bw2bQq_WIU/s1600/P3051027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1rzpQAa8Tzc/TXpXAtzVnDI/AAAAAAAAC04/3Bw2bQq_WIU/s400/P3051027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582870357885688882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ol1wrG53O-g/TXpWS-TAhCI/AAAAAAAAC0w/-tA5IalcyyU/s1600/P3051029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ol1wrG53O-g/TXpWS-TAhCI/AAAAAAAAC0w/-tA5IalcyyU/s400/P3051029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582869572039509026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bag is pretty small and it cost me $79.90 (heartache, ouch) but I really like it so even though I had to part with the cash, I'm happyflappy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3zB3yhoyYRw/TXpWSWUkqfI/AAAAAAAAC0o/jXeUacbYeFk/s1600/P3051017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3zB3yhoyYRw/TXpWSWUkqfI/AAAAAAAAC0o/jXeUacbYeFk/s400/P3051017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582869561308654066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Met Shiyong, Jeremy, Zach and Jeremy Michaels at town for awhile also because the boys needed to bitch about NS HAHAHAHA. Shiyong was telling us about how those overly obese people run half-naked at walking pace and look like they're going to explode and die of heart attack in the next step. wth right HAHA we're all mean porks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LGXV__F6AE8/TXpWRzqgAgI/AAAAAAAAC0g/fWXsqmOy42o/s1600/P3051031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LGXV__F6AE8/TXpWRzqgAgI/AAAAAAAAC0g/fWXsqmOy42o/s400/P3051031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582869552005382658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kV7bIjfhRcY/TXpWRePXf9I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/p35d-2ThNSY/s1600/P3051033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kV7bIjfhRcY/TXpWRePXf9I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/p35d-2ThNSY/s400/P3051033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582869546254434258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJ82wMQi9Jg/TXpWRKt2awI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/n-0AKeEMEJM/s1600/P3051019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJ82wMQi9Jg/TXpWRKt2awI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/n-0AKeEMEJM/s400/P3051019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582869541013580546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We caught I Am Number Four at night; action-packed movie with a simplistic plot and a cute guy as the lead. It was nice anyway heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I told you the words were going to be sparse! Need to go sleep now because my Mom is nagging at me, since I got to wake up early for work tomorrow so byebyeeeee&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/11847699-4236194096826680596?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/4236194096826680596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=4236194096826680596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/4236194096826680596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/4236194096826680596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-got-home-from-work-today-and-found.html' title='Roses'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0R0FVaosdes/TXpaFUnzo7I/AAAAAAAAC2g/Uj3zq-7eqaQ/s72-c/P3121041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-7823575578814548508</id><published>2011-03-10T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:30:20.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I'm thinking of quitting my job at StarHub soon :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I expected myself to be psychologically stronger but this job is tougher than what I thought it was like actually. I dread going to work everyday and I constantly wonder to myself why am I torturing myself like this. I finally escaped a hell which is school to take a breather for a few months, I'm supposed to be letting my hair down after A levels and not putting myself through shit like this. But who knew that from one hell, I dived headfirst into another. (I can't decide which is worse though.....) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The only thing that motivates me to stick with this shitty job is the $9/hr pay HAHA., Like seriously, if not who will willing want to put up with the stress of having angry people scream at you and call in everyday to ask for you :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Without my lovely colleagues around I would have died a long time ago though! They're wonderful friendly people :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But honestly, when the calls are low, it's like DAMN EASY MONEY HAHA (Y) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And I need money to feed my crazy spending. I finally bought that satchel from Pull&amp;amp;Bear that I had my eyes on for 2 weeks yay :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; Plus being an adult without student fare, transport fee causes a heartache too :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ahhhhhhh I will see how long I can stick it out at Starhub! I secretly want to stay on the job to prove to my Mom that I can take this heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I wanted to upload some pictures tonight but I got lazy, meh&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/11847699-7823575578814548508?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/7823575578814548508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=7823575578814548508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7823575578814548508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7823575578814548508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-thinking-of-quitting-my-job-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-6895220234731033643</id><published>2011-03-04T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T22:05:38.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've gotten my A level results!!!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's like a load off my chest because I kept thinking that collecting my results would only double-confirm my fate to be destined to go to SIM, which is.............nothing to look forward to, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mmmm but my results actually shocked me today. I was expecting crap like BCDD or somefing but it wasn't as bad as I expected. I was expecting a D for Literature so never in my wildest dreams did I dream that I would clinch an A :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I expected an A for Math but I guess the bell curve is super steep this year because the paper was easy, so I got a B :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And the rest were okay. Overall ts not faaaaaantaaaasteeek but decent so I'm happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(at least I won't have to go to SIM HAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm so glad I got past today, I'm so fucking tired now, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I slept for only 2 hours last night, out of the past 36 hours that I've been awake for the past 2 days.  (But I never really get eyebags heh (y) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yesterday I started work at 8am and I worked till 7.30pm. Then I slacked around in the office with my colleagues till 9pm to wait for everyone to end shift, after which nearly the whole of my department went to Bishan or prawning together! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It was my first time prawning so I was really excited :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Plus I LOVE eating prawns they r so fuckn yummyz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We stayed there till about 3am, chilling and barbecuing prawns. Think butter&amp;amp;garlic prawns, chilli prawns, CHEESE PRAWNS(I love cheese and I love prawns so what can get better than this combination ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I slept at 4am, then woke up at 6am and went back to work again. omggggg kill me luh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, so tired I wanted to die. And then I had to drag my reluctant body to school to get my results. Dreadful day but YAY now I can celebrate ;)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm pretty stoned now actually&lt;/span&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/11847699-6895220234731033643?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/6895220234731033643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=6895220234731033643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6895220234731033643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/6895220234731033643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-gotten-my-level-results-its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-1646036916792688163</id><published>2011-02-27T08:09:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T23:00:28.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need. Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It is 7.16am and I woke up on my bed to find myself still in my clubbing dress, my dried out contact lenses that I've been wearing for the past 18 odd hours firmly adhered to my eyeballs and my make up is un-removed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What is this zomgggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It was kind of a last minute decision to head to Attica last night! I met up with Jean, Jerome (btw Peggy I miss you!rest well and get well soooooon :) ) and his friends at town and they drove to a place nearby Zouk where we drank a little from the bottle of vodka that Jerome brought out. Then we wanted to enter Zouk but the queue was so fucking long so we cabbed down to Attica instead, where the guys opened a bottle and got us a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't even remember dancing much at all, I only remember cheers-ing everyone and downing cups after cups (TAAAAAAAA!!). And I was talking to one of Jerome's friends, he just had a break up like 3 days ago and he was still hurting from the heartache even when he was at the club. But that's okay I understand because it always takes awhile to heal from pain of having someone walk out of your life (been there and I don't want to be there again. Then again, who does?) So I was talking to him and trying to get him to be positive and cheer up, but sitting down after drinks is NOT GOOD. Usually by the end of the night I would be almost sober and the effect of the alcohol would have worn off because I always dance it away, but sitting down just makes all the alcohol collect in the pit of your stomach and makes you feel shitty and bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The next thing I knew, I was being led to a dustbin so that I could throw up! And I didn't feel too well (I was up since 6am that day and I was at work from 8am to 7.30pm, tired ttm can you imagine) so I left early and flagged a cab and headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hate cab rides actually because the ride is usually bumpy (cars shouldn't run on diesel) and I always get motion sickness, WHICH JUST MADE ME WANT TO PUKE MORE. I grabbed a plastic bag from the cab uncle and threw up a few times in it, till the bag was half full. The cab driver kind of drove a little far off past my house but I told him I'll just get down and walk back because U-turning is a waste of time (and cab fare, the 1.5 midnight charge! HAHA such a jew even when I'm drunk right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And the funny thing is, I didn't throw my bag of sour and lumpy puke away after I got down the cab, I held onto it as I walked home because I was thinking that I could use it for defense if any stranger tried to attack me HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well it was 3am in the morning! dangerdangerdanger for a (beeyooooteefool) maiden laik meeeeee heh. Some dude got in the same elevator as me and he was looking at me weirdly like I was crazy to be holding onto a bag of smelly puke when there was a dustbin next to the elevator. It appeared as though I were some crime investigation detective and that bag of puke contained evidence and I was going to bring it home to analyse lolololololollllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyway, I just showered and I feel nice and clean ^^ Surprisingly, even though I was up for 21 hours and I only had 3 hours of sleep, I feel pretty awake and alert! So that's why I'm up now, typing this as I wait for my hair and my mask (my face is green now haha) to dry, since I rarely get the time to update this space due to my busy work schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My mom popped by my room just now to check on me and she asked me if I got drunk last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She said that she forbids me to go clubbing/drinking anymore because she thinks I'm too young for all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And then the typical mother-daughter teenage rebellion scene happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mom: I forbid you to go drinking anymore! You're going to grow up to be an alcoholic if I let this go on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Me: MOOOOOO-OOOOMMMM! I'm turning 19 this year! Next year I'll be 20! (It scares me saying that) I'm not a small girl anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mom: Regardless of how old you are, you can turn 20 or 30 or 40 but you'll always be a baby to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Me: MOOOOOOMMMM can you stop over-reacting?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And then I could see the realization and reluctance in my mom's eyes as she kept silent for the rest of the time, digesting reluctance to accept that her child is growing up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But yeah, so fucking typical right? Happens all the time to everyone I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Anyway! On a totally random note, since I'm awake and I'm blogging I shall spam this space with long overdue photos that I found in my camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PHOTO SPAAAAAMMMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Erm this is supper that I made myself on I-can't-remember-when. My parents were over at my aunt's for mahjong till 4am and I stayed at home alone watching TV and pigging out on my couch heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8SJ1tMGchZU/TWmbjnQ0A6I/AAAAAAAAC0I/mTEhiqAL6rY/s1600/P2050880.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578160649612297122" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8SJ1tMGchZU/TWmbjnQ0A6I/AAAAAAAAC0I/mTEhiqAL6rY/s400/P2050880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;My cheese and sausage omelette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5B62_Hi-O4Q/TWmbjXgX9xI/AAAAAAAAC0A/3o8CqaW7VDM/s1600/P2050881.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578160645382600466" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5B62_Hi-O4Q/TWmbjXgX9xI/AAAAAAAAC0A/3o8CqaW7VDM/s400/P2050881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This was the day out with Xiangying (Junhui's sister). She asked me to help her with her photography project and be her model for a day. I thought she was going to take happy shots of me because the theme was Childhood, but it turned out that she wanted to take EMO shots!!! hahahahahahahahah it was fucking fail, I'm not the type that can deliberately wear a depressed look and pose like I'm in agony. So for every other shot I couldn't help breaking out into smiles and laughter. I'm sorry Xiangying!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q99_KdyGmiI/TWmbjIpQ-ZI/AAAAAAAACz4/BJTPhq6J5Ak/s1600/P2090899.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578160641393359250" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q99_KdyGmiI/TWmbjIpQ-ZI/AAAAAAAACz4/BJTPhq6J5Ak/s400/P2090899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kVAX6ApLhE4/TWmbi_DArAI/AAAAAAAACzw/Yq2HlcIDQfo/s1600/P2090900.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578160638816988162" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kVAX6ApLhE4/TWmbi_DArAI/AAAAAAAACzw/Yq2HlcIDQfo/s400/P2090900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This was the day we followed Shiyong to get his head shaved for army!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;His hair was like this before the shave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDhVnAw4T_0/TWmbiq_y5CI/AAAAAAAACzo/iU5nOuUrzfw/s1600/P2090904.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578160633434792994" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDhVnAw4T_0/TWmbiq_y5CI/AAAAAAAACzo/iU5nOuUrzfw/s400/P2090904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qf9T93fLG2w/TWma3iQ96XI/AAAAAAAACzg/rCtUXCV1wVM/s1600/P2090909.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578159892356524402" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qf9T93fLG2w/TWma3iQ96XI/AAAAAAAACzg/rCtUXCV1wVM/s400/P2090909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;See the sadness in his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHA I swear all of us were damn happy and excited about watching him shave! It totally made my day HAHAHAHAH I feel evilzz. It was quite comical because we stood behind him as he took his seat at the salon, and in the mirror you can see our faces beaming with eagerness and excitement for the shave to begin, while Shiyong was the only one looking damn depressed haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nh69ev0hC_8/TWma3Vj1m3I/AAAAAAAACzY/1t8BTsIRKEM/s1600/P2090916.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578159888946010994" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nh69ev0hC_8/TWma3Vj1m3I/AAAAAAAACzY/1t8BTsIRKEM/s400/P2090916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGTJ0XzssOg/TWma3L27z_I/AAAAAAAACzQ/hsIT1mmiQxI/s1600/P2090924.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578159886341754866" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XGTJ0XzssOg/TWma3L27z_I/AAAAAAAACzQ/hsIT1mmiQxI/s400/P2090924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;We told the hair stylist to give leave that clump of hair on his head HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Look at Keith in the background....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZXZkDfzIe8/TWma2zcJdsI/AAAAAAAACzI/1yC0WBSw1Ws/s1600/P2090926.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578159879786952386" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZXZkDfzIe8/TWma2zcJdsI/AAAAAAAACzI/1yC0WBSw1Ws/s400/P2090926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QPy9DyrHGg8/TWma2k62nuI/AAAAAAAACzA/StodvcuMc6A/s1600/P2090927.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578159875889209058" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QPy9DyrHGg8/TWma2k62nuI/AAAAAAAACzA/StodvcuMc6A/s400/P2090927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Shiyong getting his shaved head washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BY55aXc9O9E/TWmZ3eQHjjI/AAAAAAAACy4/zCsGvNLzdek/s1600/P2090933.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578158791767592498" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BY55aXc9O9E/TWmZ3eQHjjI/AAAAAAAACy4/zCsGvNLzdek/s400/P2090933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Me: "What is there to wash?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TLjVVfIuv04/TWmZ3Fhr4GI/AAAAAAAACyw/m0yAGGAbBLg/s1600/P2090935.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578158785130389602" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TLjVVfIuv04/TWmZ3Fhr4GI/AAAAAAAACyw/m0yAGGAbBLg/s400/P2090935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lien was feeling emo-nemo that Shiyong was enlisting the next day so I let him wear my happy rainbow ring for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5cHxz8a_CM/TWmZ274-A2I/AAAAAAAACyo/kVvd7XIg0tU/s1600/P2090937.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578158782543692642" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5cHxz8a_CM/TWmZ274-A2I/AAAAAAAACyo/kVvd7XIg0tU/s400/P2090937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Shiyong looks like a cute monkey :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kWFTBRse8bo/TWmZ2hDK0MI/AAAAAAAACyg/O_-AxrRonew/s1600/P2090939.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578158775338717378" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kWFTBRse8bo/TWmZ2hDK0MI/AAAAAAAACyg/O_-AxrRonew/s400/P2090939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBu3kIx5Gd4/TWmZ2eQ9uQI/AAAAAAAACyY/G0d_XmEste4/s1600/P2090950.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578158774591273218" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBu3kIx5Gd4/TWmZ2eQ9uQI/AAAAAAAACyY/G0d_XmEste4/s400/P2090950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hahahaha his hair was his most prized possession, he was damn sad to lose it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mo7BNP8cTdc/TWmYsgClzgI/AAAAAAAACyQ/-961tWwvJUo/s1600/P2090956.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578157503757536770" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mo7BNP8cTdc/TWmYsgClzgI/AAAAAAAACyQ/-961tWwvJUo/s400/P2090956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is the Valentine cookie I baked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DwexzpqdOzs/TWmYsG6EeSI/AAAAAAAACyI/Jclb4TEIVfM/s1600/P2190974.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578157497010911522" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DwexzpqdOzs/TWmYsG6EeSI/AAAAAAAACyI/Jclb4TEIVfM/s400/P2190974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just kidding, they are fake actually. I moulded them out of lightweight clay and hand-painted them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT THEY LOOK PRETTY REAL RIGHT! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lucky loved ones got one if I met them around Valentines'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zA3ULlo-bZM/TWmYr6K4kcI/AAAAAAAACyA/FsUpOXSLaqk/s1600/P2190973.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578157493591773634" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zA3ULlo-bZM/TWmYr6K4kcI/AAAAAAAACyA/FsUpOXSLaqk/s400/P2190973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On Valentines', Junhui and I spent the afternoon sleeping at home, and at night, both of us + Jo and Kim went to 1Altitude for the event that he got us free entry to because he knows one of the sponsors/organizers. There was a rooftop party on the 61th floor! The view was pretty awesome and my camera definitely does not do it justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I only took one shot though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Qc_-ol855A/TWmYrpKAFZI/AAAAAAAACx4/ydVtU9jXs2w/s1600/P2150964.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578157489024669074" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Qc_-ol855A/TWmYrpKAFZI/AAAAAAAACx4/ydVtU9jXs2w/s400/P2150964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And by the way, I highlighted and permed my hair two weeks ago!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PKgjDW21Dmc/TWmYrFYkgcI/AAAAAAAACxw/dlmXprqMwIo/s1600/P2150966.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578157479422099906" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PKgjDW21Dmc/TWmYrFYkgcI/AAAAAAAACxw/dlmXprqMwIo/s400/P2150966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;But the perm has officially faded away because I was an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I didn't know that you are not supposed to wash your hair after the perm and you have to leave the perming lotion on overnight to let it set in. I washed my hair the very moment I got home! :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Secondly, as I have been having naturally straight hair all my life, I use a fine-tooth comb everyday and I have a habit of combing my hair thoroughly to take out any tangle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thirdly, and most stupidly, for the past week I have been using a kind of smoothening serum on my hair. My mom got some hair serum sample packets and asked me to try them. I thought it would be good since after the perm and highlight my hair naturally became dryer, so I used it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;................Turns out that the serum is for smooth and straight hair, omgggggg -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No wonder after each treatment, my curls faded away a bit more! Now they are like nearly non-existent already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And I paid $170 for the fucking perm+highlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But it's okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;having straight hair is better than having no hair! :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(LOL@SY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I think it was last week when Jean, Jerome and I had a craving for Sakae Sushi's buffet, so we went to eat the Sakae buffet for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WORSE DECISION OF OUR LIVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We went there around 8.45pm and the last order is at 9.15pm. We were superduperwhooperfucking hungry and we wanted to quickly make all our orders before 9.15pm, so with the mouse in hand, we clicked on almost every plate that was priced at $1.99 (cheapo Sakae Sushi only permits free flow for the $1.99 plate) and spammed the order button. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you look at the shots I took of the Order page, you would see that we ordered 44 items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;44 ITEMS. AND THAT'S NOT EVEN COUNTING IN THE QUANTITY OF EACH ITEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The photos aren't very clear, but if you download the photos and zoom in, you would see that for most items, we ordered like 3 or 4 plates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So 44 multiplied by quantity of each item, can you imagine how much food we ordered?! :O For three skinny people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb13YH24tjE/TWmXYZm6LMI/AAAAAAAACxo/XVlkeClcuZc/s1600/P2200975.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578156058921807042" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb13YH24tjE/TWmXYZm6LMI/AAAAAAAACxo/XVlkeClcuZc/s400/P2200975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RiJrmqrblAs/TWmXYFgVxPI/AAAAAAAACxg/51owLlQ1Cf8/s1600/P2200976.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578156053525546226" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RiJrmqrblAs/TWmXYFgVxPI/AAAAAAAACxg/51owLlQ1Cf8/s400/P2200976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I usually eat a lot but that night I had less stomach space because earlier at work, my colleagues ordered for me the famous Boon Tong Kee chicken rice for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So I wanted to die when I looked at the amount of plates that I had to clear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mad. Fucking. Crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It was so epic we were laughing as we allocated the sushies and handrolls, like "you have to clear thisthisthisthisthisthis and this!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On top of that, Jean and I both order the large bowl of ramen D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We didn't want to be charged for wastage so we stuffed ourselves to the brim until we couldn't take it anymore. Sakae Sushi closes at 10pm but we stayed there till 10.30pm+ to clear the food. We were betting that the waiters must hate us because they cannot go home until after we leave, as they need to clear up after us LOL.Whoopzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yeah I was so full till I went to puke out half the contents in my stomach after that! Prior to this, I've never ever dug my own throat to make myself throw up. But I really needed to this time! I felt like I was pregnant or something, my belly was too heavy to carry with each step I took as we walked out of Sakae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No photos of us though cuz' we all looked damn exhausted and shitty after the sushi-stuffing marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh and on Wednesday was mine and Junhui's 10 months! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We spent the day at home watching Dear John and googling for nice places for dinner. Dear John is such a sad sad movie and I cried! Well I always cry at movies because I get touched easily, like always. I can't help it :( At night we went down to Vivo and we couldn't decide where or what to eat (our googling or hungrygowhere.com attempts failed, because all the nice food places are always so far flung and inconvenient to access by public transport. Either that or they were too pricey. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We walked around Vivo, desperate for a nice food place, when we finally decided to make life easier and just head to Pizza Hut LOLOLOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iiY50K4ryXY/TWmXXyob6lI/AAAAAAAACxY/2i0xC_A1eic/s1600/P2270978.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578156048459229778" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iiY50K4ryXY/TWmXXyob6lI/AAAAAAAACxY/2i0xC_A1eic/s400/P2270978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsotJcJFqhY/TWmXXqhykSI/AAAAAAAACxQ/eREDkhrwQOY/s1600/P2270982.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578156046283870498" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsotJcJFqhY/TWmXXqhykSI/AAAAAAAACxQ/eREDkhrwQOY/s400/P2270982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-890UmL5IpmY/TWmXXd_gf-I/AAAAAAAACxI/lLxFfqtEVRA/s1600/P2270981.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578156042918854626" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-890UmL5IpmY/TWmXXd_gf-I/AAAAAAAACxI/lLxFfqtEVRA/s400/P2270981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Those shots were from last night! Didn't take much, too damn tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I'm surprised that I'm still here at 9am now typing this post. I only got 3 hours of sleep and today is a Sunday, which means Junhui Day and I'm supposed to meet him in like, 3 hours time? I predict I will probably just end up sleeping at his place! Who wants to bet on it with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay I shall go get half an hour of sleep naooooooo. Whoots I completed a long post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11847699-1646036916792688163?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/1646036916792688163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=1646036916792688163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/1646036916792688163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/1646036916792688163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/02/need-sleep.html' title='Need. Sleep'/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8SJ1tMGchZU/TWmbjnQ0A6I/AAAAAAAAC0I/mTEhiqAL6rY/s72-c/P2050880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-7040674144268075507</id><published>2011-02-18T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T10:15:37.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mmmmmm I know this hasn't been good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This space has been embarrassingly devoid of updates because well, work has whisked me away for the past 3 weeks! Speaking of which, I realised I haven't talked about my new job at Starhub yettttttttt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been answering phone calls at the call centre for the past coming 5 weeks already! I love talking but talking isn't that easy when people get angry and hurl insults at you(I hate it whenever customers say "you" because it's not me okay, it's STARHUB, DAMMITYOUFUCKER)/threaten to write a complain to the press. But whatever, I'll embrace this job and (try not to) be a workaholic since I need to raise funds for a new laptop/phone/ipod. RAHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and what pisses me off more than angry and unreasonable customers are angry and unreasonable customers that speak in MANDARIN. Pisses me off to no end because after 2 years of being distanced from the subject and spoken language altogether, I am verbally handicapped whenever I'm required to speak in Mandarin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Example...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;A old guy was being charged an early termination fee for terminating his service before his contract ended. He asked what that huge charge in his bill was about, and in a flurry, I told him,"Ni de dong xi ge diao liao, suo yi yao huan qian lor!" ("Your thing got cut off, so you must pay!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And after that, he reconnected his service, so he was charged a reconnection fee, and I explained it to him as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Wo men bang ni ba ta lian hui qu, suo yi yao huan qian lor!" ("We connected it back for you, so you must pay!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.......................Oh god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Kay enough about work! Mmm I'm kind of losing track of my life because life suddenly started to pick up speed for me in the past month. Days go by in a whiz and I find that at times I can only rely on my camera to remind me of what events took place, (if I even took any photos at all!) Sadly I'm too darn tired to upload anything today so this post is word-filled, whoopzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Attica last night with Jean, Jerome, Junhui, Reuben and Jerome's friends was quite a blast :) I'm still aching from dancing too much! I sat through 8.5 hours of work today and I've got another 8.5 hours of work tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;://////&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And the whole of today I had a fucking bad headache. My head felt really heavy and I felt like I could fall over if I tilted my head in any direction. ......kind of like I am an upside-down rolly-polly with the center of gravity on my head. I told Junhui that this could be 3 possibilities:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;a) It's just a headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;b) It's a hangover from Attica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;c) I've got a brain tumor up there and I've got 6 months more to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;...........but panadol should do the trick! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'mtiredandsleepyandkindofstonednowactuallysogoodnight,tillthenbb&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/11847699-7040674144268075507?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/7040674144268075507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=7040674144268075507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7040674144268075507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/7040674144268075507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/02/mmmmmm-i-know-this-hasnt-been-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-2651649404939804219</id><published>2011-02-05T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T10:46:17.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I was supposed to wake up at 8am but I ended up sleeping till 10.30am. rawrrrr i'm going to work now will brog shoon bbbb&lt;/span&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/11847699-2651649404939804219?l=redrawandbeating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/feeds/2651649404939804219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11847699&amp;postID=2651649404939804219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2651649404939804219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11847699/posts/default/2651649404939804219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redrawandbeating.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-was-supposed-to-wake-up-at-8am-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Craylin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05949845452135522489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11847699.post-7015168936642310325</id><published>2011-01-30T15:32:00.013+08:00</p
