<?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-128817706091333831</id><updated>2011-12-12T22:44:47.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>________ tlcn4ever ________</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-6991025353228799011</id><published>2011-12-12T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:43:14.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime I think about that hostel, I get a headache. Cos I worry I can't sleep at night. I have difficulty sleeping even in my own bed, not to mention a new surrounding that looks old. And to think it was supposed to be a holiday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, hopefully my JC class can have a successful gathering since our Penang trip was cancelled =( And maybe a xmas gift exchange. I really really want to see that wp picked meimei, when she actl bought a gift meant for girls, I can totally picture meimei's expression: his specs slide down his nose, gives wp a sian look and sigh. WAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-6991025353228799011?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6991025353228799011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=6991025353228799011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6991025353228799011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6991025353228799011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2011/12/everytime-i-think-about-that-hostel-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-2989011128600922099</id><published>2011-10-22T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T22:46:41.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This past week has been crazy, long story though. But I even had insomnia, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with YJ&amp;ST, photos still with ST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's supposed to be "Attempt 4230 assignment" Day. But, just for a 5marks Q1, Matlab has been running the code since, I think 3pm? So I can't try other questions, and with my laptop on, of course I end up watching videos~ WGM =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-2989011128600922099?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2989011128600922099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=2989011128600922099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2989011128600922099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2989011128600922099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-past-week-has-been-crazy-long.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-295080242452151304</id><published>2011-10-13T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T17:10:15.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I LOVE MY QF LECTURER SO MUCH. HE'S SO CUTE AND FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's VT, NKL, MY NM TA, LSM 1st half LECTURER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make attending lectures so much more fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-295080242452151304?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/295080242452151304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=295080242452151304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/295080242452151304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/295080242452151304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2011/10/omg-i-love-my-qf-lecturer-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-5028392178921539698</id><published>2011-09-25T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T15:28:42.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Midterms next week. I'm pulling my hair out. Seriously don't know what to expect for 4230. I'm sure googling the mod code won't find its way here. Cos there's no helpsheet. I hope my lecturers will be nice, all give me good grades so that I still have some hope for honours. speaking of school, makes me so sian about some cm -.- only can tell chailing through kakao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends won't believe this, but I miss writing Chinese characters. Playing music while studying, when it reaches chinese songs, I write partial lyrics out, although I already forgot how to write some words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new piano came! After months of not playing, my fingers lost it's strength and I took awhile more than usual to recognize a note on the score, and I forgot the notes to many songs. So my dad was like "you're back to square one"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-5028392178921539698?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5028392178921539698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=5028392178921539698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5028392178921539698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5028392178921539698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2011/09/midterms-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-3205017268160105378</id><published>2011-08-01T10:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T10:52:58.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I AM GOING TO VIETNAM SOON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-3205017268160105378?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3205017268160105378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=3205017268160105378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3205017268160105378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3205017268160105378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2011/08/omg-i-am-going-to-vietnam-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-6640099621873809307</id><published>2011-07-29T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T20:54:15.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANTS</title><content type='html'>Only after 1.5years of getting my license, my mum sits the car i drive. Dad wants to train me to drive a car by myself but mum says no. I think by the time I can drive, i'm already 26. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Btw people have different taste in clothes. if you don't like how others dress, I think you shld just keep quiet and not say "eeee so ugly" cos that's jus plain rude. on the same night, 1 friend said my top is ugly and 1 friend said it's cute. I've never criticised yours so keep off mine. I was pretty angry that day cos look, even when I think your tee is ugly, I don't tell you that it is right in your face. it is not about being honest, but manners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-6640099621873809307?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6640099621873809307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=6640099621873809307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6640099621873809307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6640099621873809307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2011/07/rants.html' title='RANTS'/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-2993831417584063644</id><published>2011-06-30T08:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T09:01:13.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder who even read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First rant early in the morning: my sis got RIDICULOUSLY angry when the maid bought the wrong food for her -.- and she was still boasting how her boss praised her for flexibility. Argh it's so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My month of June hasnt been a holiday, more like torture.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5y80XL01Gw/TgvFIe7nLAI/AAAAAAAABx0/d4w_tmDAkC0/s1600/medicine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623805309234916354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5y80XL01Gw/TgvFIe7nLAI/AAAAAAAABx0/d4w_tmDAkC0/s400/medicine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6 medicines daily. Till I had really bad side effect from one of the med, so I stopped taking all meds, see doc, got another 3 more meds. Been to like 4-5 doctors, all specialists in different fields.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friends didnt quite believe me, but well, I wouldnt believe myself either. Who could become so sick in a matter of 2-3 weeks? And plus, the first time in weeks we're meeting, they see me standing well, and even go to sentosa. That's cos, I'm getting well. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-2993831417584063644?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2993831417584063644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=2993831417584063644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2993831417584063644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2993831417584063644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wonder-who-even-read.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/-P5y80XL01Gw/TgvFIe7nLAI/AAAAAAAABx0/d4w_tmDAkC0/s72-c/medicine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-7649353447501590276</id><published>2011-06-08T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T23:58:39.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Order not in sequence. LOL pretty lazy to check it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED (not want) TO GO BACK BANGKOK!&lt;br /&gt;I controlled myself too much =( the things I like more are more ex, so I end up buying the cheaper stuff. I'm still thinking about my crochet shorts that's 590baht. Yes, it's expensive in Thailand, but if u convert to Sing dollars, it's not that ex actually. Plus, you get to bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy4gpquKSkE/Te-aW2wWUNI/AAAAAAAABxs/lKKbZ97lOWs/s1600/253565_10150183567210978_597375977_6894468_3016179_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615876977800401106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy4gpquKSkE/Te-aW2wWUNI/AAAAAAAABxs/lKKbZ97lOWs/s400/253565_10150183567210978_597375977_6894468_3016179_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug0kwPfZOtU/Te-aWn2jwwI/AAAAAAAABxk/0R_hwxX-Sow/s1600/252747_10150183566970978_597375977_6894462_7175362_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615876973799916290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ug0kwPfZOtU/Te-aWn2jwwI/AAAAAAAABxk/0R_hwxX-Sow/s400/252747_10150183566970978_597375977_6894462_7175362_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ypQe5hfiWU/Te-aFUoeRkI/AAAAAAAABxM/3KK4NiX02ok/s1600/252883_10150183570980978_597375977_6894522_7295156_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615876676582786626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ypQe5hfiWU/Te-aFUoeRkI/AAAAAAAABxM/3KK4NiX02ok/s400/252883_10150183570980978_597375977_6894522_7295156_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you drink, dont drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to sit taxi, dont fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7MRKsWu-5Qg/Te-aFJJW-zI/AAAAAAAABxE/km2M5iQhUew/s1600/254933_10150183566010978_597375977_6894446_891937_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615876673499495218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7MRKsWu-5Qg/Te-aFJJW-zI/AAAAAAAABxE/km2M5iQhUew/s400/254933_10150183566010978_597375977_6894446_891937_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBmYkyEMkkc/Te-aETr2VpI/AAAAAAAABws/fBbsigwQg2I/s1600/250074_10150183569320978_597375977_6894499_2368972_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615876659148641938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBmYkyEMkkc/Te-aETr2VpI/AAAAAAAABws/fBbsigwQg2I/s400/250074_10150183569320978_597375977_6894499_2368972_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xjfeImW4o4/Te-ZrLAthgI/AAAAAAAABwk/FBB4Qpv9WQU/s1600/249551_10150183562950978_597375977_6894396_7410525_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615876227323495938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xjfeImW4o4/Te-ZrLAthgI/AAAAAAAABwk/FBB4Qpv9WQU/s400/249551_10150183562950978_597375977_6894396_7410525_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKC4DxN7NPk/Te-ZqqahToI/AAAAAAAABwc/UXuzL1lUVl0/s1600/248140_10150183566305978_597375977_6894452_36710_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615876218573377154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKC4DxN7NPk/Te-ZqqahToI/AAAAAAAABwc/UXuzL1lUVl0/s400/248140_10150183566305978_597375977_6894452_36710_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xZhskPI8o3I/Te-ZqUQ8fNI/AAAAAAAABwU/kdnJary_5aA/s1600/248529_10150183564440978_597375977_6894423_1042079_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615876212627635410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xZhskPI8o3I/Te-ZqUQ8fNI/AAAAAAAABwU/kdnJary_5aA/s400/248529_10150183564440978_597375977_6894423_1042079_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5pQ_veoIvTI/Te-Zqdyme5I/AAAAAAAABwM/4UmbhXSQCYY/s1600/248053_10150183564930978_597375977_6894429_7858795_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615876215184718738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5pQ_veoIvTI/Te-Zqdyme5I/AAAAAAAABwM/4UmbhXSQCYY/s400/248053_10150183564930978_597375977_6894429_7858795_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vijfABiJ-ww/Te-ZqA45FmI/AAAAAAAABwE/MYzX2_diffE/s1600/247960_10150183571065978_597375977_6894524_7449850_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615876207426475618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vijfABiJ-ww/Te-ZqA45FmI/AAAAAAAABwE/MYzX2_diffE/s400/247960_10150183571065978_597375977_6894524_7449850_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed that I'm always in the middle of photos. WAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone planning to go bangkok too? =D&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/128817706091333831-7649353447501590276?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7649353447501590276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=7649353447501590276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7649353447501590276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7649353447501590276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2011/06/order-not-in-sequence.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/-Vy4gpquKSkE/Te-aW2wWUNI/AAAAAAAABxs/lKKbZ97lOWs/s72-c/253565_10150183567210978_597375977_6894468_3016179_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-6862033130199771653</id><published>2011-05-21T10:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T11:29:36.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arrived in Phuket. Our hotel is super small, and that's our LOBBY. Yes. Initially I thought it was a rather good deal since the room was okay for a very picky person like me, but then after chatting with my cousin, I realised I could have gotten a better hotel, with more facilities, with just a few bucks more -.- Kaiyuan swam 100 laps in the hotel's swimming pool, no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTISIVV0V_k/Tdct7aZiDcI/AAAAAAAABv4/eRhHjDrQiB8/s1600/IMG_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609002359635185090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTISIVV0V_k/Tdct7aZiDcI/AAAAAAAABv4/eRhHjDrQiB8/s400/IMG_0859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-928VHjIciKo/Tdct7M9vgBI/AAAAAAAABvw/vx50p8KJBJo/s1600/IMG_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609002356028964882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-928VHjIciKo/Tdct7M9vgBI/AAAAAAAABvw/vx50p8KJBJo/s400/IMG_0874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just that, this is the size of the swimming pool HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDaad2LZ5xA/TdctQ4rNArI/AAAAAAAABvo/W6F4u5RwOeU/s1600/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609001629027992242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDaad2LZ5xA/TdctQ4rNArI/AAAAAAAABvo/W6F4u5RwOeU/s400/IMG_0881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kplF6aEnSpQ/TdctQilR7mI/AAAAAAAABvg/v9TD88ks7Ts/s1600/IMG_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609001623097568866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kplF6aEnSpQ/TdctQilR7mI/AAAAAAAABvg/v9TD88ks7Ts/s400/IMG_0908.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gtxwd0g-hJ4/TdctQWov4fI/AAAAAAAABvY/KRN5YnET3VM/s1600/IMG_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609001619890889202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gtxwd0g-hJ4/TdctQWov4fI/AAAAAAAABvY/KRN5YnET3VM/s400/IMG_0930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JoemOMc-4Bw/TdctP03GeHI/AAAAAAAABvQ/ulv-jE17MoA/s1600/IMG_0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609001610824284274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JoemOMc-4Bw/TdctP03GeHI/AAAAAAAABvQ/ulv-jE17MoA/s400/IMG_0937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDspLY2u274/TdctPt28ekI/AAAAAAAABvI/bEnv6BbtrKc/s1600/IMG_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609001608944581186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDspLY2u274/TdctPt28ekI/AAAAAAAABvI/bEnv6BbtrKc/s400/IMG_0962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P5y3-poaHrg/TdcsD83C03I/AAAAAAAABvA/DcG3sZSb6GI/s1600/IMG_0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609000307301471090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P5y3-poaHrg/TdcsD83C03I/AAAAAAAABvA/DcG3sZSb6GI/s400/IMG_0964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kPRhmllmPfk/TdcsDtPGZFI/AAAAAAAABu4/-TVFUfQHkGA/s1600/IMG_0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609000303107400786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kPRhmllmPfk/TdcsDtPGZFI/AAAAAAAABu4/-TVFUfQHkGA/s400/IMG_0979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hAAGqIuPxCE/TdcsDUMIRQI/AAAAAAAABuw/JB9CsGyIlfA/s1600/IMG_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609000296384054530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hAAGqIuPxCE/TdcsDUMIRQI/AAAAAAAABuw/JB9CsGyIlfA/s400/IMG_0999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3zLjnkN7FFI/TdcsDOFK2CI/AAAAAAAABuo/cYuJ6wlwf5Q/s1600/IMG_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609000294744250402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3zLjnkN7FFI/TdcsDOFK2CI/AAAAAAAABuo/cYuJ6wlwf5Q/s400/IMG_1013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had dinner at 3 different restaurants. Surprisingly, the restaurant that's already the cheapest, gave us even more discounts, doesnt have a good environment but the best service. The guy came back to check with us how's the food LOL. It's Tom's Seafood btw. Not gonna mention the other 2 restaurants. They tried so eagerly to get you to eat in their restaurants but only get sucky service once we enter. Oh, and the cheapest, was actually quite nice! The last restaurant we went gave us some veg that wasnt fully cooked, to let u know where this lousy restaurant is, it is at the row of restaurants that includes a restaurant called "99".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Jn3NAmjLjU/TdcsCuvAhNI/AAAAAAAABug/Zkp4UdenG8w/s1600/IMG_1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609000286329799890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Jn3NAmjLjU/TdcsCuvAhNI/AAAAAAAABug/Zkp4UdenG8w/s400/IMG_1031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nzfJzYR2zMU/TdcrHKhCDWI/AAAAAAAABuY/4EoYH0dotD8/s1600/IMG_1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608999262995221858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nzfJzYR2zMU/TdcrHKhCDWI/AAAAAAAABuY/4EoYH0dotD8/s400/IMG_1046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AQA8LzEopk/TdcrG-USTgI/AAAAAAAABuQ/9LzJs-9Fzpg/s1600/IMG_1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608999259720535554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AQA8LzEopk/TdcrG-USTgI/AAAAAAAABuQ/9LzJs-9Fzpg/s400/IMG_1064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DC9uTyhVILE/TdcrGfJkutI/AAAAAAAABuI/5r6UILz9aok/s1600/IMG_1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608999251354106578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DC9uTyhVILE/TdcrGfJkutI/AAAAAAAABuI/5r6UILz9aok/s400/IMG_1095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xjoiEqoAGkY/TdcrF7Vtv4I/AAAAAAAABuA/u2PctoK7XgQ/s1600/IMG_1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608999241741352834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xjoiEqoAGkY/TdcrF7Vtv4I/AAAAAAAABuA/u2PctoK7XgQ/s400/IMG_1106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Restaurant with uncooked veg, and portion is terribly little. DONT EAT HERE, I think it's the 3rd or 4th restaurant from the 99 Seafood Restaurant.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wmBour-V1GU/TdcrFrWxaqI/AAAAAAAABt4/0JpPdE5And0/s1600/IMG_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608999237450820258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wmBour-V1GU/TdcrFrWxaqI/AAAAAAAABt4/0JpPdE5And0/s400/IMG_1127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWHPYs4xHlk/TdcpbZkI1UI/AAAAAAAABtw/JUIGSwxPv6E/s1600/IMG_1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608997411608909122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YWHPYs4xHlk/TdcpbZkI1UI/AAAAAAAABtw/JUIGSwxPv6E/s400/IMG_1161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V5fRdeTKOQA/Tdcpa-wrH0I/AAAAAAAABto/41zFV5svqoo/s1600/IMG_1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608997404413730626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V5fRdeTKOQA/Tdcpa-wrH0I/AAAAAAAABto/41zFV5svqoo/s400/IMG_1167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/128817706091333831-6862033130199771653?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6862033130199771653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=6862033130199771653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6862033130199771653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6862033130199771653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2011/05/arrived-in-phuket.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/-tTISIVV0V_k/Tdct7aZiDcI/AAAAAAAABv4/eRhHjDrQiB8/s72-c/IMG_0859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-8311063663633117651</id><published>2011-05-03T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T01:36:32.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm actually quite bored. Since my friends are either working/interns or still having exams now. I watched THOR with my parents today =D I thought it'll be free ticket for me, but end up using my dbs card. The movie wasnt as nice as those mentioned in the reviews, it was alright, I'm not sure if it's worth 4, but definitely not 5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just starting to learn how to make jewellery for interest. I totally have no talent and terribly suck at it. I'm doing according to a book I bought, but for the first bead I did, it was so loose, I can spin it around the wire. For the 2nd, cos the ending design that I wanted to do initially was too tough, I ended up twisting the wire in any direction. Well, practice makes perfect. And really, it's damn difficult! My fingers hurt when water touched, I dont know why, but there's this slight burning feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Eating jap tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-8311063663633117651?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8311063663633117651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=8311063663633117651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/8311063663633117651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/8311063663633117651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-actually-quite-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-8245894192470429718</id><published>2011-05-01T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T12:14:21.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooo! end of examsssssssssssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time for here cos I was busy studying. Once semester starts, I turn into no life.&lt;br /&gt;Even before exams, I've started planning my holidays, so it's filled! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-8245894192470429718?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8245894192470429718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=8245894192470429718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/8245894192470429718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/8245894192470429718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2011/05/wooo-end-of-examsssssssssssssssssssss.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-654330117753646686</id><published>2011-01-21T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T19:18:32.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The party's drawing nearer. I just hope that my friends will treat it as my birthday party, and not an activity/entertainment for them after seeing what E's friend typed on her event wall. It's her birthday, it's her party and her friends are commenting like "Why do this?" "Why don't have this?" "Why didn't you invite his person? I don't want to go liao" Thankfully, my friends have been great so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except this unrelated issue. That what I said, ends up under someone else's name. This feeling sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-654330117753646686?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/654330117753646686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=654330117753646686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/654330117753646686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/654330117753646686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2011/01/partys-drawing-nearer.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-3222683962772603986</id><published>2011-01-10T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:28:07.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just when everything was nice, you just had to bring it back down, or even further down than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell our friends what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wanted to shout out how disappointed I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be selfless to me, as you are to your friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-3222683962772603986?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3222683962772603986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=3222683962772603986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3222683962772603986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3222683962772603986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-when-everything-was-nice-you-just.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-2995503314048746036</id><published>2011-01-01T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:59:29.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately he did quite a few touching things for me=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super super excited. Hopefully I can survive this coming sem cos I have a class till 10pm and apparently, Siokhwa said that our 2 core mods are VERY XIONG. I sooooo do not want to think about it right now. I am confident that I will work hard and do well. It's better to be optimistic than pessimistic, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the next holiday, I will be going to Phuket, and a few days later, Bangkok. Quite stupid, isn't it? Since both are in Thailand, I'm travelling back and forth. And maybe going to Taiwan again, just with my extended family this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll be going round for cake-tasting to choose the best (most delicious) cake tmr. A cake that looks pretty is just gonna be eaten anyway. So I'm gonna focus on taste. Hope the doorgifts I ordered will look fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011 EVERYONE!&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/128817706091333831-2995503314048746036?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2995503314048746036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=2995503314048746036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2995503314048746036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2995503314048746036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2011/01/lately-he-did-quite-few-touching-things.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-7798804837234736580</id><published>2010-12-25T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T00:25:01.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was in Taiwan, the half-day tour guide brought us to this place where each of us were assigned to one fortune teller. According to my chinese name in the non-simplified version, the fortune teller said that I have a weak body and will fall ill quite often, and I need to take good care. The next thing I know, she took out this mini lion statue that costs around 350bucks. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's kinda right.&lt;br /&gt;I almost fainted in my house today. O M G.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my mum was around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what's happening to me, but no. 1 on my wishing list: To have a good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edited at midnight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;For once, I'm so thankful that i booked my bday venue quite last min, so i didnt get chevrons. Complicated story. Close call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-7798804837234736580?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7798804837234736580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=7798804837234736580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7798804837234736580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7798804837234736580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-i-was-in-taiwan-half-day-tour.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-4113772937261361980</id><published>2010-12-21T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:48:45.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We got our results today. As usual, mine suck.&lt;br /&gt;Terribly disappointed with my SS results, I think I must have screwed up my finals. As for my other mod, I'm upset but I expected it. So nothing to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Alvin's pm and went to see fb. INDEED, many's status are about their results.&lt;br /&gt;The most irritating, is of course those who did well. Like one who claim that he got A, and wanna retake to get A+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw another status that he did very badly and afraid he will lose his scholarship. One of his friend commented that results arent everything in life. True, so true. It's just our education system that makes students results-minded. In fact, we forget more than 90% of what we learn in school when we start working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna work in the Finance sector. I wonder if all those theorems I learnt will come in handy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-4113772937261361980?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4113772937261361980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=4113772937261361980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4113772937261361980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4113772937261361980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-got-our-results-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-1929474173819937783</id><published>2010-12-19T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T09:22:54.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from sweat camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn regretted not going for day1 cos there was the laser gun thing.=( I really wanted to play that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Dairy Farm Adventure Centre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TQ1c5AZ6BUI/AAAAAAAABtY/1L8Tv7W0MJs/s1600/165647_471865677582_711267582_6178784_4897401_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552196050048648514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TQ1c5AZ6BUI/AAAAAAAABtY/1L8Tv7W0MJs/s400/165647_471865677582_711267582_6178784_4897401_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TQ1c4526QvI/AAAAAAAABtQ/LJy7xvz56gk/s1600/166416_471866627582_711267582_6178804_3096806_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552196048291250930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TQ1c4526QvI/AAAAAAAABtQ/LJy7xvz56gk/s400/166416_471866627582_711267582_6178804_3096806_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana Boat at sentosa. KY and I are not there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TQ1c4oIuN6I/AAAAAAAABtI/kmqAMPzZ9HU/s1600/65894_471860487582_711267582_6178706_1781104_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552196043534120866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TQ1c4oIuN6I/AAAAAAAABtI/kmqAMPzZ9HU/s400/65894_471860487582_711267582_6178706_1781104_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cos we have fallen off into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TQ1c4vwy2gI/AAAAAAAABtA/yFBXao2X_qs/s1600/39425_471857892582_711267582_6178595_5566365_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552196045581244930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TQ1c4vwy2gI/AAAAAAAABtA/yFBXao2X_qs/s400/39425_471857892582_711267582_6178595_5566365_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TQ1c4V9r2aI/AAAAAAAABs4/Xchj4tPOTmM/s1600/65462_471869072582_711267582_6178824_4892396_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552196038655990178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TQ1c4V9r2aI/AAAAAAAABs4/Xchj4tPOTmM/s400/65462_471869072582_711267582_6178824_4892396_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1st prize: ECHO=DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i didnt really contribute much cos they gained most of the points on day1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really love our wonderful skit, idea by benjamin. Especially charades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/128817706091333831-1929474173819937783?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1929474173819937783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=1929474173819937783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1929474173819937783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1929474173819937783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-from-sweat-camp-damn-regretted-not.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TQ1c5AZ6BUI/AAAAAAAABtY/1L8Tv7W0MJs/s72-c/165647_471865677582_711267582_6178784_4897401_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-2317161057458598631</id><published>2010-12-09T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T17:58:03.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent this holiday preparing for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking if I'm giving doorgifts, i want it to be unique, and not something that u can find anywhere else. And hopefully people and appreciate my efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I tried this. Sewing the names with beads. I asked my mum and sis. Both just commented so straightforward-ly &lt;em&gt;It's ugly.&lt;/em&gt; =( I put in quite an amount of effort and their comment is demoralising. So I gave up on the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TQCjtfLqgqI/AAAAAAAABsw/x-Fx9K4bq_M/s1600/valrocks%253D%2529396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548614742780314274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TQCjtfLqgqI/AAAAAAAABsw/x-Fx9K4bq_M/s400/valrocks%253D%2529396.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I fell sick yesterday, and had fever and still having fever. And I'm thinking, now what's gonna happen to my sweat camp. My friends met up for jessica's birthday today, and I didnt go, well cos I'm sick. I'm spending the time preparing a possible doorgift and helping my dad cos my house is currently in a mess with a change of 3 cupboards. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My parents are insisting for me to eat panadols to bring my temperature down, which I really dont want to, cos I already eat them when I have a headache, now I have to rely on panadols too?? But I guess I dont have much of a choice cos my temp is currently increasing. (I dont see a doctor, cos my family tend to self-medicate since my mum knows what to do and we have sufficient antibiotics at home). Another thing is, I've been drinking coke with salt to help my sore throat. However, I dislike (not hate) coke. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the last time I had a fever, it was during my J2 days, and it was during hockey nationals. I miss the girls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-2317161057458598631?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2317161057458598631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=2317161057458598631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2317161057458598631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2317161057458598631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/12/spent-this-holiday-preparing-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TQCjtfLqgqI/AAAAAAAABsw/x-Fx9K4bq_M/s72-c/valrocks%253D%2529396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-5232316886855121210</id><published>2010-12-05T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:16:03.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I see a layer of dust on my blog. &lt;br /&gt;Though not as thick as those in the warehouse that i have to touch during my part time job. Eeeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this semester is over.&lt;br /&gt;Just before my last paper of the sem, my lovely lecturer just have to give us the most memorable msg of the sem. ONE day before our paper, he added more pages for us to study. ONE DAY. I was already super sian studying for LA2, with the msg I received, the sianness broke through the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im terribly bored. No activities, nothing. Except for one upcoming camp. &lt;br /&gt;And I need to plan for my upcoming 21st.&lt;br /&gt;Decided for it to be simple, partly cos I'm lazy. I want it such that I can meet up with old friends too and gather everyone. &lt;br /&gt;There's way too many ppl for activities.&lt;br /&gt;It's too stressful for my guests to have a theme. True, a theme is more fun. But I dont want it such that my guests have to worry about what to wear, such that they find it a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr gonna source around for the party stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-5232316886855121210?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5232316886855121210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=5232316886855121210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5232316886855121210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5232316886855121210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-see-layer-of-dust-on-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-2827505956296851190</id><published>2010-11-17T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T00:32:46.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's past midnight and I'm studying ss. Am really not cut off for arts-related module, quite a chore to me. the moment I pick up a set of notes, I can't wait to go back to my core mods, which are quite dreadful. yup, that's how sian I am to ss. Initially I was quite excited about this mod cos I kinda miss geography, but now that I have to study it, it reminds me of the a level days of studying for geography, total terror to me. 12 more days to shortterm freedom. Prays for my mum that everything goes well this Friday. Please let her stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-2827505956296851190?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2827505956296851190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=2827505956296851190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2827505956296851190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2827505956296851190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-past-midnight-and-im-studying-ss.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-2762409884983776725</id><published>2010-11-05T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:05:28.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I spent almost 300bucks on online shopping this month. oops.&lt;br /&gt;I think sch work is making me go crazy that I went overboard on shopping.&lt;br /&gt;But the sad part is, the 2 dresses i bought from asos are TOO BIG FOR ME. I can literally put my whole hand into the gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to save money for overseas trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are away for the weekend, so kinda shiok IN A WAY.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm stuck at home to study cos of upcoming finals -.- and I dont get the car cos they dont trust me to drive alone. My dad says I dont concentrate enough, but I have to agree lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch megamind later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-2762409884983776725?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2762409884983776725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=2762409884983776725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2762409884983776725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2762409884983776725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-i-spent-almost-300bucks-on.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-3493962249957742223</id><published>2010-10-30T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:32:30.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TMr1yot_T1I/AAAAAAAABsg/nuwG0xdr6rs/s1600/valrocks%3D)378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533505342450650962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TMr1yot_T1I/AAAAAAAABsg/nuwG0xdr6rs/s400/valrocks%3D)378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TMr1yTNasTI/AAAAAAAABsY/ji-2ffQ9LLo/s1600/valrocks%3D)377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533505336676888882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TMr1yTNasTI/AAAAAAAABsY/ji-2ffQ9LLo/s400/valrocks%3D)377.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TMr1yLmUQoI/AAAAAAAABsQ/qXVkxQGbEgI/s1600/valrocks%3D)376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533505334633841282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TMr1yLmUQoI/AAAAAAAABsQ/qXVkxQGbEgI/s400/valrocks%3D)376.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know how ugly the background is, even got nailclipper LOL, but im sure the bears stole the limelight=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually told him I want a bouquet of bears one day. At least I can keep and they are cute. But flowers dont last. And i still need to find a vase for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last last week, I went to the Revolving Restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TMr1yOX6hBI/AAAAAAAABsI/jPoK61zTu7c/s1600/valrocks%3D)375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533505335378740242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TMr1yOX6hBI/AAAAAAAABsI/jPoK61zTu7c/s400/valrocks%3D)375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It really does exist, but Zhihan doesnt believe me. He thought I was kidding when I told him it does revolves. It really does, just very slow, if u really pay attention to it revolving, can actl get a lil dizzy. Food was good, but u can get the same quality at a cheaper price. This restaurant is really quite ex. I think we pay for it to revolve too. lol.&lt;br /&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/128817706091333831-3493962249957742223?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3493962249957742223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=3493962249957742223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3493962249957742223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3493962249957742223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/10/hee.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TMr1yot_T1I/AAAAAAAABsg/nuwG0xdr6rs/s72-c/valrocks%3D)378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-802706809919825023</id><published>2010-10-29T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:58:15.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just need 1 from u.&lt;br /&gt;Just 1.&lt;br /&gt;But u did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;U think this is the best for me, but u have no idea what I exactly want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-802706809919825023?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/802706809919825023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=802706809919825023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/802706809919825023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/802706809919825023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-just-need-1-from-u.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-146664641666010010</id><published>2010-10-22T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T17:14:29.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The girls failed linear algebra, the guys passed linear algebra.&lt;br /&gt;Why so separated? Sooo secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys, mix around abit=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My midterm is demoralising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-146664641666010010?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/146664641666010010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=146664641666010010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/146664641666010010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/146664641666010010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/10/girls-failed-linear-algebra-guys-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-1878787162953418550</id><published>2010-10-15T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:59:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yijie, I'm still waiting for the unglam pics of sokteng from u.&lt;br /&gt;Chailing, I'm still waiting for the video of yijie from u.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ST made me behave like a bimbo yday, snatching over the bracelets that YJ gave us.&lt;br /&gt;I spotted the white bracelets with seashells first. And ST was ALREADY holding on to a brown bracelet. Saw mine and went &lt;em&gt;OMGOSH THIS ONE SO NICE!&lt;/em&gt; and tried snatching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really bimbotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still got it. Cos, first come first serve.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS YJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, went K.&lt;br /&gt;I think i feel most comfortable with them, so I ACTUALLY SANG!=D&lt;br /&gt;(okay, u girls must be thinking, "but still so soft")&lt;br /&gt;Well, normally others dont even hear my voice. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I took out my CZ notes, and YJ wanted to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I finally understood the CZ project! Damn wols.&lt;br /&gt;I'm as excited as a kid getting her lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Off to sch now. Mega late to meet all those who may already be in sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-1878787162953418550?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1878787162953418550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=1878787162953418550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1878787162953418550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1878787162953418550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/10/yijie-im-still-waiting-for-unglam-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-5210665969063722820</id><published>2010-10-09T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T23:20:17.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wtf are all those links doing in my tagboard -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got you to sing a song.&lt;br /&gt;1. You sang &lt;em&gt;Mary had a little lamb&lt;/em&gt;. Just that u forgot the tune, and u used &lt;em&gt;Ba ba black sheep&lt;/em&gt;'s melody.&lt;br /&gt;2. U tried singing &lt;em&gt;ba ba black sheep&lt;/em&gt;. But u started with &lt;em&gt;Meh meh black sheep&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enquired the price of cupcakes. And it's freaking ex each. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Time for plan B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Linear Algebra 2!! Have been slacking since thurs. SHYT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-5210665969063722820?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5210665969063722820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=5210665969063722820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5210665969063722820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5210665969063722820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/10/wtf-are-all-those-links-doing-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-3332262794406480504</id><published>2010-10-03T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T01:15:43.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I just let my life get worse.&lt;br /&gt;Read my previous post and you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test, I totally felt how I did back in sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I got 50marks for Maths, I went into autistic mode for one whole day, refusing to talk to anyone. Just that this time, I didnt keep quiet, cos I'm just too talkative these days.&lt;br /&gt;But I was really upset.&lt;br /&gt;The paper is not difficult, yet, yet I couldnt do. It's like braindead, blank. I misread the qns.&lt;br /&gt;You know that kind of feeling that it asks 1+1=? and you read as 1*1=?&lt;br /&gt;(Of cos my qns were not this easy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although after the test, I was a lil quiet for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even have the mood to listen to my som lecture.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks ky for the consolation and all.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Fk bellcurve, I'm gonna be at the bottom now. FKFKFKFKFK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, after like 20 times of switching my laptop on, it has sound again.&lt;br /&gt;And I quickly made use of the chance and did my som midi proj.&lt;br /&gt;I spent a freaking whole afternoon and only did like, 14sec of music. NICE.&lt;br /&gt;I had to keep experimenting the mixture of different instruments, compose melody that doesnt sound odd.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, play the score over and over again, add 1 or 2 notes, and play over and over again, add another 2 notes, .... The cycle repeats.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not yet done with the midi proj. CRAPPPPPP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-3332262794406480504?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3332262794406480504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=3332262794406480504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3332262794406480504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3332262794406480504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-i-just-let-my-life-get-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-6432221710346882979</id><published>2010-09-30T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T00:56:07.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss my braces.&lt;br /&gt;I think I look younger with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I've removed my braces, I have to re-learn how to smile now.&lt;br /&gt;I realised now when I smile, I look like I'm biting my lips.&lt;br /&gt;Cos my upper set of teeth is more outwards than my lower set.&lt;br /&gt;Both used to touch each other, and how I enjoy playing with it my grinding my teeth (i know it's bad) but now I cant. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably need to smile :D previously, now i need to smile :&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; so that I dont look like im biting my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have 2213 midterms tmr and I'm blogging away.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;I cant let my life get any worse now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-6432221710346882979?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6432221710346882979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=6432221710346882979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6432221710346882979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6432221710346882979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-miss-my-braces.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-7319234497357404884</id><published>2010-09-23T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:58:50.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Damn. Art of procastination.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wayyyyyyyyyyy behind the complete-tutorial time table set for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Die.&lt;br /&gt;Been playing PVZ, to gain more money to buy more food for my wisdom tree. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm STILL trying to find a place for my 21st. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;KY actually found a really great chalet, but it limits 20 people each time. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So I'm still looking for alternatives, otherwise I'm stuck with AlohaLoyang or Aranda -.- -.- -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to separate friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY WISH THERE WONT BE A BIRTHDAY SONG.&lt;br /&gt;But, I think I need to have one, as said by everyone else but me.&lt;br /&gt;U'll see me standing in the middle, with a really awkward face.&lt;br /&gt;(Now that I mention it, pls dont stare at my face on that day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pls. Not those cakes shaped like keys. If keys, I'd love to have one that can actually open CAR DOORS=)))))&lt;br /&gt;That'd be sweetttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One thing I learnt from NM, is to credit pictures) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such 2tier cakes are really pretty, but really pricey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TJt2akZj80I/AAAAAAAABsA/T7zjF1YlcDc/s1600/stephanie%27s+cake+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520135967092241218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TJt2akZj80I/AAAAAAAABsA/T7zjF1YlcDc/s400/stephanie%27s+cake+1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.auntyyochana.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.auntyyochana.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Or should I just get cupcakes for everyone?? Maybe can even customise names. But that's gonna be quite gay for guys, I think.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TJt2aRPSamI/AAAAAAAABr4/HY4UtXvFJqs/s1600/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520135961948875362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TJt2aRPSamI/AAAAAAAABr4/HY4UtXvFJqs/s400/cupcakes.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auntyyochana.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.auntyyochana.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This cake is really DAMN DELICIOUS. But each piece is real tiny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TJt2aC2xANI/AAAAAAAABrw/WszFtj4kxxg/s1600/4893456908_5c9a950f46_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520135958087925970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TJt2aC2xANI/AAAAAAAABrw/WszFtj4kxxg/s400/4893456908_5c9a950f46_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://cynanddrool.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://cynanddrool.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All this is possible, only if I can find a place for my bday first.&lt;br /&gt;No, my house is too small.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-7319234497357404884?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7319234497357404884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=7319234497357404884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7319234497357404884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7319234497357404884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/09/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TJt2akZj80I/AAAAAAAABsA/T7zjF1YlcDc/s72-c/stephanie%27s+cake+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-1868389675171414906</id><published>2010-09-21T14:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T15:01:11.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the modules get tougher and tougher, I just feel like giving up sometimes. But I cant. Alevel cert gets you nowhere. And I just can't help but ponder, why did I choose this course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I've worked harder this sem.&lt;br /&gt;But rather, is it because I have more time on hand now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By asking fewer qns, does not mean I've gotten smarter.&lt;br /&gt;But I've chosen not to, not because I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is weird, but I miss Mr Hoe, Mr Sin, Miss Goh, Ms Ho. All the great teachers. Appreciate their patience in guiding me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-1868389675171414906?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1868389675171414906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=1868389675171414906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1868389675171414906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1868389675171414906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-modules-get-tougher-and-tougher-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-873074596726379901</id><published>2010-09-14T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T17:55:36.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chailing said Szehan said CZ is manageable. THEN HOW COME I CANNOT DO!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I terribly suck at Matlab. Or rather, I suck at computing.&lt;br /&gt;I really really suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question says "Write and test a function swop(x,y) ....."&lt;br /&gt;I wrote "x=1, y=0, function swop(x,y)"&lt;br /&gt;Result: ERROR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went on to Qn2, ... and finally the last qn.&lt;br /&gt;End up, nothing was done. =(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing my som concert review now. And I'm kinda lost? Cos I dont know what kind of concert review lecturer wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say in your own words how and why you have enjoyed (or not enjoyed) the performance&lt;/em&gt; (uh-huh), &lt;em&gt;and how science and/or technology may have had an effect (positive or otherwise) on your musical experience and why&lt;/em&gt; (HUH??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand what has science got to do with my experience. And it was a concert review, why am I talking about science. Maybe I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony of life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why be an airstewardess when u're afraid to fly?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why be a vet when u hate animals?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why be a teacher when u're gonna be biased against certain people?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Choose your profession carefully. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You'll cause pain in others, and mostly to yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaiyuan was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;He offered to read my maths notes for me to see if he could understand so that he can teach me.&lt;br /&gt;He was a great tutor for Gen Bio too, although I kept getting distracted with everything else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His birthday in a couple more hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-873074596726379901?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/873074596726379901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=873074596726379901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/873074596726379901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/873074596726379901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/09/chailing-said-szehan-said-cz-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-2018847062339300189</id><published>2010-09-08T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:09:01.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can ppl jus get off my hair!? It's not what I want, it's in my genes. That's doesn't mean u can take it and use it as a joke. It may be funny to u but it's hurting to me. Have I ever comment on your body that's part of your genes? I don't care if u meant it as a joke, it's not a least funny to me, it's painful and hurting. Why when I talk, ppl hurt me, when I don't, ppl will still hurt me? Thanks alot my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-2018847062339300189?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2018847062339300189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=2018847062339300189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2018847062339300189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2018847062339300189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/09/can-ppl-jus-get-off-my-hair-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-542911820901870840</id><published>2010-09-07T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:27:51.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay what happened today was all due to miscommunications and a misunderstanding. But my ex-entry-now-draft post is not entirely invalid cos that's really how both of us felt. And it's partly my fault to jump to conclusions (yes I do admit mistakes). I'm trying my best to not slack this sem. Not that I'm hardworking now, I just put in more effort compared to last 2 sems, when I was slacking.(yes I do admit whenever I study, unlike some closet mugger whom only I noticed *psshh* cl, that person I told u today). Okay, I shall work hard towards cap5.99 LOL p.s. Is it me, or itouch doesn't have this button for me to type in the next line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-542911820901870840?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/542911820901870840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=542911820901870840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/542911820901870840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/542911820901870840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-what-happened-today-was-all-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-1871914574065271390</id><published>2010-08-27T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T00:12:21.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Few weeks back, my mum raised a suggestion &lt;em&gt;I feel like migrating to Australia, maybe Perth. Shall we?&lt;/em&gt; My sis and I were like &lt;em&gt;huh??????&lt;/em&gt; My sis said I cant leave ky behind. Then my mum asked me to call ky along. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty sure my mum is just mentioning, im sure I will remain as a Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;Though I must admit, I like Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And another thing. Today my sis mentioned that she wanna change her hp to Iphone4 soon. BUT both of us just changed our hp together last oct only! WAKAO EH. FREAKING WASTE MONEY CAN. My mum asked if i want 1 too, i said NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hp is still new and working, change for what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I &lt;em&gt;suaku&lt;/em&gt; or what la. But I really dont understand what's with all the hype about iphones. U can hear ppl saying &lt;em&gt;wah, that person got iphone leh.&lt;/em&gt; Okay, it's expensive, but there're other phones that are expensive too what. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, people know iphones have flaws, yet they QUEUE for it, like queueing for free gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, when I was in lect, some guy behind me was exclaiming loudly to his friend, &lt;em&gt;OMG! OMG! Is that an iphone?? ...... Oh no, it's itouch.&lt;/em&gt; Er, retarded??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why are u so excited, if it's an iphone?&lt;br /&gt;2. Why arent u excited that it's not an iphone?&lt;br /&gt;3. What's the diff between iphone and itouch? Besides calling and taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's other functions that I dont know of? But to me, iphone and itouch are basically the same to me. I hardly take photos, so phototaking function is of no use to me. Even if I do, I'd prefer to use a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few of my relatives saw my ITOUCH, and asked me &lt;em&gt;is that an iphone??&lt;/em&gt; GOSH. Can u guys just start learning how to differentiate an iphone from an itouch? People are just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there're people who are really fans of Apple products, like Yinglin, ambassador-like. But I know there're people who likes the products just because they think it's &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt;, like that guy who sat behind me during my lect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have anything against iphones, I just dont see why people react so weirdly toward iphones. I MAY get one, but not now when my current hp is working well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I only have one friend who hates iphones, and she's really unique.&lt;br /&gt;It's damn funny when she was complaining to me.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, her hp spoilt and she had to get a new one. After much psychoing by 2 of her friends, she got an iphone. End up, she hates the phone, and told me she's gonna kill her 2 friends the next day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not as extreme as her. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Itouch for Ipodtouch. DUHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-1871914574065271390?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1871914574065271390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=1871914574065271390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1871914574065271390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1871914574065271390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/08/few-weeks-back-my-mum-raised-suggestion.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-4777185646112359663</id><published>2010-08-22T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:46:00.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is not PhotoHunt, this is WordHunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"cause my planning will be like, sat i got xxx birthday then if staying&lt;br /&gt;overnight then i can go out with you on sun=)"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sch reopen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"did you do any studying just now? now study hard k?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-4777185646112359663?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4777185646112359663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=4777185646112359663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4777185646112359663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4777185646112359663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-not-photohunt-this-is-wordhunt.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-6195588134102078348</id><published>2010-08-18T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T16:20:15.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the first time (I think), I get a really really shyt lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For MA2101.&lt;br /&gt;Just cos we're lagging behind his schedule, he's rushing through the slides.&lt;br /&gt;He talked like damn fast.&lt;br /&gt;And it totally doesnt help, &lt;em&gt;Tiong&lt;/em&gt;'s english.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just my fault that my brain processes too slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm attending the lecture, only to come out as much info as I had when I entered.&lt;br /&gt;then why go for lecture?&lt;br /&gt;There's webcast anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yingjie said this yesterday, and I think it's true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going to lecture doesnt mean you will get good grades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, so true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-6195588134102078348?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6195588134102078348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=6195588134102078348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6195588134102078348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6195588134102078348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/08/for-first-time-i-think-i-get-really.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-9003716243518880331</id><published>2010-08-12T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T23:19:49.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just met up with lcn today. As usual, NO PHOTOS.&lt;div&gt;Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I suck at mahjong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked about what happened lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, we got a dethroned beauty queen from our sch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, such thing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought the newpaper just to read what happened, and I dump the rest to ky cos I dont wanna look at the pictures anymore. It's just saddening, heartwrenching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel so sad that I want to cry whenever I think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When can something good finally happen to our batch from our school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-9003716243518880331?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/9003716243518880331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=9003716243518880331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/9003716243518880331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/9003716243518880331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-met-up-with-lcn-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-4358253021841902623</id><published>2010-07-25T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:02:25.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im upset. Disappointed. Most of all, speechless.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Not gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;Cos only I am in my own shoes, and no one else can understand.&lt;br /&gt;Experience tells it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad I have my parents to cheer me up, though quite indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im watching Star Struck on ch825 now. My mum's walking between the 2 tvs, outside's showing ch8's shengsiong show. Suddenly she comes to me so excitedly, telling me to come and watch the tv. Cos that WENG LI YOU is singing the Ai's theme song.&lt;br /&gt;My dear mummy, I'm nt a fan of that show, you are the fan.&lt;br /&gt;She's so &lt;em&gt;cartoon&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened my email, and receive a mail from Dad.&lt;br /&gt;The pictures made me laugh. There were 2 essays too, which I thought was really.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TExBfmcF0LI/AAAAAAAABqo/MLtjIB8yHbA/s1600/securedownload3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497841256262652082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TExBfmcF0LI/AAAAAAAABqo/MLtjIB8yHbA/s400/securedownload3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TExBe3Zh8fI/AAAAAAAABqg/s4g2yfqXWS0/s1600/securedownload2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497841243635446258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TExBe3Zh8fI/AAAAAAAABqg/s4g2yfqXWS0/s400/securedownload2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TExBehO2uSI/AAAAAAAABqY/_HMsV6e44as/s1600/securedownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497841237685090594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TExBehO2uSI/AAAAAAAABqY/_HMsV6e44as/s400/securedownload.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If only those were correct and the above was given a tick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then maths will be so much easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-4358253021841902623?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4358253021841902623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=4358253021841902623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4358253021841902623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4358253021841902623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TExBfmcF0LI/AAAAAAAABqo/MLtjIB8yHbA/s72-c/securedownload3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-7100567737880225063</id><published>2010-07-21T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:14:35.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Half day tour on taiwan day4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbwS-AR3NI/AAAAAAAABp4/K5sExx5D930/s1600/IMGP0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496344603924749522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbwS-AR3NI/AAAAAAAABp4/K5sExx5D930/s400/IMGP0469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbwSTLK2bI/AAAAAAAABpw/vWsROkf9ijk/s1600/IMGP0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496344592427702706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbwSTLK2bI/AAAAAAAABpw/vWsROkf9ijk/s400/IMGP0458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbwRrPdWyI/AAAAAAAABpo/W42PkyDQZo0/s1600/IMG_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496344581708274466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbwRrPdWyI/AAAAAAAABpo/W42PkyDQZo0/s400/IMG_0895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pudding Milk tea. My favourite of all, cos I get to eat pudding while I drink.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbwRepoWuI/AAAAAAAABpg/EIJjFgRNG9Q/s1600/IMG_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496344578328386274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbwRepoWuI/AAAAAAAABpg/EIJjFgRNG9Q/s400/IMG_0827.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbwRMasoxI/AAAAAAAABpY/e0WUpOMFPHA/s1600/IMG_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496344573433914130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbwRMasoxI/AAAAAAAABpY/e0WUpOMFPHA/s400/IMG_0597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Choosing dishes for Ding tai fung, which is much cheaper than Singapore's. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbvL9nOc1I/AAAAAAAABpQ/zv3DQ0Yt6cw/s1600/IMG_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496343384048956242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbvL9nOc1I/AAAAAAAABpQ/zv3DQ0Yt6cw/s400/IMG_0585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbvLo9DTCI/AAAAAAAABpI/zHr04nyPz_c/s1600/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496343378503355426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbvLo9DTCI/AAAAAAAABpI/zHr04nyPz_c/s400/IMG_0525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erm yea. That's the way they march.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbvLHXZUTI/AAAAAAAABpA/mVvk3Ts-A1Y/s1600/IMG_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496343369487044914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbvLHXZUTI/AAAAAAAABpA/mVvk3Ts-A1Y/s400/IMG_0497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbvKk7oM5I/AAAAAAAABo4/yUZqt9z2-D8/s1600/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496343360243774354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbvKk7oM5I/AAAAAAAABo4/yUZqt9z2-D8/s400/IMG_0496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbvKNlY1II/AAAAAAAABow/w5O42ufRWOc/s1600/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496343353976476802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbvKNlY1II/AAAAAAAABow/w5O42ufRWOc/s400/IMG_0495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how we take photos, when we only have each other. We take turns. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbu3JDZ0KI/AAAAAAAABoo/ZBDLduXPEoc/s1600/IMG_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496343026342678690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbu3JDZ0KI/AAAAAAAABoo/ZBDLduXPEoc/s400/IMG_0482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nua-ed on Saturday, Sunday at HOME. Monday went to sch for timetable planning and doing og video with suyong and weijun. SUPER SUPER LAME VIDEO. Tues went out with ke, wp and isabella. As usual, bryan went to fetch ke. I asked for what, she said to go his house to watch tv -.- NEXT TIME I DONT WANT TO ASK KE OUT ANYMORE. ALWAYS KANNA PS IN MIDDLE OF SINGAPORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way home, had a long talk with isabella. About lots of stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rare times whereby we didnt have an argument. hahahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KY's back tomorrow!&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/128817706091333831-7100567737880225063?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7100567737880225063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=7100567737880225063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7100567737880225063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7100567737880225063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/07/half-day-tour-on-taiwan-day4.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEbwS-AR3NI/AAAAAAAABp4/K5sExx5D930/s72-c/IMGP0469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-1009514701891017387</id><published>2010-07-17T14:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T18:40:02.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KY's away for 6 days. Terriby bored.&lt;br /&gt;I think his parents cheat him, im so mean. He had to go Genting, and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Hais. I'm free for these 6 days, come on people, BOOK ME. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;But, not everyday, I still needa be down at my grandparents' or they will start saying I'm neglecting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super slow, but here's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;day3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of taiwan. Took too many photos, or rather, Isabella&amp;amp;Michele took too many. I dont know why I have a camera, when I dont take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, the photos are not in order, messed up. Don't like blogspot's uploading photos style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFKACGjqFI/AAAAAAAABn4/LxQBUbAmSXc/s1600/IMG_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494754384793544786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFKACGjqFI/AAAAAAAABn4/LxQBUbAmSXc/s400/IMG_0802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Omgosh I totally love those shoes! I bought it for TWD690, relatively cheap compared to those in Singapore. Silver based, pig designs. Need to check weather forecast before wearing it, or it'll be heartbreaking to see it ruined.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isabella or Michele asked &lt;em&gt;Did you bargain?&lt;/em&gt;, I said&lt;em&gt; no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant bargain! I'm those kind, when shopkeepers say cheapest, I'll just go, &lt;em&gt;Oh okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFJ_jt_CmI/AAAAAAAABnw/lsyZ4wyzpbU/s1600/IMG_0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494754376637418082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFJ_jt_CmI/AAAAAAAABnw/lsyZ4wyzpbU/s400/IMG_0786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFJ_bG7DgI/AAAAAAAABno/TXFdjXibawU/s1600/IMG_0721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494754374326095362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFJ_bG7DgI/AAAAAAAABno/TXFdjXibawU/s400/IMG_0721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFJ-3KutRI/AAAAAAAABng/VPl-OA2xiPI/s1600/IMG_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494754364678386962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFJ-3KutRI/AAAAAAAABng/VPl-OA2xiPI/s400/IMG_0719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The food is just hot, really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFJaQVE97I/AAAAAAAABnY/faoXuLmOYrE/s1600/IMG_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494753735777515442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFJaQVE97I/AAAAAAAABnY/faoXuLmOYrE/s400/IMG_0707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We bought 4 boxes of masks each.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know why I buy it when I seldom use it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFJZ3luVUI/AAAAAAAABnQ/ss0h_BIJS_4/s1600/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494753729136448834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFJZ3luVUI/AAAAAAAABnQ/ss0h_BIJS_4/s400/IMG_0465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loots of the day. Minority belongs to yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFJZUGJYsI/AAAAAAAABnI/Ipf78AMhKEg/s1600/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494753719608763074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFJZUGJYsI/AAAAAAAABnI/Ipf78AMhKEg/s400/IMG_0453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it just me, or my head seems big for my body.&lt;br /&gt;1L of "illegal" green tea from....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFJZKR8VxI/AAAAAAAABnA/bG1FjuA3sIU/s1600/IMG_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494753716973885202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFJZKR8VxI/AAAAAAAABnA/bG1FjuA3sIU/s400/IMG_0445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Initially, I thought it's pol-teas. Then I realised, it's po-lteas. I fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFJYlM7aXI/AAAAAAAABm4/G-14SW4Y-kA/s1600/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494753707020740978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFJYlM7aXI/AAAAAAAABm4/G-14SW4Y-kA/s400/IMG_0441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isabella was pulled into this stupid game. Michele and I just walked on, but Isabella stopped for that stupid man. And she kept playing while I shopped for my sis' guitar lighter at the next store, and end up got pulled into the stupid game too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Raohe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Night Market&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Be careful&lt;/strong&gt; of this guy, he seems freaky to me.&lt;br /&gt;When Isabella wanted to stop playing, he started giving a huge amount of coins to Isabella and I, and said we can play for free. HUH!? Then when he wasnt looking, I dumped all the coins into a bucket. Michele and I quickly flee, while Isabella wanted to continue all the coins, and 2 of us just ignore her. So end up, she has no choice but to follow us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFItDQq4TI/AAAAAAAABmw/OGE2WPnG2lU/s1600/IMG_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494752959175254322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFItDQq4TI/AAAAAAAABmw/OGE2WPnG2lU/s400/IMG_0383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dont know why we posed like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFIsu-s_NI/AAAAAAAABmo/wx9EBxDvCLE/s1600/IMG_0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494752953731185874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFIsu-s_NI/AAAAAAAABmo/wx9EBxDvCLE/s400/IMG_0382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFIsDzc2mI/AAAAAAAABmg/uzH56irVRrw/s1600/IMG_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494752942141266530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFIsDzc2mI/AAAAAAAABmg/uzH56irVRrw/s400/IMG_0339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFIrjWtbfI/AAAAAAAABmY/82QFIZ7mIOQ/s1600/IMG_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494752933430783474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFIrjWtbfI/AAAAAAAABmY/82QFIZ7mIOQ/s400/IMG_0321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for Rossellini and her 4 friends, at MRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFIrJhXH5I/AAAAAAAABmQ/6-DGlW8kM40/s1600/IMG_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494752926496137106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFIrJhXH5I/AAAAAAAABmQ/6-DGlW8kM40/s400/IMG_0320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The place where Isabella wanted to go so much, and we kept delaying *PHEW!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos we found out from a local tour guide that it's a place meant for homo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, Wufenpu doesnt sell cheap clothes everywhere. &lt;u&gt;ONLY SOME&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably only about 10 stores sell TWD100 clothes. The rest are just like Singapore's pricings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And do check out a few stores before buying. Different stores, same clothes, different prices. The difference can be up to TWD100. I know, cos I paid 350 for smth at 250 elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When u're upset, all you want to hear is good stuff and expect others to understand u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, you dont get that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Because they were NEVER in your shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI. When someone is upset, dont add on. Reverse psychology doesnt work everytime. Why do you think there's a phrase called &lt;em&gt;rubbing salt into wound&lt;/em&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/128817706091333831-1009514701891017387?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1009514701891017387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=1009514701891017387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1009514701891017387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1009514701891017387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/07/kys-away-for-6-days.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TEFKACGjqFI/AAAAAAAABn4/LxQBUbAmSXc/s72-c/IMG_0802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-5643645208613457798</id><published>2010-07-09T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T00:17:31.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day2 of Taiwan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say this is the Taiwan shop of KOI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdIOMocD_I/AAAAAAAABmA/LRL1NzrnFE8/s1600/IMG_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491937679347814386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdIOMocD_I/AAAAAAAABmA/LRL1NzrnFE8/s400/IMG_0309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't need KOI, or goldfish or whatever, any Taiwan bubble tea shops can close down Singapore's. Their bubble tea is so much nicer. They have ice cream in bubble tea, pudding, and different kinds of milk tea. Cool. And of course, it tastes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdINriNKKI/AAAAAAAABl4/mohyegiNcEw/s1600/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491937670463301794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdINriNKKI/AAAAAAAABl4/mohyegiNcEw/s400/IMG_0306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've heard of Forever21, but Forever26?? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdH0JMJCYI/AAAAAAAABlg/VzxOCIWabHE/s1600/IMG_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491937231747221890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdH0JMJCYI/AAAAAAAABlg/VzxOCIWabHE/s400/IMG_0704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Taipei 101, we saw this and decided to find "Singapore", so we walked round it, walked and walked, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdH0jYLOnI/AAAAAAAABlo/sNbFQdzeUo0/s1600/IMG_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491937238777018994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdH0jYLOnI/AAAAAAAABlo/sNbFQdzeUo0/s400/IMG_0264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FOUND IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdH1Ax4VPI/AAAAAAAABlw/KpJGVwM4QXY/s1600/IMG_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491937246669460722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdH1Ax4VPI/AAAAAAAABlw/KpJGVwM4QXY/s400/IMG_0275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdHz-1sjzI/AAAAAAAABlY/lJI2_k7iaEU/s1600/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491937228968726322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdHz-1sjzI/AAAAAAAABlY/lJI2_k7iaEU/s400/IMG_0239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdHzUdnmJI/AAAAAAAABlQ/BH2pSnAmWng/s1600/IMG_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491937217593448594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdHzUdnmJI/AAAAAAAABlQ/BH2pSnAmWng/s400/IMG_0679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My lunch, started with salad appetizer with my choice of japanese dressing among 3. My choice of pumpkin soup among tomato soup and vege butter soup. Quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdJ_i_qpEI/AAAAAAAABmI/bbA7QUQQjMQ/s1600/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491939626676036674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdJ_i_qpEI/AAAAAAAABmI/bbA7QUQQjMQ/s400/IMG_0133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My main course, which was actually so-so. I wont return to this place just to eat this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdGxqw1gOI/AAAAAAAABlI/r14RynjS40w/s1600/IMG_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491936089708265698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdGxqw1gOI/AAAAAAAABlI/r14RynjS40w/s400/IMG_0154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdGxGsJKwI/AAAAAAAABlA/Dq_mVImW1nE/s1600/IMG_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491936080024906498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdGxGsJKwI/AAAAAAAABlA/Dq_mVImW1nE/s400/IMG_0148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dessert and milk tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdGwmVgntI/AAAAAAAABk4/OLAdHYOD_RY/s1600/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491936071340039890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdGwmVgntI/AAAAAAAABk4/OLAdHYOD_RY/s400/IMG_0143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdGwPdg7DI/AAAAAAAABkw/qMkJKkvPv9I/s1600/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491936065199598642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdGwPdg7DI/AAAAAAAABkw/qMkJKkvPv9I/s400/IMG_0104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was at JayChou's restaurant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pricing was pretty reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdGvt__iUI/AAAAAAAABko/9TNH1gMi8vw/s1600/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491936056217405762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdGvt__iUI/AAAAAAAABko/9TNH1gMi8vw/s400/IMG_0082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sianness at the daily free breakfast at hotel. EVERYDAY SAME ONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today just returned from camp. Now super tired. But still dont feel like sleeping lol. I think last year's camp was more fun. This year a bit........ But okay la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope it wont be a repeat of my J2 life, my og's OGL (OG head in jj) run to other og.&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/128817706091333831-5643645208613457798?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5643645208613457798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=5643645208613457798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5643645208613457798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5643645208613457798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/07/day2-of-taiwan-they-say-this-is-taiwan.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TDdIOMocD_I/AAAAAAAABmA/LRL1NzrnFE8/s72-c/IMG_0309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-566746020766509849</id><published>2010-07-07T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:13:54.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back home from family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left camp for my parents' silver anni.&lt;br /&gt;Back to camp tmr, kinda sian. Cos the camp is boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-566746020766509849?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/566746020766509849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=566746020766509849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/566746020766509849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/566746020766509849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-came-back-home-from-family-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-7625497570817341777</id><published>2010-06-29T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T00:06:12.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Abit lazy ar. But this is Day1 in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;Not much words, lazy. Day 2-7 another day. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoYAUlIwMI/AAAAAAAABkg/onF1zS67mMo/s1600/IMGP0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488225489707909314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoYAUlIwMI/AAAAAAAABkg/onF1zS67mMo/s400/IMGP0371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singaporeans should learn the manners of Taiwanese (at the MRT station). They queue to enter the MRT. Singaporeans is chiong, and first come first serve in the sense of who goes near the door. -.- Shame man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(FYI. There's a MOS Burger ad in Taiwan that mocks Singaporean, going &lt;em&gt;Wait for me laaaa Wait for me laaa.&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoX_4CJhbI/AAAAAAAABkY/jgN7VNykXkQ/s1600/IMGP0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488225482044966322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoX_4CJhbI/AAAAAAAABkY/jgN7VNykXkQ/s400/IMGP0374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shida Night Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoX_LoaEdI/AAAAAAAABkQ/3uREoJgkt0Q/s1600/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488225470125838802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoX_LoaEdI/AAAAAAAABkQ/3uREoJgkt0Q/s400/IMG_0070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talent. He paints using spray paint, like stencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoXjaQZFsI/AAAAAAAABkI/KBDzUSK8L9c/s1600/IMGP0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488224993015305922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoXjaQZFsI/AAAAAAAABkI/KBDzUSK8L9c/s400/IMGP0370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoXjJrRmvI/AAAAAAAABkA/w2Oqky5OSak/s1600/IMGP0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488224988564658930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoXjJrRmvI/AAAAAAAABkA/w2Oqky5OSak/s400/IMGP0376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On board MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoXirwe0YI/AAAAAAAABj4/VBIDK7ToFyo/s1600/IMGP0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488224980533432706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoXirwe0YI/AAAAAAAABj4/VBIDK7ToFyo/s400/IMGP0361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear guests, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the guest room....&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, they have quite alot of weird English there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoXiGFnUhI/AAAAAAAABjw/YlnelRbCwlc/s1600/IMG_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488224970421522962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoXiGFnUhI/AAAAAAAABjw/YlnelRbCwlc/s400/IMG_0638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Queueing at the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoXh1Y_4SI/AAAAAAAABjo/TymcubkTSsk/s1600/IMGP0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488224965939421474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoXh1Y_4SI/AAAAAAAABjo/TymcubkTSsk/s400/IMGP0357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The not-delicious meal on board CI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoW-ng1ZmI/AAAAAAAABjg/IrGoIL3cBuI/s1600/IMG_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488224360918771298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoW-ng1ZmI/AAAAAAAABjg/IrGoIL3cBuI/s400/IMG_0624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Free condoms in our hotel. We stayed at Wonstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoW-eEskVI/AAAAAAAABjY/1Xrq1fZt2YE/s1600/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488224358384832850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoW-eEskVI/AAAAAAAABjY/1Xrq1fZt2YE/s400/IMG_0056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss this Fried Sotong!! It's super super nice. I think the shop name is called Pie Ke or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoW92jWKnI/AAAAAAAABjQ/SscaZKsdGmg/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488224347775969906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoW92jWKnI/AAAAAAAABjQ/SscaZKsdGmg/s400/IMG_0055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoW9ZPtcfI/AAAAAAAABjI/N5zRoiyVZjA/s1600/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488224339908981234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoW9ZPtcfI/AAAAAAAABjI/N5zRoiyVZjA/s400/IMG_0050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Bubble teas there are (Y)!!!! Totally dont feel like drinking Singapore's anymore. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoW8gIWHmI/AAAAAAAABjA/rwBzVEpgR4U/s1600/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488224324577271394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoW8gIWHmI/AAAAAAAABjA/rwBzVEpgR4U/s400/IMG_0027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/128817706091333831-7625497570817341777?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7625497570817341777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=7625497570817341777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7625497570817341777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7625497570817341777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/06/abit-lazy-ar.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/TCoYAUlIwMI/AAAAAAAABkg/onF1zS67mMo/s72-c/IMGP0371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-3445138722046390350</id><published>2010-06-29T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T15:22:43.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from Taiwan last night.&lt;br /&gt;KY went to fetch me=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos up another day.&lt;br /&gt;And how dumb I am. Only bought 5 tops for myself, including 2 basics. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-3445138722046390350?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3445138722046390350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=3445138722046390350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3445138722046390350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3445138722046390350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-came-back-from-taiwan-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-3701442274297942459</id><published>2010-06-23T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:20:33.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone from Taiwan! Shall keep it short cos it's abit tough to type with my ipodtouch. I haven buy anything for myself=( looking for presents first, so noble of me lol. I think my friend is constantly blogging about our trip cos she brought her laptop mywaytotaiwan.tumblr.com Gonna save battery to go msn later! To talk to ky=D I miss him=( 4 days countdown to back to singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-3701442274297942459?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3701442274297942459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=3701442274297942459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3701442274297942459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3701442274297942459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/06/taiwan.html' title='Taiwan!'/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-6994598982140893146</id><published>2010-04-21T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:37:04.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a longggg ago picture. Zhihan drew this to guide Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/S88XPQYFcAI/AAAAAAAABeI/v0VB1TUo1K4/s1600/mindscafe+carpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462610423885164546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/S88XPQYFcAI/AAAAAAAABeI/v0VB1TUo1K4/s400/mindscafe+carpark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THIS IS A &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. HAHAHA. To guide her to the carpark outside Parklane/MindsCafe so we can head to our L4D2 session. (this was 1/2 weeks before sem2 ended)&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking. I didn't know that's a map till I saw 'carpark' lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the following......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/S88XO7eojEI/AAAAAAAABeA/wP4jG_mGxis/s1600/valrocks%3D)221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462610418275486786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/S88XO7eojEI/AAAAAAAABeA/wP4jG_mGxis/s400/valrocks%3D)221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The screen of L4D2.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to printscreen, but it's not my laptop. So I took a picture instead. Interesting huh?&lt;br /&gt;Threatened them with Facebook, but shall be lenient and put on my blog since it's pretty non-existing unless to majority.&lt;br /&gt;(...to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is study break, next week finals. And my OG7 had an against-all-odds (according to Kannan) gathering that I cant go cos of exams. Damn Khaienn, enjoying already. But I'm super behind my study schedule cos I kept slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I realised I'm pretty fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at his constipated look when he caught me taking a photo of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/S88XOllOudI/AAAAAAAABd4/6w-nPZMGNc8/s1600/valrocks%3D)226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462610412397574610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/S88XOllOudI/AAAAAAAABd4/6w-nPZMGNc8/s400/valrocks%3D)226.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And he finally dozes off... to dream of PORN. LOL. I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/S88XOGGU6mI/AAAAAAAABdw/Cs-K_vHZVC8/s1600/valrocks%3D)230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462610403946457698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/S88XOGGU6mI/AAAAAAAABdw/Cs-K_vHZVC8/s400/valrocks%3D)230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cos of exams, we couldnt meet for 17days. I'm super not used to it cos I was used to seeing him every other day. We were on the phone like, at least 2-3 times a day. And this afternoon's conversation was on breasts. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The conversation goes somewhere along this line about him saying I miss my own breasts....&lt;br /&gt;Rated M18. (Not R21 cos no pictures lol)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why will I be interested in my own? You will be interested in your brother uh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KY: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No la. You keep scolding 'you neh'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Guys also have breasts what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KY: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No, guys' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;are called chests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;KY: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Breasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KY: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Guys get breast cancer too. They dont get CHEST cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KY: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Okay, I go check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, he wiki-ed. Verdict: I won = KY lost&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been in a rather bad mood lately. Cos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/S88XNvB24vI/AAAAAAAABdo/NSpzPR9XMLE/s1600/valrocks%3D)234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462610397753697010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/S88XNvB24vI/AAAAAAAABdo/NSpzPR9XMLE/s400/valrocks%3D)234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-6994598982140893146?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6994598982140893146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=6994598982140893146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6994598982140893146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6994598982140893146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-longggg-ago-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/S88XPQYFcAI/AAAAAAAABeI/v0VB1TUo1K4/s72-c/mindscafe+carpark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-1091463533586416566</id><published>2010-01-24T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:51:15.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just switched on my laptop, and HORROR. IVLE suddenly has so many new files and I just got more tutorials and assignment to do -.- Thanks man, nus. what a weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clearly said I wont sing before going K, and still, they forced me to sing. Really girls, u need to help me to clear up. Like even my dear tlcn has hardly heard my voice before, and how I even refused to sing in front of them too, only after number-dont-know-what trips to K, then I was willing to open my mouth (and reveal the gold within LOL). After we left K, Kaiyuan just couldnt stop singing the first line of Aaron Kwok's song, which is a totally weirdly sounding song. I'll try to get the title, and u can go listen to the song yourself. WEIRD SONG! Weird as in, horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Peilun, Youcheng &amp;amp; Kaiyuan, but PLEASE dont do it ever again. Although u keep saying u're going to meet a friend, I still dont quite believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop lying to me can. Now, I don't know when to believe what you guys say. Heard of cry wolf?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-1091463533586416566?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1091463533586416566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=1091463533586416566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1091463533586416566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1091463533586416566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-switched-on-my-laptop-and-horror.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-4984801475988358401</id><published>2010-01-20T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:06:43.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out for supper with Alex, Zhenxin and Chailing last night. What a weird combi. Haha. I've not seen Alex and Zhenxin for, maybe, FOUR YEARS? I havent not really spoke to them for, maybe, SIX YEARS? lol. (@@*!&amp;amp;!@$ Just hit my toe) And because I ps-ed Alex &amp;amp; Zhenxin on Sunday, I treated them to supper. So chicken, kept looking at Mac menu and looked for the most expensive one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really involved in JJC, but not JSS. The 3 of them kept reminiscing about sec2, which mostly I have no recollection of? Idiot. But I have to admit, 2-4 is a damn funny class. I miss all the crazy stuff the guys do during class. The guys are just super retarded, with yuxiang started that groaning during D&amp;amp;T to the piling on top of each other during English Oral just to shock Miss Leong. HAHA. This is mean, but it's really funny how the guys bully Yongjian. Speaking of whom, I'm just gonna ask this, but, CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN HOW COME HE LIKED ME!? Cos all I've ever said to them was &lt;em&gt;Yongjian, journal&lt;/em&gt; cos he's Eng rep. Alex said maybe he thought my voice is cute. Valerie doesnt go well with cute haha. Told Alex that it'll be hard to get me out of the house from next week, cos that's when tutorials fall in. And, why is everybody so interested about me and zy? Like those news are years-old already. I'd really choose not to talk about it. Hurting memories are not worth remembering and talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted till 5am, im freaking tired now, cos have to wake up for the bio lab thing. Slept for 4hours only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're asking for 2-4 outing. haha, get someone to organise. And seeing how lazy my dear 4-4 class is. People request for class outing, but are pushing the job to each other. I'll TRY to organise a last time between may-aug (MY HOLS). Aiya, see when I shuang to organise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. (To guys only) If you ever confessed to a girl, dont forget it. Or if u're trying to ask her about it, dont act like u forgot either, cos we'll believe. We'd rather u not mention it. So dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YIJIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!! Please read this. When are we going for our long-ago-arranged-but-always-couldnt-make-it suntanning that we both really want and need? I'm looking at my 2tone-skin arm with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I can do the bet I had with Alex. It's a bet that I can't do as and when I want, I lack the courage. Crap, being sad is the suckiest feeling ever, and I totally hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-4984801475988358401?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4984801475988358401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=4984801475988358401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4984801475988358401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4984801475988358401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-out-for-supper-with-alex-zhenxin.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-7995750624011053731</id><published>2009-11-27T01:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:13:39.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE PHYLLIS BAHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, wasnt meant on purpose. Talking about the bahhhhhh. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;My scandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, some mathsfreak didnt know we can use helpsheet for stats gem paper. WOW, so assuring. kns. Oooh speak of the devil at msn. (cos i countered his pm with my own pm). And then I suddenly remember something that I want to haolian about. HAHA. Soooo me. But I topped my sec1 class for maths and english okay. Mr Lee LS gave us back our EngPaper. (girls, stop the MrLee scandal, he's MARRIED ALREADY) LOL SECONDARY ONE. And that reminds me, the Scrabble thing i was forced to join with Clement, Nicholas Chee &amp;amp; ZY -.-&lt;br /&gt;Crap man. Miss those 97m-days. Now, I think it's more likely of 9.7m-days. And yes, both upon 100.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, be thankful at least I called u mathsfreak. It's grossed when Yuxiang called me mathsbird. WTHECK IS A MATHSBIRD. I look like I have wings huh? And speaking of Yuxiang, that reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quite beginning of sec1 days)&lt;br /&gt;Yuxiang was looking out of the window, in Sarah's direction&lt;br /&gt;....then suddenly mid of the lesson&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: *raises hand straight up high* &lt;em&gt;MISS TJIOE! That guy looking at me!&lt;/em&gt; (points at YX)&lt;br /&gt;Yuxiang: &lt;em&gt;Walao who want to look at you. I looking outside la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is classic. 1-4 ppl will probably never forget this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At msn, Melissa is scolding me for not concentrating to study for stats. Fierce sia.&lt;br /&gt;And she says I always bully youcheng. Eh be honoured about it okay. If I bully you, it means we're still friends. Hahaha, that's my logic. Or u can opt for the Ryan-BCB-treatment&lt;br /&gt;=) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-7995750624011053731?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7995750624011053731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=7995750624011053731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7995750624011053731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7995750624011053731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-phyllis-bahhhhhh-haha-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-4405473179891447101</id><published>2009-11-25T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:56:14.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reminisce hockey days. Miss the fun times so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sw0V7ypUWAI/AAAAAAAABM4/YLHR80Zn4i8/s1600/IMG_1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408002844493371394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sw0V7ypUWAI/AAAAAAAABM4/YLHR80Zn4i8/s400/IMG_1200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This stick is damn cute right. Hockey girls celebrated Huifern's, Sokteng's and my birthday after training then. And the little boy at HockeyV (forgot his name), gave 3 of us this stick which was supposed to be on sale! Damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sw0V7VrnStI/AAAAAAAABMw/fZjxaE2C0qg/s1600/P5230396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408002836718373586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sw0V7VrnStI/AAAAAAAABMw/fZjxaE2C0qg/s400/P5230396.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tried to sneak into arcade. Cheryl's jacket was huge for me, and i look like LRRH here, Huiyee just had to be the wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sw0V7MdE-BI/AAAAAAAABMo/N-FyeZeLa7w/s1600/compilation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 388px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408002834241484818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sw0V7MdE-BI/AAAAAAAABMo/N-FyeZeLa7w/s400/compilation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, all so hot. =P Okay la, u gotta admit we do have some really goodlooking girls in the team. And yes, im not inside sadly=( LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sickening trainings by sickening coach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sprint 50m, 100m, 200m, and finally 400M. Was so dehydrating till u can taste that your saliva is getting sticky because we cant go on water break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there was one day, a few of us decided to play Zong Ji Mi Ma, that number game. But we pranked others. First victim was Victoria. We collaborated and made it that she'll definitely get the number. Forfeit was the matchmaker was a mole stunt. HILARIOUS. HAHA. Then it was Cheryl, this certain soccer guy I dont know, Alex from guys team, and forgot who else already. You've been PUNK'D!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, crazy days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After HockeyCamp, we played HeartAttack. Can u imagine, like 10 over girls playing with a little boy and the screams in the game. Super super funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharon and I was pranked by Seb that he's upset over his tennis loss. And to think I praised Loonyuan about his character to make him feel better. To get back, we had Huiyee to call Loonyuan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi, are u the Secretary of JJC Tennis? I really like u alot. I am Samuel, ehhh no, i mean Samantha, I just undergo a sex change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh. And she faked an accent. Damn funny la. And we messaged Loonyuan with stupid way of talking: &lt;em&gt;Hii, are euu....?? I really lub euu worxxxxxxx.&lt;/em&gt; HAHA. The dumb things we can do when we're bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when we were chatting about people in school are saying Number8&amp;amp;10 are pretty. I was 9 (unofficial) and I asked how come no one said 9. So the other girls started saying &lt;em&gt;OH YEAH. NUMBER 9 SOOO PRETTY LA. Damn chio!&lt;/em&gt; And there were 3 guys nearby, think it was MoonJun and 2 others, so MoonJun asked the other guys, &lt;em&gt;eh who's number9 uh?&lt;/em&gt; Just after I heard him asking the guys, Huiyee shouted so loudly, &lt;em&gt;I AM NUMBER9!!!&lt;/em&gt; She was utterly embarrassed when I told her the guys' conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only we could go back to those days. Human only learn to appreciate things once it's gone. When can we ever learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If, and only if.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crap. Look at what Maths has done to me. Screw bijection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-4405473179891447101?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4405473179891447101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=4405473179891447101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4405473179891447101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4405473179891447101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/11/reminisce-hockey-days.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sw0V7ypUWAI/AAAAAAAABM4/YLHR80Zn4i8/s72-c/IMG_1200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-5862815820376530064</id><published>2009-11-13T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:57:14.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Edited. Part about jamming. It happened quite a while ago, so I kinda forgot what exactly happened, till now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sv1pwWpp6qI/AAAAAAAABLY/0qthhiRUS4M/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403591407349394082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sv1pwWpp6qI/AAAAAAAABLY/0qthhiRUS4M/s400/IMG_0094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sv1pv7arXrI/AAAAAAAABLQ/RiYDQRwexaU/s1600-h/P5301000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403591400038817458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sv1pv7arXrI/AAAAAAAABLQ/RiYDQRwexaU/s400/P5301000.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; People I worked with during my part time job. D&amp;amp;D Committee. Who says the fairest of us all is definitely the best? It doesnt seem to be this case here. The fairest here, seems to be the all-words-but-no-action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been wanting to mention this, only remember it now. I've this friend who went to poly from jc. And even when we were in jc, we could hardly get her to attend our outings, since she says she's always busy, with studying? I don't know. Now she's in poly, she still says she's busy. When we ask, &lt;em&gt;busy with what?&lt;/em&gt; Her replies are always &lt;em&gt;I'm just busy.&lt;/em&gt; And now, there's finally a change in what she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept it if you say you are busy, just dont do it so frequently, but dont ever say my course is the busiest blahblah. Unless we're taking the same subjects and you have an one more extra subject, or two more, than me, fine. But now she says &lt;em&gt;You can go around and ask the poly students, my course is the busiest course!&lt;/em&gt; So alright. I went to ask someone else from IT. End up, that person replied me, &lt;em&gt;You go and ask your friend, if Industrial Design is busy, then isn't IT worse?&lt;/em&gt; -.- I think i asked the wrong person. I don't like it when people say such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is busiest? Just because you had more projects? What about those with homework?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't tell me you did the most work, just because you slept less. If you know maths, &lt;strong&gt;implication&lt;/strong&gt; does NOT work that way. (yes I'm shooting the Shadow Sherryn, who said we ogls are lousy, and she's just a year1 like us. I'm sure u have no idea who she is, because she's a shadow in name.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your life can suck. But dont say you have the worst life ever. Try telling that to kids in Africa. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the list goes on. If you wanna give an excuse, think of a better one. It's worse when you thought you gave a good excuse, and end up busted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was practising a little piano today, trying to learn to play a new pop song. I hardly did that, since I was busy with piano exam pieces in the past. Then I started thinking. I have ever hated being in my jc class, over several incidents. One of which, is how insulted I felt. Isabella and Waifun could play several pop songs, but Isabella and I are the ones with piano backgrounds. I remember once during a leaders' meeting, Zheyuan was looking for someone to play the piano for certain event, and Waifun and I were around. Guess who Laixing asked? WAIFUN. I don't think I'm good in piano, but that's insulting. I'd like to ask around, what is the definition of being able to play the piano? Is it being able to play pop songs, that define how great you are?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't remember Mozart playing Jaychou's songs, neither do I remember Tchaikovsky or Bach playing Jolin's songs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once, I was walking back with Isabella and she just commented to me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if she doesnt know if she should go. So I asked &lt;em&gt;go what?&lt;/em&gt; She refused to say initially, and I was like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thinking how the hell do u expect me to reply u then. Finally she said it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was jamming. And definitely, i asked &lt;em&gt;with who?&lt;/em&gt; she said &lt;em&gt;Don't know can tell you anot leh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; End up, she told me that Junjie, Laixing, Yuliang have asked her and Waifun out for jamming. I flared right at that moment. (Don't ask me what's her point of asking me if she didnt wanna tell me in the first place. Some people just like to alert u indirectly. Alert in a bad way, I mean) Not that I want to go, but I don't know if anyone of you can understand how I felt. Then Isabella told Laixing that I felt insulted. Only then, Laixing asked me. HELLO, NOT INTERESTED ANYMORE. I never make an effort to learn pop songs, because I don't feel the need to prove myself to people who only appreciate piano-pop songs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sv1wM9m-udI/AAAAAAAABLg/gw7D-lZWI28/s1600-h/burning_piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403598495913261522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sv1wM9m-udI/AAAAAAAABLg/gw7D-lZWI28/s400/burning_piano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, that is what I call a burning passion for piano. Literally. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But anyway, I'm still thinking if I should consider diploma. Should I, or should I not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went out just now, the rest were bowling. And I think because I only ate a bread in the morning, I was suffering from gastric pain just when we left the place. The pain is bearable, but it still hurts. My gastric pain has been quite frequent lately. I should get back to the doctor after my finals. Anyway, I'm sure Kaiyuan knows I was just kidding with him, so I don't know why are the rest of you interrupting when he's not saying anything. When Weijun does the same thing, he's just kidding. When I do it, I'm mean. Thanks alot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Zhihan, WHAT WAS IT THAT U WANTED TO ASK ME???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-5862815820376530064?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5862815820376530064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=5862815820376530064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5862815820376530064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5862815820376530064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/11/people-i-worked-with-during-my-part.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sv1pwWpp6qI/AAAAAAAABLY/0qthhiRUS4M/s72-c/IMG_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-5756873701729213522</id><published>2009-11-10T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:58:06.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yijie, YOU &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROCK&lt;/span&gt; MY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock as in, gives it earthquake, tsunami, traumas to my life. Rock, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to clarify once again to little girls, that I am NOT your generation, stop talking to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for 185 near jj to go home today, and this little girl, around 4-5years old came to talk to me. And asked me what's in my ear (earpiece), and I passed one to her and she listened and she went ORHHHHH. and started blabbering dont know what nonsense &lt;em&gt;I give you this paper, my je je will be angry. nah, i give you.&lt;/em&gt; I refused to take it. If I didnt hear wrongly, her name is Angel, cos her maid kept calling her. But really, she's more like a demon cos she was making LOTS of noise in the bus and others were staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better start studying soon, others are nagging at me already. I used to have an aim to work towards to, but this time, I dont have an aim, which probably explains the lack in motivation. When I had an A, I told myself that I must get an A again. But now I'm failing, so now what? I totally dont think I can do well, so what's the point in setting an aim that I can't reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was telling Melissa about this thing that's she's suspicious about something related to me today. And how Kaiyuan laughed so hard about it. But, this is like a secret between us, that's why I purposely walked slower behind with Melissa, waiting for Xiangna and Jessica to walk faster. (I mean, face the fact that Im closest to Melissa here, and we are together just because of same lect) Anyone else could have somewhat gotten the hint and walk their way, or fake like they're doing something else but is actually eavesdropping. But omgosh, xn did it so obviously that Melissa and I could tell. She was initially walking in front, then she turned around and walked slowly with us. And despite me already whispering to Melissa (hinting to xn I'm not talking to her), xiangna still kept turning around and look at us, somehow hoping I'll tell her what is it about. In the end, I gave up because xn is so near that she can hear the slightest whisper . SO I used my handphone and typed out what I wanted to say and showed to melissa.&lt;br /&gt;I believe I wasnt being rude, because this is a secret between Melissa and I. I already tried not to do it in front of xn and jessica, but she herself walked towards us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, it was so easier to decipher. Part of me hopes someone can read how I'm feeling, part of me hopes no one finds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iamdgfounhndavsjokuun6drlwirkgebajfuosogliboultqsaozmdeftgihmjemsnibjfursytuwiihsfhsexd&lt;br /&gt;zgigyyaunkgkigsfsdtsiclvlbtnhmeuryerftohramre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-5756873701729213522?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5756873701729213522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=5756873701729213522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5756873701729213522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5756873701729213522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/11/yijie-you-rock-my-life-rock-as-in-gives.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-5479399330925068247</id><published>2009-11-08T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:21:22.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out, hopeful of where my aunt and godmum gonna bring us to. She said, a pub. well yea. A Thai Pub, and it was freaking crowded. I could hear people grumbling that they wanna get out of that place, and they'll never be back blahblah. I wasnt happy being there either. It was so crowded, u'll think it's somewhat like Chinatown during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SvbgC8LknxI/AAAAAAAABK4/ow8i1c1eqa8/s1600-h/valrocks%3D)015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401751144196513554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SvbgC8LknxI/AAAAAAAABK4/ow8i1c1eqa8/s400/valrocks%3D)015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is just the outside, long after people started to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SvbgCoqZH3I/AAAAAAAABKw/rFkyJlHFk-M/s1600-h/valrocks%3D)012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401751138957074290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SvbgCoqZH3I/AAAAAAAABKw/rFkyJlHFk-M/s400/valrocks%3D)012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yea i know, this is gross. But guess what, it was so crowded, not everyone get a seat. So we had to STAND and eat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We gave up and left quickly after eating, and went to a much quieter place to drink. I had this Blackberry lychee drink, which I just randomly pointed at at the menu cos I was busy playing the games in my hp. Just downloaded. And freak, there's grass/leaf in my drink. I mean, it's understandable it's part of the drink, but it's just plain gross. Picture in my camera though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SvbgDXOypjI/AAAAAAAABLI/zK6dum5ZZGM/s1600-h/valrocks%3D)017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401751151457773106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SvbgDXOypjI/AAAAAAAABLI/zK6dum5ZZGM/s400/valrocks%3D)017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SvbgDCKas5I/AAAAAAAABLA/o3HRKsDsXp8/s1600-h/valrocks%3D)016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401751145802281874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SvbgDCKas5I/AAAAAAAABLA/o3HRKsDsXp8/s400/valrocks%3D)016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's funny how talking to two different people who are so good friends,&lt;br /&gt;yet one tends to make you cry, and the other could just make you smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-5479399330925068247?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5479399330925068247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=5479399330925068247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5479399330925068247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5479399330925068247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/11/went-out-hopeful-of-where-my-aunt-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SvbgC8LknxI/AAAAAAAABK4/ow8i1c1eqa8/s72-c/valrocks%3D)015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-1169636308579082406</id><published>2009-11-08T02:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T02:12:50.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wonder. How can you tell if she is happy, just because she is always smiling?&lt;br /&gt;You can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-1169636308579082406?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1169636308579082406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=1169636308579082406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1169636308579082406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1169636308579082406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-689267604889042149</id><published>2009-11-07T00:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:23:44.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wore hvv shirtdress to sch, and the material is so smooth, melissa kept on touching me. OH i mean she kept on touching my shirt. Molester. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SvRWkxn25YI/AAAAAAAABKo/7qPzaCmHye0/s1600-h/5695_108937603822_738358822_2384042_6330706_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401037042919859586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SvRWkxn25YI/AAAAAAAABKo/7qPzaCmHye0/s400/5695_108937603822_738358822_2384042_6330706_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I mean, really cannot tell which is me? Wtheck, weijun asked youcheng who is beside Melissa, and he just couldnt believe that's me. He's trying to say the girl in the photo is better looking than me, which is totally not a compliment. And thanks youcheng for adding in, &lt;em&gt;it's the angle&lt;/em&gt;. And then they just had to praise each other about how smart they are, which scared me, really. nus people are scary, or rather, university people. not including myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm watching jjc mass dance now. Lol. Reminisce. JJ really have so many dances, and I kinda forgot most steps already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pwh6DNlMeAk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pwh6DNlMeAk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, leaders' dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4EWi7vwbtUQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4EWi7vwbtUQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 Batch Dance. Not bad choreo, but song disabled. Yeah, so play your own song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XVX-Elvs2Rw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XVX-Elvs2Rw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't rmb what's this song for already. Song disabled too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-DyCnUHzHVA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-DyCnUHzHVA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced this with Laixing at YOG@Padang. OH MEMORIES =(&lt;br /&gt;You can try going youtube and type Youth Olympic Games. Try spotting me in the videos. I was on the stage, but even I myself saw a GLIMPSE of myself like only once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually still got Hey Ya, Superstar, She bangs, pump it, and a few more I can't rmb le. SO MANY DANCES CAN. She bangs is my batch's dance, why they didnt dance it and upload to youtube! Should show how the girl suffers in the dance, if I didnt rmb wrongly, the guy will spin the girl about 9times consecutively, really spin until crazy. It's like into the arms of the guy, out, in, out, spin around, then I don't rmb le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais, memories, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate uni life. Sucks like hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-689267604889042149?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/689267604889042149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=689267604889042149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/689267604889042149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/689267604889042149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wore-hvv-shirtdress-to-sch-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SvRWkxn25YI/AAAAAAAABKo/7qPzaCmHye0/s72-c/5695_108937603822_738358822_2384042_6330706_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-2641908657970239229</id><published>2009-11-06T00:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:50:42.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having severe mood swings right now, thanks to ma1100 tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I managed to complete a qn, =D&lt;br /&gt;then faces next qn, =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When youcheng reads this, he's gonna sigh. Here I am blogging, while he's trying to teach me how to do in msn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last lecture for MA1101R. I'm sad, really.&lt;br /&gt;Because it spells the end for the easiest module for LINEAR ALGEBRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone wants to see my reactions towards crashing gohsaysong's lect today. But main point is to see my SP. Cos it's freaking unfair that he knows how I look like, when I dont know how he looks like. Okay, Zhihan showed me, but now, I've forgotten how my SP looks like already. Kinda lost the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Youcheng, this is the part when I just confessed to my guilt of blogging while u're teaching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ANYWAY, gohsaysong teaches real detailed. Even there're some parts when I'll think like, &lt;em&gt;just give the answer&lt;/em&gt;. He goes through like every single step. But wangfei is like, dribble his workings everywhere and always say &lt;em&gt;this is trivial&lt;/em&gt;, and mumbles to himself the workings like we're invisible. I mention their names like they're my friends -.- but I dont really hear any lame jokes from gohsaysong lect, besides one fool who yawned so loudly and gohsaysong actually laughed about it. Damn cute old man, love how he wore his pants so high up. Totally trendy! He knows high waisted is in right now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love his voice. But kinda alright compared to this other old man I heard while boarding the train recently. Okay, this is gonna sound mean, but it's kinda funny if u're there, really. And like almost everyone near this old man, actually turned and look at him. This old man (he plays 1, he plays... OH THAT BLOODY SONG) was chatting on the phone, and his voice is kinda like how a high-pitched donkey sounds when it goes heehaw. I'm thinking maybe he has some throat infection, but still, it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're really busy today. Busy completing our tutorials. Sucks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my father's tutorial homework. VT signs off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-2641908657970239229?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2641908657970239229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=2641908657970239229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2641908657970239229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2641908657970239229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-having-severe-mood-swings-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-4301279457428743222</id><published>2009-11-04T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:54:09.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard about the lunch Shuling had with the physics guys, plus Benjamin and Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Kaiyuan explained that he was sitting beside Shuling &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;COINCIDENTALLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (yea right, I believe, and then suddenly I get full marks for all my modules -.-) and Chixiong was constantly teasing the both of them, Joseph and Benjamin thought that Kaiyuan and Shuling are together. It happened during our MA1100 lecture, but feel free to inform me anytime, I'll gladly pon my lecture to join in the fun with Chixiong. There's webcast anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. But, I'm laughing as I type this post out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Girlfriend-involved-in-below, I know what you're thinking. And you remind me of "I'm going to ___ so that I can see you" HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way GUYS, don't be a retard and act mushy to the girl you like, which is obvious to everyone else. And then one day, sms the girl and says, &lt;em&gt;How will you confess to a girl you like, if you are a guy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you failed already.&lt;br /&gt;And, isn't it better to confirm if the girl likes you too, before acting like she's already yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend should have replied, &lt;em&gt;Oh i wont. Because I know I'll be rejected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm being mean, but ignoring smses is already a very obvious reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Edited at 11.47pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some smartfreak just complained that I'm not mentioning our group of friends lately. Oh okay. Im actually cracking my head over what to say. er, went to school on mon, tues, thurs, fri, saw the maths people. meet chixiong and kaiyuan on monday during break. tues nothing. wed, is TODAY. oh last friday, went to queensway to buy presents. saw mario's yongming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAO EH. WHAT U WANT ME TO SAY!&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on finals. Our lives are freaking bored right now. Fine, I'll mention all of your names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OGLS: Huiying songyu&lt;br /&gt;seniors: Jasmine, Celine, ValerieTeo, Siokhwa, (spoken to once)weiyang, (cannot be bothered) moses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the young 19s and one 20: jessica, melissa, shuling, linnah, fangfang, sharifah, huimin, annie, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VALERIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the oldies 21: yinglin, zhihan, youcheng, peilun, kaiyuan, chixiong, weijun, bloody-freak-irritating-bcb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-4301279457428743222?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4301279457428743222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=4301279457428743222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4301279457428743222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4301279457428743222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-heard-about-lunch-shuling-had-with.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-7007040945424865778</id><published>2009-11-02T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:57:59.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;Why did ZhangXiaoWei go on MC today? And gave us such a sucky and such a full of himself relief piece of shyt. You're neither fit, nor handsome. So stop giving such a cocky lesson.&lt;br /&gt;His teaching totally sucks, and it totally doesnt help with his THAT accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I WASNT copying Yinglin's answers, we were discussing you fool.&lt;br /&gt;2. What's wrong with discussing answers? I mean, isn't that the purpose of tutorials??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Melissa to thrash u in English. She can totally win you flat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Decided to edit this part off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid yongzhi, used KE's phone to call me and irritate me again. Only poor KE will entertain him and study with him. I'm not that foolish. (Momentarily again, haha) So I had a short chat with her, and I told her the counting starts today and I'll show her nothing's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how awkward it is, to bump into someone you were hoping constantly that you wouldn't cross paths with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-7007040945424865778?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7007040945424865778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=7007040945424865778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7007040945424865778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7007040945424865778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/11/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-908965337840357635</id><published>2009-10-31T02:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:27:02.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO I'M BACK AFTER A DAY OF MIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, we'll take pictures tmr=) smu bazaar, and hope the sales will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Queensway shopping centre with mel jess cx zh today to buy presents. And I totally love the Nike jacket we got for huimin!!! (I'm pretty sure hm doesnt know my blog, no worries) OMGOSH. I LOVE THAT JACKET! That's the problem with me, always liking something that I buy for my friend. I love the jacket we bought for you too, Yijie. HAHA. And i love this other jacket, i think it's Nike too, satin material. Blue and blueish purple, BEAUTIFUL JACKET. Gosh, love at first sight!! So many nice jackets! Crap. I'm going back Queensway someday to get my backpack, sneakers and jacket. Anw, the problem with that jacket, the price isnt love at first sight. It's 189 before 40% discount, KNS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm really becoming the treasurer of my og. I was in-charged of mass sms to pay up to Melissa. Almost all replied, and of those who replied, it's just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No problem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....except one. Replied an essay long sms. LOL. I showed all the smses to Melissa and Jessica. So funny. I mean, how can u think of what to reply to &lt;em&gt;Please pay 6.40bucks to Melissa.......&lt;/em&gt; besides okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CX wanted to stay around more so we were to Anchorpoint to sit at KFC and got chased out by the security guard. Then I suddenly received a call from chailing, to go supper with lingdi and boonkiat too, AT GEYLANG. Lol i stunned. Was quite sleepy actl, but yea, I went. Boonkiat's driving anyway. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, we went, saw old men with prost. So gross la. And this whole group of men at the next table kept eyeing the pub, like want see pretty girls, if there are. But anyway, we ate pig intestines, horfun, shengmian, chicken feet and......... SMELLY TOFU. Lol. Thank goodness the spicy one doesnt smell as bad as the fried one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what I'm typing now may be slightly nonsense cos my eyes are half closed as Im typing. Rushing through this, and edit tmr when I'm back with pictures from bazaar!&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Edited at 7.11pm 1st Nov)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Suxzg_4l0gI/AAAAAAAABKQ/4cXzqsruAJ4/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398817064052183554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Suxzg_4l0gI/AAAAAAAABKQ/4cXzqsruAJ4/s400/IMG_0293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOST! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SuxzgQuA60I/AAAAAAAABKI/TohpCuLbbjk/s1600-h/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398817051391355714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SuxzgQuA60I/AAAAAAAABKI/TohpCuLbbjk/s400/IMG_0306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Setting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SuxzgGdsa1I/AAAAAAAABKA/WcVbsKfL1t4/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398817048638548818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SuxzgGdsa1I/AAAAAAAABKA/WcVbsKfL1t4/s400/IMG_0298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Suxzhj4gteI/AAAAAAAABKY/eyNFYyzPxn8/s1600-h/IMG_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398817073715525090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Suxzhj4gteI/AAAAAAAABKY/eyNFYyzPxn8/s400/IMG_0303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The skeleton that attracted stares, and Yijie's constantly fixing its dropping chest. Why can't the people focus on the stuff we're selling instead of that skeleton on DISPLAY ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;End of the day, we were DI-vastated. Right sokteng???? HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's supposed to be devastated btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Suxzhx6bEAI/AAAAAAAABKg/SXVwQm-83HE/s1600-h/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398817077481639938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Suxzhx6bEAI/AAAAAAAABKg/SXVwQm-83HE/s400/IMG_0349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moved on to my grandma's bday dinner. Was helping her to blow alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, met up with my jc class at Mac for an hour, before all of us decided to be home.&lt;br /&gt;I think one of my friends is getting really bored in army, and he decided to go on strongly. My dear girlfriend is disgusted. Why can't guys learn that if the girl doesnt reply, it means that SHE IS NOT INTERESTED. So stop getting mushy, it doesnt work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any parents read my blog. Read this notice:&lt;br /&gt;Please follow my blog until Yijie grads from NIE (if I still have it till then) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yijie's planning to go NIE, which I think she's kidding. But just in case, I'll let you know which school she's going, so that you wont send your kid to her school. She wants to teach sexual education, which isn't good if your teacher is Ng Yi Jie. Her mentality is do it before puberty, so you won't get pregnant. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Parents, i'm pretty pretty sure my friend is kidding about this too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/128817706091333831-908965337840357635?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/908965337840357635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=908965337840357635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/908965337840357635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/908965337840357635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-im-back-after-day-of-mia.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Suxzg_4l0gI/AAAAAAAABKQ/4cXzqsruAJ4/s72-c/IMG_0293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-5485866111958008965</id><published>2009-10-28T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:29:55.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isabella and I are signing up for this account together at this website. And we were trying to come up with nicknames. So I suggested name fusion. And these are the retarded results we have came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;valebella&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;isarie (sounds like israel)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;isavalla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;valerisa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bellarie (sounds like belly -.-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;valerella (total tongue twister)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;riella&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laval&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;valla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not that retarded. I only came up with one out of so many. HAHA. Shall not reveal which it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-5485866111958008965?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5485866111958008965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=5485866111958008965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5485866111958008965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5485866111958008965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/isabella-and-i-are-signing-up-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-376553487177897862</id><published>2009-10-27T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:48:12.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SucTI0-4ieI/AAAAAAAABJ4/AUgwnykaySY/s1600-h/AIR+PORK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397303720809105890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SucTI0-4ieI/AAAAAAAABJ4/AUgwnykaySY/s400/AIR+PORK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaiyuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's his species, and we have come up with a new name for him after this deserted-brand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Green part is supposed to be feathers btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more I look at it, the more I think it's ugly. But he thinks it's funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by the way, I'd like to clarify something before nonsense starts popping up in my face. About all the suspicions and all, there's ABSOLUTELY nothing going on. So guys (and Maths girls), stop discussing or saying anything. If there is, I'll say there is. If there isn't, then I mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm getting afraid of where these talks are leading. And I'm sick of being the one who initiates 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/128817706091333831-376553487177897862?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/376553487177897862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=376553487177897862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/376553487177897862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/376553487177897862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/kaiyuan.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SucTI0-4ieI/AAAAAAAABJ4/AUgwnykaySY/s72-c/AIR+PORK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-1364410035362910426</id><published>2009-10-26T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:02:51.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in the midst of MA1100 Homework Assignment 4 (and I hope no retards will google this which may lead them here again, sorry Zhihan, not scolding you. LOL) and I just have this urge to touch my laptop. Oh my, that sounds wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. I seriously can't take care of my items. I just bought my new phone on Saturday, and it hit the floor today already. Heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SuW1vgzVLII/AAAAAAAABJw/D_ztXYsPr3c/s1600-h/nokia-n97-white-keyboard-163584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396919556337118338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SuW1vgzVLII/AAAAAAAABJw/D_ztXYsPr3c/s400/nokia-n97-white-keyboard-163584.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WAHAHAHAHA. But my hands are kinda small. So when I type, I kinda have to stretch lol. Some, many were interested in my hp today. Sense of achievement, and I'm so gleeing with joy right now. And I still have my old phone with me, which is just worth 10bucks, totally not worth trading in. So, I can still switch here and there. =D Yinglin is a super PRO-Apple product, and he can totally be their ambassador, so that kinda explains why he said he has never seen this phone before. And he didn't know how to use it either. Lol. But when he saw that it's qwerty, he just said OH GOOD. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melissa's only coming back tomorrow! HELLO!=D So I was alone today during my 2-3pm break and damn Chixiong, couldn't reach him at all. So I called Kaiyuan, and he had lunch while I was doing my Maths. And yeah, I did complain to him about &lt;u&gt;B&lt;/u&gt;eef&lt;u&gt;C&lt;/u&gt;ombo&lt;u&gt;B&lt;/u&gt;oy. Notice the underlined letters. I mean, if only the waiter called his food wrongly as beef Hombo, then it'll be BHB. Which stands for shameless. Kaiyuan was telling me not to show it clearly that I'm blacklisting him, but who cares. I think I should seriously learn from Kaiyuan, he's too nice to throw any temper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it kinda freaks me out that he doesnt know my blog, but he tends to mention stuff that I just posted. Like he mentioned the &lt;em&gt;Only hear the good stuff&lt;/em&gt; as quoted from the radio station ad today. He said I think too much about this certain matter (not related to Voldemort in anyway, which I'm glad that I've not seen him for days) but I don't wish a repeat of a possible scene of blindfolding and candles forming a heart shape at the beach. Yeah girls, you totally know who I'm talking about, especially SOKTENG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's 11.02pm right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-1364410035362910426?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1364410035362910426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=1364410035362910426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1364410035362910426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1364410035362910426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-in-midst-of-ma1100-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SuW1vgzVLII/AAAAAAAABJw/D_ztXYsPr3c/s72-c/nokia-n97-white-keyboard-163584.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-1182265773291868221</id><published>2009-10-25T01:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:54:09.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My posts are getting wordy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, woke up at 10 to go westmall with mum and sis. Omgosh. We spent 1k at M1 shop. my sis bought OmniaII and I bought n97. I have friends who think n97's alright, so yea, heck iphone. Then, my mum bought FIVE korean dramas. She's a total fan of korean dramas. And that means, I'll have lots of dramas to catch up on during my hols. I don't mind watching korean dramas, but NOT taiwan dramas. Oh yea, add GossipGirl to that list. And we had sakae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;eh CHICKEN PIG=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;prepare for my wasabi=DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loonyuan asked me out to join Seb and him, and probably some other CTSS people I dont know for Jap Buffet dinner. Lol. I'm surrounded by CTSS people, but I'm from JSS. Turned him down, cos I had something on. Then, Junjie asked me out for supper at Clementi to meet up with Laixing before "he goes to Brunei to eat grass" which I didnt turn up either. Lol. It was a class thing btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 10months.&lt;br /&gt;Went with my godma, aunt and sis to pay respects to my godpa.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not close to him, but I do miss him.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he's well over there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-1182265773291868221?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1182265773291868221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=1182265773291868221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1182265773291868221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1182265773291868221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-posts-are-getting-wordy.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-8540937561003020122</id><published>2009-10-23T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:44:08.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm totally complaining to Jessica about asshole-in-previous-post. I'm a very petty person, and that guy is totally going into my blacklist. I hate people who make comments, which add fuel to fire. I'm gonna complain to Kaiyuan and Chixiong too. I DON'T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remember that day met up with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. There's a freaking huge ant crawling on my laptop screen right now, and it's irritating me!)&lt;br /&gt;Then Yijie commented to me &lt;em&gt;Valerie, you remind me of my junior. I told her that she's slim but .......... &lt;/em&gt;Well, just like that radio station Gold90.5 (or is it 93.8?), I only hear the good stuff. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yijie, I BEG YOU NOT TO COMPLETE THE SENTENCE AT TAGBOARD. =))))&lt;br /&gt;I'll treat you to one australia chocolate =D hahah stingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people really have no backbone and just had to lean onto the poles in the MRT/bus. I don't really care if there's not much people but when there're people trying to hold onto the pole so that they can balance, why do some idiots still have to lean? CAN'T YOU HOLD!?&lt;br /&gt;Was travelling to school today and it was crowded. Then this guy came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;OII YOU. MAN IN ORANGE. HEIGHT ABOUT 175, WEIGHT AT LEAST 85KG. BOARDED MRT TOWARDS PASIR RIS AT JURONG EAST AT 7.05AM TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came in. There's this other lady and I holding onto the pole. And he leaned onto the poles. Notice, 'S'. He leaned on TWO! I mean come on, you're so fat and u like people to touch you is it. (I have nothing against fat people. But this guy just pissed me off.) Cos I already purposely put my knuckles out so that he can feel something. But apparently, his skin is too thick to feel and kept fidgetting about, like what? Free massage from my knuckles? I withdrew my hand a few times because it was really disgusting when my hand touched him. I was really touching fats. I'm not being mean, but imagine you, touching fats of a stranger. FATS LEH. It's really gross la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering to custom make a ring with needles.&lt;br /&gt;Commuters who lean on poles, beware of me when I'm around.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;(In case you're that dumb, I was just kidding. I don't have the time and money to custom make a dumb thing like that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-8540937561003020122?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8540937561003020122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=8540937561003020122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/8540937561003020122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/8540937561003020122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-totally-complaining-to-jessica-about.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-2411058175358742913</id><published>2009-10-22T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T01:08:30.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The following content in red are only for people who understands me.&lt;br /&gt;But if you're those who dont, that means u're rolling your eyes as u read it, which I seriously don't care if you do, because if I do, I wouldnt have posted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was so pissed just now. He really hit my limit. Know those games at carnivals, where u use a hammer and hit, then some little thing will shoot up and hit the bell? Yup, my friend almost jackpot-ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hate people who interfere into times when others are arguing, when it's really none of their business. And that's exactly what happened just now. You didnt joke to calm the atmosphere, you didnt say &lt;em&gt;Hey, come on. Let's enjoy this moment.&lt;/em&gt; Neither did u tell us a retarded comment of asking us to&lt;em&gt; calm down&lt;/em&gt;. All of which, I can still accept. But what you said was really redundant and shows that you clearly have no logic in your arguments, and every girls agree with me too. Believe it or not. He said &lt;em&gt;both of you are childish and I am just pissed listening to both of you making a fuss over such small matters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. I don't care if you're pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. It seems like you're trying to make the atmosphere worse, which didnt happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. We didnt say we were pissed at you when you just couldn't stop grumbling and making such a huge fuss over your BEEF COMBO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obvious enough who I was talking about? I don't care if you know my blog. You seriously irritated me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When it's a step away to my limit, that's when I'll keep quiet. Move more, and I'll explode. The rest saw me staring, and I kept quiet. Not because you haven reach my limit, you did. But I was telling myself to hold back. Why? I was on the verge of standing up, shout at you SHUT THE FK UP and walk away. On account of others' birthday, I tolerated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know if you didnt know what to reply or you saw how furious I was. But if you don't dare to reply, dont be such a big mouth in the first place and end up being such a humji. And then again, you should not argue back. I'd have screamed at you. What does this mean? You shouldn't even talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Initially, all the girls were thinking that you just speak with no sense, no logic. I thought the same way too, but I tried to change my thinking and talk to you. You were slowly changing my mind and I thought you're quite alright to talk to. Then today, you proved me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so much better after letting it all out! Peilun just talked to me and begged me not to reveal his weak points. HAHA. Alright, he didnt beg me. He told me. I was stunned though when he told Youcheng we were having couple meal at Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed everyone else's company besides people-who-gives-stupid-comments. Chixiong said I was quiet today. I'm sure he totally missed my company. Serves you right! Who told you to sit so far away from me!? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that I have quite strong intuition?&lt;br /&gt;To this someone else, please dont tell me or ask me anything that will hurt the friendship. The friendship now is alright to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I ask myself, why isn't it xxx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-2411058175358742913?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2411058175358742913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=2411058175358742913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2411058175358742913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2411058175358742913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/following-content-in-red-are-only-for.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-8961853680282229533</id><published>2009-10-20T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:57:39.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/St3Sb9A9ALI/AAAAAAAABJo/agdV1_MbWXQ/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394699306336583858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/St3Sb9A9ALI/AAAAAAAABJo/agdV1_MbWXQ/s400/page.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Khaienn just sent me the these photos yesterday (except the class tee), which I totally couldn't recall of me taking that photo before. LOL. I miss the class, my hockey team (not so sure about the guys though) and the academic level at where I can still grasp the concepts. I look weird here, but that's the only photo I took, so I can't be bothered. I can't possibly go back to school, wear the attire just to take a freaking nice photo right. That's ridiculously dumb. Plus, I'm sure they've taken off our designs already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Matias at my gem lect today!! HAHA. I just realised recently and I was telling Melissa that he looks decently cute, in the sense that, seems easy to bully. =D I hope he doesnt see this. And I keep seeing that retard/Voldemort lately!!!! LIKE EVERYDAY CAN. How suckier can my life get. But the number of coincidental meets is getting strange. I don't see my other friends that often, how come I see this retard so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my blog has become a destress blog for my friends. I don't know where's the destress part though. LOOK &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ZHIHAN&lt;/span&gt;! I MENTIONED YOUR NAME! HAPPY AND FLABBERGASTED RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on my first date with Peilun tomorrow! Can't hide my excitement!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right. all of u were thinking I'll say that right. Oh pleaseeeeee. We're just meeting for serious matters. To get serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people can just be so lame and do spastic stuff. It's not really my problem, but you just made yourself look stupid. Anonymous, or not. It's all about conscience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-8961853680282229533?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8961853680282229533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=8961853680282229533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/8961853680282229533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/8961853680282229533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/khaienn-just-sent-me-these-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/St3Sb9A9ALI/AAAAAAAABJo/agdV1_MbWXQ/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-84908812180394169</id><published>2009-10-19T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:44:27.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sis just received a package that's almost the size of an A4 and I thought she bought clothes. Then she said it's eye masks. So I replied, &lt;em&gt;What do you have? Giraffe eyes?&lt;/em&gt; It's so huge la, then she say eye masks. Turns out to have facial masks too. Lol. That explains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think NKL is in a really good mood today. Cracking so many lame jokes during Linear Algebra lecture. But sometimes, I think Linear Algebra drives people crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NKL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who studies Sociology, studies the society. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't look at the midterm answers and say &lt;em&gt;OH I KNOW HOW TO DO.&lt;/em&gt; No, you dont know how to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do we multiply matrix that's to the power of n? Use a pen and paper and write it out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Victor Tan:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He couldn't spell TOMORROW. It went from &lt;em&gt;is it double m?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;single r? double r?&lt;/em&gt; etcetc. He ended up writing 2mr. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, people are asking me dumb questions like, when is our chalet huh? (from my jc) Why is it a dumb question? Because everything is already written down in FB. It clearly shows that they didnt read. Since they didnt read, I shall not entertain their questions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-84908812180394169?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/84908812180394169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=84908812180394169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/84908812180394169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/84908812180394169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-sis-just-received-package-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-1072293819589673321</id><published>2009-10-18T15:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:40:43.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Edited 1.34am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Decided to be a nice sister. And just let her off with a warning. Please blog whole story, and dont treat us like the evil ones. You're not Cinderella either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to type out the whole chunk. But I was explaining to Youcheng about my 5 supposedly camps, which I ended up only turning up for one. I realised how cool it sounded, but retarded when I only went for one. They must be really happy that the camp I turned up for is SOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;actually that time, in nus i supposed to have 4 camps. ended up only went for 1. LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and i have my sec sch gg camp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but csc and sports camp clashed. i supposed to have my friend, another valerie, to go sports camp with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so i rejected csc camp. =PPPPPPPPPPP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ended up, that valerie went smu too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then i didnt go sports camp cos my piano exam fell in between during the camp. so i cant go. need the days to practice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i signed up for scamp initially, but it clashed with my sec sch gg camp. and im in the organising committee for my gg camp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so i have to forsake scamp. ended up cos of h1n1, my gg camp was cancelled&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What a twist of events right. I sound so cool. =D And I'm gleeing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be chionging linear algebra tutorial and ended up here. -.- I only did 2 qns and it's 1.40am now. SHYT. I have driving tmr. And I'm typing like freaking fast right now. I think I can totally join the typing competition and probably leave the place with a prize or something. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda freaked me out when KY mentioned He-who-shall-not-be-named, and I thought he reads my blog. Turns out, he just thought of that name himself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Im stunned. Right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-1072293819589673321?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1072293819589673321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=1072293819589673321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1072293819589673321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1072293819589673321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-1256681584608944054</id><published>2009-10-17T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T12:08:35.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Stl3naUKHSI/AAAAAAAABJg/1nN3hINpGTo/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393473547715353890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Stl3naUKHSI/AAAAAAAABJg/1nN3hINpGTo/s400/DSC00292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sis bought that for me.&lt;br /&gt;She called me out of nowhere and asked me to choose a cartoon to make this. Like how I know what cartoon to choose! It's cute alright, but totally not my style. I mean, this rabbit is so NOT me. But thanks anw sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgosh. I just watched videos produced by MJC maths dept. So funny la. I'm so gonna ask yinglin about it on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw yesterday, I was kinda stunned when boonkiat talked to me online cos my mood was rather bad last night. But thanks alot. =) And some other friends too. Just that boonkiat's was the most shocking one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Edited 12am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Girls, I changed the music. Remember?? The umbrella and the torchlight! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-1256681584608944054?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1256681584608944054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=1256681584608944054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1256681584608944054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1256681584608944054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-sis-bought-that-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Stl3naUKHSI/AAAAAAAABJg/1nN3hINpGTo/s72-c/DSC00292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-8936055168798854412</id><published>2009-10-16T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:06:08.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know when you'll see this, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PEILUN.&lt;/span&gt; CONCENTRATE ON YOUR GEM LECT. READING MY BLOG DURING LECT RIGHT. I HAVE MY SPY TO TELL ME OKAY. I KNOW U'RE BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Melissa and I were talking about you-know-who then we suddenly spotted him nearby. If he heard what we said, it'll be soooooo embarrassing! omgosh can. totally stunned. But I'm beginning to think that I'm mean, I think I'll talk to him soon. But hopefully, he won't think too much. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3hours and counting. You're dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so excited when I used Essential free sample and thought my hair smell real good and got Mum to smell it. Her reaction: okay la. Mood dampened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even worse mood-dampen-er:&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't complain because I'm the only one living at the West and the rest stay relatively near to each other. But it really really sucks to the core when they stay near each other, and they choose place near to their homes 9 out of 10 times too. It's far from my house and I have to travel the long distance ALL BY MYSELF. I think could be hormones acting up, but the thoughts is making me cry. I have to alight at Outram, and then it's lone time all the way home. See ar. It's near and have company VS far and no company. Can u see how sad I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda obvious which group of friends I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;I know you people read my blog. But I'm not afraid to say out my feelings. Discuss if you wish, it's MY blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss s23's company home. I think unless anything important, I'm gonna stay home more often now. s23, please please ask me out more often. I need life, and your company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying to lx right now. And he's so nice, offered to go shopping with me if I want to. And he says he can train at the meantime, which I dont understand what he mean by he can train. Thanks for the offer, but I'll prefer to shop with a girl. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-8936055168798854412?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8936055168798854412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=8936055168798854412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/8936055168798854412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/8936055168798854412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know-when-youll-see-this-but.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-8674898952323666313</id><published>2009-10-14T17:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:27:57.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post of addressing my fellow Maths-Majors friends is being pushed out of the page by this post. Maybe I'll repost that when finals' coming. I'm pretty sure there'll be people who google that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to post some pictures, but no new pictures.&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS CAN WE TAKE SOME PHOTOS ON THE 31ST?? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to SMU's Bazaar to set up a stall on the 31st, so please come and support.&lt;br /&gt;SMU=) lol.&lt;br /&gt;If any SMU students come here, I'm sure they'll wanna slap me for the "=)" and have a cynical smile. No idea if i describe the image in my mind correctly, but yea, Khaienn's gonna have that reaction and type :/ to me if I'm online, which puzzles me what's with her common usage of that face lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea if any Mario will see this, but I'm being driven nuts by some of them. Alvin (MELISSA YOUR DEAR SP) asked me to join Yicheng's birthday celebration on Friday organised by Mario. Like HUH? I barely know anyone in Mario.&lt;br /&gt;His reason: I'm Yicheng's sp.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, yicheng is just the stand-in sp. I'm not exactly his sp, you know. We're not even talking to each other now, you're acting like we're suspicious. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn lizard, keeps talking about HE-WHO-SHALL-NOT-BE-NAMED yesterday when we were celebrating Weijun's bday. As Melissa named, he shall be called Voldemort from now on. I'm dead serious about that name. My dear Chixiong, not everyone knows what happened alright! (YIKES. WHY IS VOLDEMORT STARTING WITH 'V' too) But anw, I think I'm kinda mean to him. I hate being ignored too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Went to FarEast's Korean restaurant on Sunday. Btw Yijie, u're attracting tikos. HAHA and we headed off to Ion after that, which I've not gone yet. I seriously had no life since uni started. We went to look at phones. I'm eyeing N97 mini, but Yinglin's suggested Blackberry. HAIYA. Aquarius is indecisive, so true. On the way home, saw so many of *** and they seriously can't keep their eyes to themselves. They looked at everyone who steps into the train, and there was this particular horny shyt who kept looking at YJ, CL &amp;amp; I. And he was wearing pink and stood in a flirty manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy in a wheelchair nearby. Singaporeans will look for a while (some retarded busybodies will stare) BUT this whole group of *** were staring at that guy the whole time! The sight is such a joke, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHOLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; group stared. But they're freaking rude. Didnt their parents teach them that it's not good to stare? SERIOUSLY, SEE WHAT SEE. They totally hijacked the whole train that time. And Kaiyuan just had to tell me that they alight at the some stop as me. Thanks. Called Weichuan if he could come to the bus stop to fetch me, then I remembered, he just booked in -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-8674898952323666313?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8674898952323666313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=8674898952323666313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/8674898952323666313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/8674898952323666313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-5761342402933585531</id><published>2009-10-12T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:01:11.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanted to talk about meeting you girls yesterday, but shall do that another day. Not in the mood now. I wanna talk about it in a happier mood. No pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it today, and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could just laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I came home, I realised I couldn't. Disappointment was that huge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-5761342402933585531?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5761342402933585531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=5761342402933585531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5761342402933585531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5761342402933585531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/wanted-to-talk-about-meeting-you-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-2683954560872240950</id><published>2009-10-10T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:26:51.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all, I'd like to apologise to &lt;strong&gt;Wanping&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Khaienn&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Weichuan&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Seb&lt;/strong&gt; for ps-ing u guys today! SO SORRY! I ended my dinner late at bishan, and it was quite meaningless for me to go bukittimah for a while and rush home again since I have a stats assignment to complete. SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ss9naFWs6lI/AAAAAAAABJQ/LOtuP5HUTkI/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390640976797428306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 448px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 438px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ss9naFWs6lI/AAAAAAAABJQ/LOtuP5HUTkI/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's my 2megapixel phone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Kaiyuan and Chixiong to accompany me to look at phones after dinner. I was wondering, should I get N97 or X1? X2's not out, and I cant wait for the price to drop. I'm not rich enough. But I've done the comparison or X1 and X2, seems like X1 is missing out on lots of features. At a loss. Asked them about iPhone too, but they said they heard many bad reviews. Sharon suggested LG Crystal Phone. WHAT SHOULD I GET!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way home, Chixiong took the dont-know-what-line to get back to his drain-sounding home. Kaiyuan and I took the train directed to JE. And we were just discussing how old do I look like. At the mall, these 2 retards kept making me try to get into those kids ride thing. There was this certain one that has a cover, which I insisted that I couldnt get in. Both of them tried and couldnt get in. So yea, I tried, and I could -.- They said I look like 12 years old!!!!! Walao, I dont exactly consider that a compliment. Then at the station while waiting for our train to arrive, an auntie approached Kaiyuan and I. (Note, we're still having the debate that I look like 12years old which I totally disagree.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;XIAO MEI MEI AR. How to go Bugis&lt;/em&gt; (translate it into chinese)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I totally stunned. After we gave her directions, Kaiyuan was laughing so badly. Crap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got back my MA1102R paper back today, thought I'll fail. But I didnt. Although I passed, the result is disappointing. Really. I hate myself for being so stupid sometimes, or everytime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been frustrated these days. My good friends know why. You people are honoured, arent you. Initially, only Kaiyuan, Mel &amp;amp; Youcheng knows. Then Chixiong found out today too. I didnt wanna let too many people know, cos I dont consider it an honorable matter. But then, I've decided to tell all my other good friends, to show how disgusting &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt; is. Even Chixiong also thinks IT is too fierce. I hate it when people act like they know me for ages, but I treat them as strangers. Get your position right. Seems like IT got the message. HURRAY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The transition was funny today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to school with Kaiyuan. We were waiting for each other at the ends of the station. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Passed to Youcheng to teach me Maths. Ass, he got 63. Not /100 mind you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Peilun came to accompany me while YC left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wanping came to find me from library. Peilun took off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melissa reached school. Left with her for tutorial.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ss9t-Juer3I/AAAAAAAABJY/P2sbGraeR9s/s1600-h/Untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390648193515958130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ss9t-Juer3I/AAAAAAAABJY/P2sbGraeR9s/s400/Untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what you get from me when you upset me. BACK OFF MAN. FREAKING PISS ME OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-2683954560872240950?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2683954560872240950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=2683954560872240950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2683954560872240950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2683954560872240950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-of-all-id-like-to-apologise-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ss9naFWs6lI/AAAAAAAABJQ/LOtuP5HUTkI/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-4014078218088697512</id><published>2009-10-06T13:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:45:26.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsrRMmOAgtI/AAAAAAAABJI/_jspdV3ELXE/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389349918450156242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsrRMmOAgtI/AAAAAAAABJI/_jspdV3ELXE/s400/IMG_0253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this dress is so nice from the front....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsrRMOMqOgI/AAAAAAAABJA/J9pI-Pu5Y-c/s1600-h/IMG_0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389349912002050562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsrRMOMqOgI/AAAAAAAABJA/J9pI-Pu5Y-c/s400/IMG_0255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....so disappointing from the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharon (my ex-colleague) wanted to get this dress too. But after I showed her my reviews, she decided not to. Lol. Cos it makes the person look pregnant. But I dont care, cos I think the dress is nice. I showed the side picture to kaiyuan and he thinks it's alright. Unlike YOU, who thought that it was my tummy who caused the dress to look pregnant. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally cannot believe the topic Kaiyuan and I are chatting about now. It's so related to girls. Haha. He was stunned for a moment, but still chatted with me about it. HAHA freaking funny to mention it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Edited 12.38am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodluck to Kaiyuan and Chixiong for their paper later. No idea what paper is it. But just in case, goodluck to Ryan and Weijun too =) oh and FangFang. I'm such a bitch. Someone's name is missing here, isn't it? Piss me off, I blacklist you =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to make an effort to talk to you, try to open you up, get close to everyone else. And your reply is, Singaporeans. Thanks alot huh. Don't expect me to love you since then. &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/128817706091333831-4014078218088697512?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4014078218088697512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=4014078218088697512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4014078218088697512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4014078218088697512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-dress-is-so-nice-from-front.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsrRMmOAgtI/AAAAAAAABJI/_jspdV3ELXE/s72-c/IMG_0253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-8039772177649150631</id><published>2009-10-03T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:52:48.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They say a picture says a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;So I've said 6000? Wow, that's some long essay. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ssd1uqraOuI/AAAAAAAABI4/X_OZvhc2Mbc/s1600-h/IMG_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388404923762883298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ssd1uqraOuI/AAAAAAAABI4/X_OZvhc2Mbc/s400/IMG_0243.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was such a coincidence that both Elis and I wore jumper today! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ssd1UvPuTlI/AAAAAAAABIw/Ohz5ze-Ito0/s1600-h/IMG_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388404478312336978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ssd1UvPuTlI/AAAAAAAABIw/Ohz5ze-Ito0/s400/IMG_0231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were trying freaking hard to squeeze our faces together. Weird concept for a picture, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ssd1UOjXRII/AAAAAAAABIo/zQbGNb0B9Ts/s1600-h/IMG_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388404469536343170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ssd1UOjXRII/AAAAAAAABIo/zQbGNb0B9Ts/s400/IMG_0224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We never fail to take a picture with distorted expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ssd1ThtEfbI/AAAAAAAABIg/sM3vqixYsFE/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388404457497460146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ssd1ThtEfbI/AAAAAAAABIg/sM3vqixYsFE/s400/IMG_0217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My grandpa is just so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ssd1TDbJxsI/AAAAAAAABIY/uPQ4n7cEEq8/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388404449369245378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ssd1TDbJxsI/AAAAAAAABIY/uPQ4n7cEEq8/s400/IMG_0207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ssd1SkQVIJI/AAAAAAAABIQ/typ4DO3tsbg/s1600-h/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388404441002352786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ssd1SkQVIJI/AAAAAAAABIQ/typ4DO3tsbg/s400/IMG_0201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I did today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is making me more and more confused. I seriously have no idea what's it between us now. We're getting closer. Shyt. Confusing, is disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yinglin was in a very good mood yesterday and started saying lots of funny stuff. I told him about Xiangna having cblc celebration. And he was like, &lt;em&gt;cblc celebrate what? celebrate that the printing went well or that the computers have no virus??&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA. Amy, Melissa, Jessica and I were tickled. And he was narrating this video he saw of a japanese game show, about mri. Going off to watch it now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been slacking the whole day, and I'm lovin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/128817706091333831-8039772177649150631?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8039772177649150631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=8039772177649150631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/8039772177649150631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/8039772177649150631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/they-say-picture-says-thousand-words.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Ssd1uqraOuI/AAAAAAAABI4/X_OZvhc2Mbc/s72-c/IMG_0243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-4499076181030473195</id><published>2009-10-03T01:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:39:10.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsY1yqLkNiI/AAAAAAAABIA/mpLkISOJT6w/s1600-h/img013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388053148627908130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsY1yqLkNiI/AAAAAAAABIA/mpLkISOJT6w/s400/img013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was at SMU. Hahaha. SMU sounds sensitive. Anyway, Darren must be feeling real blissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsY1yF4ksmI/AAAAAAAABH4/3Ew3C_naixc/s1600-h/2008o1f2+banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388053138884571746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsY1yF4ksmI/AAAAAAAABH4/3Ew3C_naixc/s400/2008o1f2+banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsY1x_OMHII/AAAAAAAABHw/G75kU4cumHI/s1600-h/2008o1f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388053137096187010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsY1x_OMHII/AAAAAAAABHw/G75kU4cumHI/s400/2008o1f2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JJC Orientation Camp 1 2008. That was our family banner. And this was done for our family video. Don't know used how many lightsticks for this. Was supposed to have a picture with all of us in it too, but whoever had that picture didnt send out! =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I wonder how can someone be so thickskinned and shameless enough to get into a clique, when he/she is not part of it initially, neither was he/she meant to be part of it. And I think I know which dumb idiot invited him/her. The disgusting part is he/she shamelessly agreed. THIS IS STUPID. SERIOUSLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, midterms is over. Not gonna think of it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was walking back home from the 99busstop. Then I felt so alone. For those moments, I miss going home with Weichuan. Thank goodness he doesnt know the existence of this blog. Or I'll start hearing him boasting about himself, blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier note, after school today, went for dinner with Chixiong, Kaiyuan, Ryan &amp;amp; Jessica. And super nice, we went to JP!!! Like for once, it's near my home. Then after dinner, my own trip home wont be so sad. Ryan left early. After dinner, the 4 of us went to get donuts and ate some. When Kaiyuan and Chixiong finished 2 donuts, I was still midway of my first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slow and steady wins the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Throughout the whole night, they just keep shooting me leh. Whack them ar. And wonder if Kaiyuan is straight? LOL. He'll totally slap me if he sees this. But then again, would he dare??? =) I think he's more feminine than me la. Maybe he can tutor me in how to behave more like a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsbGzd0jhrI/AAAAAAAABII/5EFB0v57Ghw/s1600-h/classoutingdiscuss3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388212591676065458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsbGzd0jhrI/AAAAAAAABII/5EFB0v57Ghw/s400/classoutingdiscuss3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I saw what Stella said, I just wanted to break down and cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-4499076181030473195?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4499076181030473195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=4499076181030473195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4499076181030473195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4499076181030473195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-was-at-smu.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsY1yqLkNiI/AAAAAAAABIA/mpLkISOJT6w/s72-c/img013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-7115407930284040840</id><published>2009-10-01T23:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:00:16.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think the tagboard will be spam by me later on.&lt;br /&gt;Cos my tag just wont be posted. And I kept on trying, like 7,8 times. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll reply &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yijie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;U'RE SUCH A SLUT. hahahahah. i dont wanna turn into a bimbo!!! =( although bimbo is supposed to be pretty, but that's not the point. and, have u decided where to go for your birthday??? chailing's suggesting korean food, u love it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm given the permission to post this by youcheng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's one of the smartest people I've ever met. He can do 99.99999% of all the maths questions. But today, during MA1101R Practice Session 5, Melissa and I heard the weirdest remark from him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I forgot how to find the inverse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that's for a 2x2 matrix. Melissa and I just burst into laughter. Oh my. Smart people really cannot calculate simple maths. That goes the same for you too, dear khaienn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. Cheong Pei Lun, dont look at my blog in school. Stalking uh. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-7115407930284040840?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7115407930284040840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=7115407930284040840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7115407930284040840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7115407930284040840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-tagboard-will-be-spam-by-me.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-7460479719496480428</id><published>2009-10-01T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:06:14.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my. I have to say this! I'm trying to prove the happiness through the font colour. Then i clicked at the colours icon, and I was stuck. I don't know what is a happy colour. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Assume this is a happy colour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today I went for driving. And for the rare times, I got a young driving instructor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And for the first time, the driving instructor looks so cute. I sound like a freaking bimbo right now. Then it rained. And we shared an umbrella! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hope he doesnt google MA1100 helpsheet. Or he'll know this -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-7460479719496480428?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7460479719496480428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=7460479719496480428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7460479719496480428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7460479719496480428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-6374599855249152838</id><published>2009-09-30T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:59:01.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsNvtIIo_LI/AAAAAAAABHg/iElSocXjaqQ/s1600-h/new+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387272400333765810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsNvtIIo_LI/AAAAAAAABHg/iElSocXjaqQ/s400/new+year.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ages ages back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsNv9srSuvI/AAAAAAAABHo/dmnIgioJefw/s1600-h/P15-11-08_21.42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387272685020691186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsNv9srSuvI/AAAAAAAABHo/dmnIgioJefw/s400/P15-11-08_21.42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsNvsdLHKAI/AAAAAAAABHQ/TIWQGU9LAgM/s1600-h/Estee%27s+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387272388801406978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsNvsdLHKAI/AAAAAAAABHQ/TIWQGU9LAgM/s400/Estee%27s+bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was right after SOW. So shag. Wonder if it's obvious. I chiong home, chiong bathe, chiong everything. And I was so disappointed, can't wear nicer. Cos of bloody tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my. Just as I'm blogging, &lt;em&gt;Return of the Condor Heroes&lt;/em&gt; is on tv. Theme song is nice, esp with ZhangYu's voice. If that was him. And it's at episode 22 already.And yangguo's arm is being chopped off today. lol. That's how often I've watched tv since uni started. This sucks. I miss being a slacker. I mean, back in jc and younger, I attempt my homework, with lots of blanks though. But studying was never in my time table, until exam comes. Now, I'm turning into a freaking mugger. Crap la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left MA1100 test on friday. Decided to slack a lil for today, to do calculus tutorial -.- WALAO SOMEONE WHACK ME CAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry melissa. U've been asking me to join you in Project Angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But really, as much as I want to help others, I can't. I really dont think i can survive in that environment for that long. If anyone thinks I'm selfish, then so be it. I don't think it's right of me to go, and whine like a bitch over there. I'll just be a pain in the ass and irritate everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As expected. Linear Algebra killed me too. It's bad enough I don't know how to do some questions, then I didn't have enough time too. Econs is mcq, but I can't do it either. Like stunned at so many questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for my december holiday. I'll go out EVERYDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)))))))))))((((((((((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half happy. Half upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. Dear friends, please support my friend, Valerie Low For TheNewPaperNewFace okay??? =DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Send to 77877: TNPNF (space)07(space)Your NRIC(space)Your Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something cool, we're born on the same day too. =)&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/128817706091333831-6374599855249152838?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6374599855249152838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=6374599855249152838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6374599855249152838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6374599855249152838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/09/ages-ages-back.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SsNvtIIo_LI/AAAAAAAABHg/iElSocXjaqQ/s72-c/new+year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-7130556206457737392</id><published>2009-09-30T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:05:02.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is how I feel after today's calculus paper, my first official NUS paper besides QET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teynonaelotredluohsadeenuoy erofebylenolosleefrevenyllautcasahenoynatubcitamardsdnuossiht&lt;br /&gt;ehtniemohyawymno troppusadeenyllaeriesuaceb wontsujtlefiwohyltcaxesawtahtdnaenonsawereht&lt;br /&gt;tlefrevenevahi sraetniemohdeklawipotsymtadethgilayllanifinehwdnasraetfoegrevehtnosawisub&lt;br /&gt;ynamosodtndluoci flesymnidetnioppasidyletelpmocosmai shtamtcejbustsebymroferofebysuolos&lt;br /&gt;flesymfonoitatcepxeniatrecaevahisunfotuodekciktegyamitahtsedisebdnasnoitseuq&lt;br /&gt;detnioppasidylrettu wonktnowmumymtahtosteliotehtnideircdnaemohemaci&lt;br /&gt;(If you can figure it out, then good for you. But what's the point. I'm just ranting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yijie taught us this before: FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are red and sore.&lt;br /&gt;Am upset. But I got to talk to someone to cheer me up =)&lt;br /&gt;Once again, please don't anyhow guess who is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-7130556206457737392?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7130556206457737392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=7130556206457737392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7130556206457737392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7130556206457737392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-how-i-feel-after-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-8079858759809783119</id><published>2009-09-28T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:47:51.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO Stranger! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me guess, you're from NUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're majoring in Maths/Applied Maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're most probably a Year1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have a lecturer call Victor Tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's the lecturer for MA1100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You were searching for the helpsheet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why I know? I'm spying on you, and most importantly, I'm PSYCHIC.&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, dont waste your name here. I'm no senior and u won't find any MA1100 helpsheet here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Firstly, I'd like to thank &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAN ZHI HAN&lt;/span&gt; for being a loudspeaker and broadcast my blog. I've tried it, my blog was indeed the first link when I googled &lt;em&gt;MA1100 helpsheet&lt;/em&gt;. Now, stop spreading around. Thank u. On my FB, it's for my secondary school friends because this is a (supposedly) joint blog between my sec sch friends and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; COMMANDO PEILUN&lt;/span&gt;, don't u dare remove the bookmark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOUCHENG&lt;/span&gt;, am I that stupid!? What let me be happy for a while for my practice session 4. I'm upset. Just realised it when I got home, super lag time, I know. Told you I pms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can't wait for this damn week to be freaking over, and I can have a good family dinner at a super lousy IMM. Hope the dress arrives on time, so that I may have a chance to wear that on Sat. I multitask okay. As I print the damn notes, I online shop at the same time. This is, efficiency. Lol. I'm so lousy at self-consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, shall get back to Calculus. Wish me LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of luck, seriously need it. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Girls, it's 11Oct. Yijie, please choose a nice place to go. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-8079858759809783119?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/8079858759809783119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=8079858759809783119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/8079858759809783119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/8079858759809783119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-stranger-let-me-guess-youre-from.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-2393608042925126868</id><published>2009-09-27T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:55:56.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sr9a-rVrd-I/AAAAAAAABHI/gLcBWcqVcmY/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386123712190445538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sr9a-rVrd-I/AAAAAAAABHI/gLcBWcqVcmY/s400/DSC00277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sr9a-KBJxZI/AAAAAAAABHA/NAEn5iWwuvo/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 59px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386123703245981074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sr9a-KBJxZI/AAAAAAAABHA/NAEn5iWwuvo/s400/DSC00278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sr9a9uG4bdI/AAAAAAAABG4/xY-IWZgyQSU/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 36px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386123695753817554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sr9a9uG4bdI/AAAAAAAABG4/xY-IWZgyQSU/s400/DSC00279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maths&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Linear Span&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Midterms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stupidity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kaiyuan saying that he pities my future bf (indicating that I'll be a lousy gf)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;....andeverythingelsethatupsetsme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;the letter from CLEO totally made my day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/128817706091333831-2393608042925126868?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2393608042925126868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=2393608042925126868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2393608042925126868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2393608042925126868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/09/besides-maths-linear-span-midterms.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sr9a-rVrd-I/AAAAAAAABHI/gLcBWcqVcmY/s72-c/DSC00277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-5063269292970637729</id><published>2009-09-26T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:01:31.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Limits is officially driving everyone crazy. Limits, is PART of Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep coming up with new theories for limits.&lt;br /&gt;Mel's SP, Alvin, was talking about how his limit tends to 0 as knowledge input tends to infinity.&lt;br /&gt;Now, Kaiyuan talks about how limit of efficiency tends to infinity as due date tends to 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world of friends is going mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-5063269292970637729?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/5063269292970637729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=5063269292970637729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5063269292970637729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/5063269292970637729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/09/limits-is-officially-driving-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-3722509926755226134</id><published>2009-09-05T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:23:15.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SqH9th4l_CI/AAAAAAAABDA/GRjyftXprEE/s1600-h/Valerie+Tan+1st+from+the+left+of+the+first+row.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377858388688763938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SqH9th4l_CI/AAAAAAAABDA/GRjyftXprEE/s400/Valerie+Tan+1st+from+the+left+of+the+first+row.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SqH9tKVbPkI/AAAAAAAABC4/54JNSdKSv64/s1600-h/4229_121686415728_557660728_3183002_5539163_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377858382367243842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SqH9tKVbPkI/AAAAAAAABC4/54JNSdKSv64/s400/4229_121686415728_557660728_3183002_5539163_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NUMBER14 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SqH9sxAGYxI/AAAAAAAABCw/YqjAozUtN-I/s1600-h/4229_121686410728_557660728_3183001_338219_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377858375566910226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SqH9sxAGYxI/AAAAAAAABCw/YqjAozUtN-I/s400/4229_121686410728_557660728_3183001_338219_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us, our juniors and our-juniors-who-think-we-are-racists-when-coach-was-the-one-who-picked-the-people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If u arent afraid to say us, neither am I afraid to say it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nostalgia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably end up with no cca at nus. I can't find anything I like. I wanna be in a fun cca, which I tend to look at sports. BUT being in hockey before, I dont wanna go back to sports cca because trainings are a dread. AND I dont wanna join another sports cca, feels weird to be in a whole new different cca with a whole new different team. Looking at trainings just remind me of hockey trainings then. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched a movie with my og last night, picked by youcheng. someone please explain to me again why he picked this movie! LOL. At the starting of the movie, Shuling, Jessica and I just couldn't stop laughing. Because of the kissing scene. The guys in front were engrossed in it. Youcheng and Melissa were sitting BESIDE each other. Imagine their awkwardness!!!!! HAHAHA. It was such a waste that Kaiyuan and Shuling weren't sitting beside each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played pool. Chixiong is like PRO. Although he looks like a father. I didn't see ZhiHan &amp;amp; Commando playing. Lizard, YouCheng &amp;amp; STUPID Kaiyuan (look below) taught me pool, which was like torture for me. To get back, they agree to learn hockey from me someday. The guys have seen almost all the girls' ic except mine, because I refuse to show them. When I showed the other girls, they were like "OMGOSH SO DIFFERENT" and yea, they wouldn't show it too if they were me. So I had a bet with the guys, whoever could finish 15plates of rice, with dishes, gets to see my ic. Whoever see my ic already, will laugh at me forever. That bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaiyuan offended me, wonder if his past relationships were with a girl. He totally doesnt understand us girls at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He said something that made me freak out. I'm fatter than I thought I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He said I'm shorter than Melissa. Not the short part. But I'm actually taller. By proportionality, it means I'm fatter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He said I have eyebags in front of everyone, like midway when I was talking to lizard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said everything he shouldnt have, to a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pissed with him. I shall see how he redeems himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizard and Kaiyuan, dont be dumb. I said it's sad that the guy died and he can't accompany the lady much. He only returns once in a while, and always to different times, each time lasting from few seconds to few minutes only. How does this prove that my future boyfriend is gonna be in trouble. You're telling me you spent few seconds to few minutes with your girlfriends each time too!? I "tattoo" retards like both of you only =)&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/128817706091333831-3722509926755226134?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3722509926755226134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=3722509926755226134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3722509926755226134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3722509926755226134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/09/number14-us-our-juniors-and-our-juniors.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SqH9th4l_CI/AAAAAAAABDA/GRjyftXprEE/s72-c/Valerie+Tan+1st+from+the+left+of+the+first+row.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-2912401199022364036</id><published>2009-08-25T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:22:45.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to Melissa. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 3 per sem is NOT 3percent&lt;br /&gt;2. ni yi wei is NOT li wei&lt;br /&gt;3. For linear algebra, dont need to do the whole exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, u gave me a topic to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop trying to guess who's the guy. consider if u know him anot first. hahaha. and i repeat, HE(the guy u guessed) belongs to someone already! cannot say who ar, later he know we talking about him. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-2912401199022364036?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/2912401199022364036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=2912401199022364036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2912401199022364036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/2912401199022364036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-post-is-dedicated-to-melissa.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-7991094323907713891</id><published>2009-08-24T00:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:02:48.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SpFrala7pZI/AAAAAAAABCY/8p3G4-7U_xc/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373193934895555986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SpFrala7pZI/AAAAAAAABCY/8p3G4-7U_xc/s400/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm such a klutz. Toe was due to sentosa's sand, back was due to heels, middle was when I was going towards this guy for donation, I scratched my feet against the floor. How sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SpFraFLrjHI/AAAAAAAABCQ/tWPwaUnL3sE/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373193926241651826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SpFraFLrjHI/AAAAAAAABCQ/tWPwaUnL3sE/s400/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my first time wearing mask. Ha. During the period of H1N1 when it was freaking everybody out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was supposed to be chionging tutorials today, but end up, still half not done. The tutorial I have really completed myself is Econs, which is MCQ mostly. For linear algebra, youcheng actl told me all the answers. IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF, THANK YOU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is the first week of tutorial. Wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had 07s23 outing yesterday, though only 8 turned up. The guys laughed at me that I always get injured whenever I cycle. And, they're planning a night cycling trip for the class. Looking forward to it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SpFslpWQv_I/AAAAAAAABCo/LLlOMgEmDdA/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373195224439898098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SpFslpWQv_I/AAAAAAAABCo/LLlOMgEmDdA/s400/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Singaporeans, please stop laughing at other countries' weird translation anymore. Cos I found this weird translation IN SINGAPORE. I always thought strawberry is CAOMEI. But this place said it's shi-duo-bei-li. Oh well. Can ask me personally where this restaurant is. HA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SpFslC5mMII/AAAAAAAABCg/5gdktWdzj74/s1600-h/IMG_0064+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373195214119121026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SpFslC5mMII/AAAAAAAABCg/5gdktWdzj74/s400/IMG_0064+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/128817706091333831-7991094323907713891?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7991094323907713891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=7991094323907713891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7991094323907713891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7991094323907713891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-such-klutz.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SpFrala7pZI/AAAAAAAABCY/8p3G4-7U_xc/s72-c/DSC00241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-704337358511680080</id><published>2009-08-22T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:27:04.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/So-ARKydfxI/AAAAAAAABCI/dkwETodzBdg/s1600-h/DSC00247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372653912918425362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/So-ARKydfxI/AAAAAAAABCI/dkwETodzBdg/s400/DSC00247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This are the snacks I bring to lecture, and seriously, I still don't think it's enough! But apparently to some people, it's so much it's crazy. Hello, I need to supply the whole group of you. And my jc classmates know that I always bring food to lectures. I'm a mama shop to them. Whenever they're hungry, they always ask me. Most exaggerating was at jerrychai's maths lecture, I brought a BOTTLE of cereals, bread, 2 packets of biscuits. Sweets of course. Is that alot? I don't know. But I must have food with me at lecture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I dont think it's alot. I've seen the food yijie brought to her class, that's like, the whole Giant. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/So-AQv0-SnI/AAAAAAAABCA/31XQwqfxjWI/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372653905681205874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/So-AQv0-SnI/AAAAAAAABCA/31XQwqfxjWI/s400/DSC00233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Korean food. I've always wanted to bring my friends there! But, one thing is it's kinda expensive. So get prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/So-AQIa_ucI/AAAAAAAABB4/-3rFoRGtiD4/s1600-h/Uni+Offers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372653895103265218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/So-AQIa_ucI/AAAAAAAABB4/-3rFoRGtiD4/s400/Uni+Offers2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did I make the wrong decision back then? I'd like to think that it'll probably be the same if I've gone to NTU or SMU. Yeah, keep that thinking in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preparing to go out for jc class outing. Spent 2 hours in dressing up -.- too long didnt dress up, go to school always wear until so casual. Totally wasted time, which could be used doing tutorials, which I hardly touched? TOTALLY SHYT. Tomorrow have to chiong already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/128817706091333831-704337358511680080?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/704337358511680080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=704337358511680080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/704337358511680080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/704337358511680080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-are-snacks-i-bring-to-lecture-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/So-ARKydfxI/AAAAAAAABCI/dkwETodzBdg/s72-c/DSC00247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-3834115481082402317</id><published>2009-08-08T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:49:00.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOW has ended. like, so happy there's no more late sleep early wakes and dirty toilets to bathe in. but so sad that my og cannot sleep together in the same place anymore (LT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite pissed at someone. dont know if she noticed it, but i didnt talk to her after that. I'm not trying to win u at a competition or anything, why the heck are u giving me such selfish replies!? You don't know me well enough yet, so I'll tell u not to piss me off. The sight ain't pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you to read, i'm not naming you, FOR NOW. but you should know im talking about u (unless you're really that slow than that's not my business cos i'll name u later if it continues).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I felt a little giddy during the amazing race. So I suspect my slight fever's back. I still can walk though. But still, it's fever. So i wanna double check with this girl. She touched my forehead and said I didn't have. But she didn't seem like she was sure of her answer so i told her i was a little giddy/dizzy. And she told me &lt;em&gt;if u have a fever, your eyes will be hot&lt;/em&gt;. She said WILL, not MAY. and different people has different symptoms. MY DEAR. I was kinda worried to have a fever cos I'm still at camp with a day to go so I asked you, and if it's fever, I'll try to take more care of myself. then, WTF. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHE TOTALLY IGNORED ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. before that she still tell me that she had a fever the previous day. LIKE HELLO. yours is previous day, mine is CURRENT. retard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morn, i heard her telling dont-know-who that her fever's gone. so u expect people to pay attention to u when u have a fever, and ignore others who have a fever? OH NO WAIT. If u had a fever, that means your eyes were burning?? TOot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original voice is low enough, so I'm super conscious that with a sore throat and cough, my voice will deepened/hoarse. We're really sensitive to our own voices. A huge change in our voice to ourselves is just a minor change in reality. And again I asked the same girl if my voice changed (I'm stupid, i know). And off she goes, &lt;em&gt;No la yours where got change. Mine then changed alot la&lt;/em&gt;. like WTF. Can u stop the hell of comparing!? I'm just asking u, not fighting for a position. I totally have no idea what was she thinking. And plus, yours didnt change alot. In fact, it didnt change at all. U wanna compare right? FINE. I seldom hear u cough during the camp. Wanna compare who coughed more? I'm feeling real childish right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody else from my og reads this and think I'm unreasonable, fierce or whatsoever, I have nothing to say. Because I do have a temper. And you weren't in my position. Dizzy with an ignoring friend. wait, "friend"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's true that you do expect certain looks in your spouse. But when you expect a goodlooking spouse, please think if the opposite party likes u too. and oh, buy a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I have my lovely OG there to bring laughters back to me. Slumber party was cool, but music wasnt enough!! I wanted to dance the night away. But couldnt, cos there was rag day today. Results just gave me an impression HMMMM??? *raised eyebrows*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-3834115481082402317?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3834115481082402317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=3834115481082402317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3834115481082402317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3834115481082402317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/08/sow-has-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-6746320470007622773</id><published>2009-08-05T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:34:56.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SnmWknlTGCI/AAAAAAAABBg/qaV652Za300/s1600-h/5695_110005558822_738358822_2403219_3136409_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366485986833537058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SnmWknlTGCI/AAAAAAAABBg/qaV652Za300/s400/5695_110005558822_738358822_2403219_3136409_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my og. lol the formal looks weird/spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SnmVsmL0HVI/AAAAAAAABBY/4DQXvXmnLEs/s1600-h/6733_111146622006_611442006_2763380_2107405_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366485024385539410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SnmVsmL0HVI/AAAAAAAABBY/4DQXvXmnLEs/s400/6733_111146622006_611442006_2763380_2107405_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FIC, girls. forget about the guys. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omgosh. im super good at stirring. i can stir up real good nonsense. but some people dont even need my help, evidence is clear for all to see. such as Y.M. heh. she's so gonna kill me if she sees this. but i didnt write out your name! and another one is open-circle and forest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets see how it goes from here. wahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SnmVsaVy1WI/AAAAAAAABBQ/SJad42-Dfc8/s1600-h/5695_109003828822_738358822_2385292_1601417_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-6746320470007622773?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6746320470007622773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=6746320470007622773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6746320470007622773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6746320470007622773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-og.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SnmWknlTGCI/AAAAAAAABBg/qaV652Za300/s72-c/5695_110005558822_738358822_2403219_3136409_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-110842198142449287</id><published>2009-07-13T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:14:16.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SloKOlVg-sI/AAAAAAAABBI/vm2mmHK8fCs/s1600-h/yz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357605952367426242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SloKOlVg-sI/AAAAAAAABBI/vm2mmHK8fCs/s400/yz.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. this picture is the classic man. it totally brings out the gayness in yz. If he sees this, he'll probably say &lt;em&gt;Wah, i look so good looking here, unlike you, so fat.&lt;/em&gt; Oh well, I'm used to him calling me fat and ugly. Just the same as me calling him back fat pig, but most of the time, I just laughed as he nicknames me. But I know we're all just joking. Good friends since pri school, arent we, yz. U BETTER NOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched the video I made for the teachers back in 2007. Time flies. How I wish we can go back to those young days. Entering uni to me = getting old. When I was 9, I couldnt wait to enter 1x age. Now 19, I couldnt stand the thought of 2x. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going for sow soon. Hope it's fun, and not too ______ as chailing's friend says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-110842198142449287?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/110842198142449287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=110842198142449287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/110842198142449287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/110842198142449287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahhahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SloKOlVg-sI/AAAAAAAABBI/vm2mmHK8fCs/s72-c/yz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-4762004493233466818</id><published>2009-07-05T02:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:05:21.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, just heard one of the weirdest excuse through isabella that came from jj. (No worries though Isabella, u still tops the list of People with the Lamest Excuses) He asked only LX, KE and Isabella to watch a movie, and cancelled the movie in the end due to bad response. And I was like, bad response? From what? U only called 3 people, and expect what, 10 people to turn up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ, if u just wanna get that girl out (it's either Isabella or KE, guess it yourself), just do it. The other 2 ppl u call will just be extra. Still rmbs the lame "pick-up line" u said to her the moment u came for class dinner "wah, want to poison me ar?" She laughed, and turned back to me as she continued to psycho me to smu. Oops, that was obvious. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, how I heard of the whole thing was weird. Isabella and I were talking about helping me to post something, and she just brought up "if the bastard......" Naturally, I asked who the bastard is, since she just said it without referring to anyone. And she told me the whole story. I'm a very sensitive person, so I'm wondering why is she telling me the whole thing. Understandable that she's pissed, but it totally digressed from our original topic. like really off-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was using my computer in the afternoon, and my mum watch her drama. Then this female character was supposed to have a twin, and when the twin appeared, my mum said &lt;em&gt;wah, they really look alike huh!&lt;/em&gt; and i replied &lt;em&gt;Duh, both charactes were acted by the same person, of course they look identical.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-4762004493233466818?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/4762004493233466818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=4762004493233466818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4762004493233466818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/4762004493233466818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-just-heard-one-of-weirdest-excuse.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-6164617283262120719</id><published>2009-06-20T13:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:09:57.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. If u're trying to persuade someone, use a nice tone. Don't be hostile. U're trying to persuade, not irritate that person. Instead of saying "pls go for the sake of xxx", u shld say more about the person u're trying to persuade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If i say im not going, and u piss me off even more. then the more im not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to have dinner with s23 girls today and it was arranged at holland v (AGAIN FOR UMPTEEN TIMES). this time, dont know how many times already, was to accomodate waifun cos she claims she's busy due to her design course in poly. she says it's the sleepless course in poly. i believe that u're busy. but are u &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; busy that this is only the 2nd time we've met after a's, and both time was to accomodate u by going to hollandv, minutes walk from ur house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If u're already THAT busy in year 1, i wonder what will happen in year 2.&lt;br /&gt;2. U cant blame me for thinking that way. U always claim to be busy. Before A's, we're all playing and u're busy. After A's, we're finally free but u're still busy. We ask u what are u exactly busy with. it''s either no reply, or "I'm just busy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having bad cramps so i dont wanna go. and isabella told me to go for the sake of waifun cos she's always not free. why cant she be the one who shld meet us for the sake of friendship when she's "busy", and i have to go when im sick? it's like u're getting a patient to visit her friends, instead of friends visiting the patients. sinle's in poly too, i dont see the same problem for her. isabella, look up the word 'persuasion' in the dictionary, it doesnt go well with hostile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally understood how my pri sch clique felt. i must be irritating. but the situation differs in that, wf is still close to us. im no longer close to my pri clique, i dont know what to say to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random. my cousin is that benny who's gonna receive a call from that sheng siong show tonight. i dont really care how much he's gonna win, cos like, he's more like a stranger to me. old old cousin, already got 3 daughters. lol. jus feel like mentioning here cos my cousin is gonna win cash from a show, feels shiok. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-6164617283262120719?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6164617283262120719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=6164617283262120719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6164617283262120719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6164617283262120719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-217596946922479744</id><published>2009-06-18T11:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:08:20.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got ps by 3 different ppl. wow thanks. my frens went clubbing without me last night since i just got back from genting. then THIS FREN says she has hangover. yes sure. from what? jolly shandy? well, she said her alcohol tolerance level is only 0.5%. the feeling of getting ps sucks esp when i wanna get out of my house right now. i realised my tolerance level aint good either. went genting's pub and played guessing game with aunt coney and i sucked terribly. but then again, she's the expert. my godmum told me that tequila pop's alcohol level is not high (i forgot she's a drinker) so she got my cousin and i to try it for the first time. initially, it felt hot then nothing. but over time, i feel light. omgosh. and i still had 2 other different alcoholic cocktails in my stomach. and when we finally asked the exact percentage, she said at least 40%. and we just bottoms up that drink. im a lousy drinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw zheng ge ping and hong hui fang and their kids in genting. ke's wondering why i always see singapore's celebrities when im overseas. previously i saw chen zicai and xiang yun and their kids in japan. why? i've no idea either. wanna say stalk (im not the stalker), but then better not. gonna get whacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348503493038677010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sjmzlt6BnBI/AAAAAAAABAI/5gntzqb8cyk/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt; TALL 'N' SEXY &amp;amp; WHISKEY SOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348503495929358706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sjmzl4rN6XI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Wc7xP9mBrc0/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the ride that got charlene and i dizzy, thanks to shawn's ultimate spinning. TEACUP. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348503499438017618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SjmzmFvvzFI/AAAAAAAABAY/oMw5SHmHu4U/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way down for spaceshot. thrill is gooddddddddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-217596946922479744?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/217596946922479744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=217596946922479744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/217596946922479744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/217596946922479744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-to-get-out-of-my-house-now-like.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/Sjmzlt6BnBI/AAAAAAAABAI/5gntzqb8cyk/s72-c/IMG_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-6521871393817445583</id><published>2009-04-23T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:14:01.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SfCO6tiFwKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Hcf89kRI-gY/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327915498485432482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SfCO6tiFwKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Hcf89kRI-gY/s320/IMG_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the 3 crazy shorties. midfield, centre defend, forward. OH THAT WAS THE PAST. i miss my team, when can we have a match again??? =( i hate our ex-coach. in case no one knows except for guys and girls hockey team last year, our coach really really sucks. he hardly teaches us anything, late for all our matches, leave IMMEDIATELY after our matches and no debrief, and think we are hockey genius able to play super well. what an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to jj to meet jen and sharon for hockey. and so suay, first person i saw i kangyongzhi. hope he doesnt see this haha. but then again, i dont care! and like always whenever he sees me with my hockey stick, he'll say hockey sure lose. really whatever yz. we queued for bnj free cone too, crazy kiasu us. hahaha, and we almost died from all the laughs. u know i saw jen's shorts and i asked why so big, then she said cos she wears it on her hips. then i saw her size S. i was like omg, i still ask why urs so big when mine's M. (we have the same shorts, such coincidence!) and under much persuasion by jen, i decided to say hi to mr sin cos he was preparing for j1's pw lect and he totally forgot me! omg man, seriously. i was the girl in class who gives him the most problem academically or attitude wise, and he can still forget me. excuse? too many students. sure, i forget my frens' names too huh, max memory in brain: 40 frens. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi Mr Sin&lt;br /&gt;S: Hi, yes anything looking for me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I just came back, so decided to greet u&lt;br /&gt;S: Why u come back, u retain? (That's for j1, it's more like retake, if i am)&lt;br /&gt;Me: HUH?? I just took my a levels last year&lt;br /&gt;S: *thinking deeply*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do u remember me???&lt;br /&gt;S: Yes yes i rmb u&lt;br /&gt;Me: erm okayyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;S: So, are you joining talentime this year??&lt;br /&gt;Me: HUH!!!!?? MR SIN! I'VE GRADUATED ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;S: HUH?? *thinks deeply again* OH VALERIE!&lt;br /&gt;Me: YES U FINALLY REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot mr sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above picture is credited to cathay. WHY? because we're not allowed to take pictures in the shopping centre, as told by one of the security guards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-6521871393817445583?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6521871393817445583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=6521871393817445583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6521871393817445583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6521871393817445583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-crazy-shorties.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SfCO6tiFwKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Hcf89kRI-gY/s72-c/IMG_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-6881962930264664838</id><published>2009-04-19T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:30:35.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>I can hardly find anyone to disagree with me for this. (Wanted to upload a video here, but dont know how. i know i suck. thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i keep hearing ppl talking about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Susan Boyle&lt;/span&gt; on Britain's Got Talent that she sings very well. First thought in my mind &lt;em&gt;there's always topics about this, how well can she get to be that special.&lt;/em&gt; It couldn't be Mariah Carey+Celine Dion+Sarah Brightman++++ So I was curious and searched on youtube. This is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;time I feel such strong goosebumps on my arms. What can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS SUPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially during her introduction, the audiences and judges were very very doubtful of her ability, and were laughing throughout. But the moment she sang, you can see how she blew everyone away. It was spectacular, really. Straightaway, thunderous claps, cheers, standing ovation from audience and the super shocked looks on all 3 judges. AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to say. No matter how many times I watch the video, I still get goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;That's why, Never judge a book by its cover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-6881962930264664838?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6881962930264664838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=6881962930264664838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6881962930264664838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6881962930264664838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-3880108221340171831</id><published>2009-04-10T10:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:43:20.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;biz interview at smu was...... okay i guess. haha. i was literally trembling during the discussion part. i met 2 girls, and we chat a little, and were badmouthing this guy in our group. haha! the whole thing is 10mins to read article, 30mins discussion, 30mins compre, 45mins essay. super long.. anw, during the discussion, there's this guy who says he's a pilot, spent overseas for 7-8years blahblahblah. and he jus keeps on talking, and each time someone says something, he'll always comment something after that. the 3 of us (the 2 girls &amp;amp; i) actually didnt know what he was talking about the whole time. and once, the prof said he has no idea what that guy was talking about either. HAHA NICE ONE. although the prof said that guy did okay, i was wondering if the prof is jus trying not to disappoint him now or is he being serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the discussion, we went back to this room to join 2 other groups. and like, the girl beside me commented &lt;em&gt;did u see his eyes keep on rolling during the discussion? i was wondering when his eyes gonna drop out!&lt;/em&gt; and the other girl went &lt;em&gt;he looks so fierce, keeps staring..&lt;/em&gt; and i mentioned about his strong accent. straightaway, the 2 girls said MUST BE FAKE! and one of them start mimicking him. haha, funny people. but i guess i probably flunk the interview, didnt really do well during discussion and i was practically crapping for compre and essay. ages since gp! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now that the lady's back, i have another job scope. from admin-cum-almost-engineer, im admin-cum-warehouse-photographer-of-3000-stocks. like seriously, they should jus omit the admin part, cos i hardly did any. i mean, i accept it if they say my post's gonna be at the store/warehouse or i'll do this or that. NO, THEY TOLD ME ADMIN. i dread going to work these days, because i'll spend a few hours at the warehouse and take pictures using a webcam. it's hot, stuffy and dirty. everything is full of dust, and my hands are always black after doing the work. im so sick of it. there're people at the store, when cant they get them to do it. i mean, if i knew this is the job im gonna get when they wanna extend me for 1-2months, i'd have rejected, but all they told me was&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; go to the store and take &lt;strong&gt;SOME&lt;/strong&gt; photos to upload into the computer to improve the system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this job jus keeps conning me. im counting down to the days to leave. IT SUCKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wonder if there's the word "treasure" in our dictionary anymore. somehow, i jus feel something's lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-3880108221340171831?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3880108221340171831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=3880108221340171831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3880108221340171831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3880108221340171831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/04/biz-interview-at-smu-was.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-7113566018108031250</id><published>2009-03-08T10:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:55:58.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the 4 of us going taiwan had almost the same results, but with wp leading. LOL. we were happy, but now, im not exactly when i saw the estimated cut off points for courses in nus, ntu and smu. lx say these cut off points are not accurate, but still, it's a gauge right? and dont forget, top jcs prob have like, half of their schs with 7distinctions or more. then where the rest of us stand? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;OUTSIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crap man. this sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll leave the link here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nus: &lt;a href="http://admissions.nus.edu.sg/sprogramme-igp.html#tabel1"&gt;http://admissions.nus.edu.sg/sprogramme-igp.html#tabel1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ntu: &lt;a href="http://www3.ntu.edu.sg/oad2/pdfs/COP.pdf"&gt;http://www3.ntu.edu.sg/oad2/pdfs/COP.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smu: &lt;a href="http://www.smu.edu.sg/admissions/downloads/pdf/Samp%20Notif%20(SMU)%20COP%20FINAL%20with%20FAQs.pdf"&gt;http://www.smu.edu.sg/admissions/downloads/pdf/Samp%20Notif%20(SMU)%20COP%20FINAL%20with%20FAQs.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i found this link from another blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anw yesterday went to smu open house with  ke, wp, isabella &amp;amp; darren. like isnt it obvious who called darren along???? hahaha. oh how we love to make fun of them. when we ate at the food court, the 3 girls just said the most stupid thing. maybe other girls have ever said it too, but to me, DUMB. isabella wanna bring her pikachu soft toy, wanping bring her doraemon and khaienn bring her pooh. so i said, &lt;em&gt;then i shall bring my lighter&lt;/em&gt;. for what? burn their softtoys. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;didnt gain much from smu open house. going ntu and nus open house next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-7113566018108031250?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/7113566018108031250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=7113566018108031250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7113566018108031250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/7113566018108031250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/03/4-of-us-going-taiwan-had-almost-same.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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-128817706091333831.post-6104707281303787727</id><published>2009-03-01T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:40:00.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAIWAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SaoRGxyQf_I/AAAAAAAAA-I/_2hyZpnxFKg/s1600-h/5flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308073918950572018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SaoRGxyQf_I/AAAAAAAAA-I/_2hyZpnxFKg/s320/5flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had actl planned for taiwan with charlene, elis or tlcn too. but all din work out. but well, i still get to go to taiwan! haha. with my jc clique. ke and wp were hoping that isabella and i wont quarrel during the trip. well, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAT HOPE&lt;/span&gt;. =D we need to get our opinions across our heads. like finally. i must really enjoy myself. wanted free and easy initially, but my parents dont allow. =( but, i think we'll move away from the tour once in a while. i'll req for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday morn was supposed to meet ke at 1015 at clementi first, then wp at queenstown and isabella at tiong bahru. but i was held up, by online shopping. HA. hope ke doesnt read this or im dead. so yea, i was late. by 15mins. then we went &lt;strong&gt;ALLLLLLLL&lt;/strong&gt; the way to T3 to have isabella's so-called birthday lunch. and i saw this jj guy who i have no idea what's his name at T3 too. so weird, saw him at my aunt's working area the other day too. lol. then we went on to expo for natas. the queue was like, WHOAH. but it moved quite fast, so we got in real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went round enquiring trips. we were quite interested in chan brothers', dynasty's and ctc's. there was this agency, dont know whats the name, the girl was like, SO SLOW! i think her pay was really low. like, to check the price of a trip, she can take 5mins. we wanted to get out of there quickly cos we were all dozing off. chan brothers' was quite nice too, but the price is too ex. 6days and only 3stars hotel, over 1k. so forget it. then dynasty. it was funny. cos last time at suntec, we enquired alot from this guy called S----. then we were looking out for him again, and yup, FOUND HIM. but we went to another person to re-enquire cos if we get him again, he'll think we're def signing up. which we didnt. we settle for our last choice. and we were going through all the procedures, ke suddenly realised we din ask alot of questions. and from excitement, she turned into worry, anxious and nervous. she actl wanted to ask isabella to stop signing and leave! i told her, before she does that, tell me and i'll walk away first. and after that, we got loads of free gifts. we had this lucky draw, all picked by isabella. out of 4 scratchcards, 1 was a pillow and 3 was the top prize-electric skillet. but then it's their house brand, so i dont expect much from the quality. so we drew lots, and ke got the pillow which i named as lousy shyt. lol. she was rather upset def.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we cab home. isabella thought there was no peakhour charges on sunday. and she actl said in front of the taxi driver &lt;em&gt;huh. then i should have taken a mrt home. or we should have waited till 8 when there's no more peak hour charges&lt;/em&gt; o.O i told her &lt;em&gt;u can get out of the taxi now if u want to&lt;/em&gt;. omg, that's was freaking embarrassing to say in front of the driver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it was funny. we saw a few jj people working at natas, it was rather weird actually. 2 of them were giving out the tote bag at the counter. a few of them were walking around the hall, not sure doing what. i shall plan my trip schedule!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh. my asst manager was telling me that the pregnant lady gave birth a week later than schedule, so she may extend her maternity leave, which &lt;strong&gt;SHE BETTER NOT. &lt;/strong&gt;after she returns, i need to pass all her jobs back to her, and i will be pulled over to the purchasing side to help them to do paperwork &lt;em&gt;(REALLY? NO MORE MEETINGS OR ANYMORE SHYT??) &lt;/em&gt;and tentatively, the company will extend my stay with them. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OH NO. &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; TROUBLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;those words&lt;em&gt; i wanna leave after passing all duties back to the lady when she returns&lt;/em&gt; just got stuck in my mouth. i dont know how to say! i told sharon, i'll def get those words out of my mouth by mid march. no matter how much convincing, i wont stay. cos sharon say the asst manager is good at talking. nope, PERSEVERE. I MUST LEAVE. only, what reasons to give? SOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SaoRG_ranFI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/vLl_UtDPYt0/s1600-h/IMG_1795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308073922679970898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SaoRG_ranFI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/vLl_UtDPYt0/s320/IMG_1795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;reserved for lcn: hey girls, wanna get anything from taiwan? jus let me know by may! hahaha.&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/128817706091333831-6104707281303787727?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/6104707281303787727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=6104707281303787727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6104707281303787727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/6104707281303787727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2009/03/taiwan.html' title='TAIWAN'/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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/_UCAEJyRU8G4/SaoRGxyQf_I/AAAAAAAAA-I/_2hyZpnxFKg/s72-c/5flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128817706091333831.post-1961095737155539902</id><published>2007-12-07T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T19:32:36.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y issit so hard to get a date for us to meet up?!?!&lt;br /&gt;tis is so irritating, prob cos im usually nt de one whu goes ard askin everyone for their schedules.. nw i pity yj for doin tis job all de time, it sucks, but no choice cos i nid to submit my work schedule later.. now i noe y yj so happy wen we finally got wed wen all of us free.&lt;br /&gt;haiix, all bcos of coach la, change fri trainin to wed nite, den de plan gone case le.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val: nt free nex tues, wed, den 14-22 at japan, free on 26,29,30&lt;br /&gt;mi: nt free nex wed, nt free on 26&lt;br /&gt;cl: nt free nex thur&lt;br /&gt;yj: nt free nex fri, sat, sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so end up de earliest time we can mit up is: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;29 dec -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-1961095737155539902?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/1961095737155539902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=1961095737155539902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1961095737155539902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/1961095737155539902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2007/12/y-issit-so-hard-to-get-date-for-us-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08173555298614341240</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-128817706091333831.post-3904425569991573133</id><published>2007-11-27T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:48:56.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/R0wcegKCNDI/AAAAAAAAAZs/5sziWOM5rGA/s1600-h/IMG_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137512585276568626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/R0wcegKCNDI/AAAAAAAAAZs/5sziWOM5rGA/s320/IMG_0905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hey! im back from australia! and that's all of us, yep! it was sooooo fun. wished could stay there longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we did: &lt;div&gt;visit caves, water testing, HITTING THE MANY BUZZING FLIES (they're much slower than singapore's, u can seriously kill them), lectures, visiting houses, went to wildlife park, SHOPPING, running away from dogs (personally), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much stuff to say, but i'll jus make it short. DKYZ, U GO RECORD OUR CONVERSATION. I WANT REVENGE. and this is a scandalous trip. geetha &amp;amp; siti kept eyeing JOE &amp;amp; HAMISH. lol. the weather's supposed to be hot in the morning and cold at night. it turned out that only the first day was hot, the remaining days were so cold.. so i was covered by my windbreaker/jacket for 95% of the time. and yes ppl, im scared of dogs, but i also love them. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, we had lots of fun, except during those talks and when we had to do report. on the last night, jennifer, keith, weiming, darren, yanshan, webster and i played cards till like 3am-adelaide time? then jennifer and i chatted in her room for an hour before falling aslp and woke up at 7. i was so tired that when i reached home last night, i fell aslp at 9.30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i regretted not bringing enough money.. i saw so many nice clothes and shoes over there but couldnt buy it! cos like, i got so many gifts to buy and had so little money.. sian. but i did buy 2 tees for myself. those stuff were so near yet so far. oh ya, we also went to the beach. the girls were walking around and having fun. the guys were staring at the babes in bikinis. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. hema and siti received news abt their og le. how come i still dunno mine! haiyo. going sch tmr to check.. i dunno why, but im freaking out about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/128817706091333831-3904425569991573133?l=tlcn4ever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/feeds/3904425569991573133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=128817706091333831&amp;postID=3904425569991573133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3904425569991573133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/128817706091333831/posts/default/3904425569991573133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlcn4ever.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-im-back-from-australia-and-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>tlcn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01850673982793199946</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://bp2.blogger.com/_UCAEJyRU8G4/R0wcegKCNDI/AAAAAAAAAZs/5sziWOM5rGA/s72-c/IMG_0905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
