<?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-30641256</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:59:23.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prettyshells.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-627614573610551523</id><published>2008-06-12T21:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:54:34.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm moving..................</title><content type='html'>Hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little piece of news: I've moved....... &lt;a href="http://theturtlebook.livejournal.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a pleasant time with blogspot, but I've decided to seek for greener pastures. Hee. So please update your links before this blog totally disappears. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all pysched up to embark on a much more enriching - not to mentioned more diversified - blogging experience. Yup, I'll see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-627614573610551523?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/627614573610551523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/627614573610551523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-moving.html' title='I&apos;m moving..................'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-8513928028430826585</id><published>2008-05-23T21:04:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:44:48.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going at turtle speed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those who know me well know that I like to do things &lt;strong&gt;s l o w l y.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I found my soulmate - &lt;em&gt;Kinzie - &lt;/em&gt;who share the same sentiments as me. She believes in the goodness of turtle speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Top 10 Tips For Wasting Time &lt;/em&gt;[&lt;em&gt;May/June 2008, &lt;/em&gt;AsiaSpa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resist all temptation to prepare shopping lists of any kind&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so you can endlessly wander through malls trying to remember what it is you need to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accumulate as much stuff as possible&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;especially clothing and technology, so you can take extra time to find anything you might be looking for in carefully unplanned piles. Never, ever throw anything away or donate unused items to charities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eliminate every form of filing system&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that might organise contact details, passwords, banking documents, correspondence, warantees or personal medical, or legal information. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yup, you can waste loads of time trying to find them when you need them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subscribe to all available cable, broadband and satelite television services&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in your area so you can channel-surf into the wee hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carefully read every email message that comes into your inbox&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;clicking every link, thoroughly exploring every website and opening ever attachment. With luck you will get a virus or worm on your computer and spend days with IT support. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**I LOVE THIS!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get in the habit of forwarding email jokes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to friends, colleagues and even superiors. This not only wastes your own time, it effectively wastes others' time as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Respond to each item of work as it arrives on your desk&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;avoiding any attempt to streamline your workflow or prioritise your activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Immerse yourself completely into every social networking site available on the Internet&lt;/strong&gt;, carefully completing every section of your profile. Regulary update your status, upload photos, read every post you receive and share all forwarded posts with everyone on your lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work long hours with no breaks and minimum sleep&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to effectively reduce your productivity levels and increase the length of time it takes to get even simple projects done efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reject any form of meditation practice&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;that may help clear mind traffice and improve focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BONUS TIP] &lt;strong&gt;Never read the fine print.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! Life is short, we should all travel at turtle speed. Then maybe we won't reach the end of the road so fast. More time, more things to see, more stuff to do. Yippee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-8513928028430826585?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8513928028430826585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8513928028430826585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/05/going-at-turtle-speed.html' title='Going at turtle speed'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-8810553026772589599</id><published>2008-05-14T17:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:58:20.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears &amp; Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reading the newspapers these days is like taking an emotional rollercoaster. These recent weeks are especially bad. I never thought I would ever believe it, but I am starting to morph into a cynic, like the millions out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seems like it all started out with the Cyclone Nargis in Myanmar and the whole fiasco with the stubborn military junta refusing to budge so as to make way for relief work. I got really &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; frustrated reading the articles because it was just so damn annoying that the survivors who endured the horrific disaster were going to die after all. Not because they weren't strong enough to tough it out, but because of interference from an irritating institution that have the cheek to call themselves &lt;em&gt;government&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then before the matter was even resolved, a quake hit Sichuan, China which measured a 7.8 on the richter scale. What was most heartbreaking were the pictures of crushed students under all that rubble and the cries of agony from their parents. There was this especially heart wrenching photo on frontpage - A guy gripping the hand of his dead schoolmate, griefing and wailing. It was hard to look at, but I couldn't tear my gaze off that particular picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Amid all the horrors of death, you also have your usual platter of chaotic political tidbits of power struggle, flying daggers and hidden threats. Obama versus Clinton; Medvedev the Putin's puppet; Sarkozy's dropping popularity; Blah blah blah. And the list continues. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Not that it isn't obvious, but the world is a bloody complicated place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Luckily, throughout this entire week, I've gotten a fairly healthy dose of laughter that neutralised some the tears and sorrow. Barely, but you've got to take whatever life gives. Just in case you've spent the week being as disillusioned as I did, here are some funny questions for you to laugh your worries off:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Extracted from &lt;strong&gt;'Do Ants Have Arseholes? And other funny questions'&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o1. If a synchronised swimmer drowns, do the others have to follow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;o2. Is it a biological coincidence, or a matter of funtion, that my index finger can fit perfectly into my nostrils, ears and bumhole?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I feel so sad for the perp who asked the last question. He has obviously gone &lt;em&gt;wayyy&lt;/em&gt; over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-8810553026772589599?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8810553026772589599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8810553026772589599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/05/tears-laughter.html' title='Tears &amp; Laughter'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-2364265798552891214</id><published>2008-04-30T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:01:57.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arigatou &lt;3</title><content type='html'>A special birthday delivery from my most favourite rat in the world, the mother of my imaginary child (pichu!) and my dearest friend. THANK YOU! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 src= "http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/sarahbday.png " &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 src= "http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/sarahbday2.png" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-2364265798552891214?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2364265798552891214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2364265798552891214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/04/arigatou-3.html' title='Arigatou &lt;3'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-5577846111165630853</id><published>2008-04-29T22:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:01:19.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Resolutions</title><content type='html'>In approximately another hour, I am another step closer to that big two-oh. Not quite there yet, but time flies doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many previous birthdays, I have always been excited by all the big hooha and surprises that my family and friends bring. For some reason or other, this year I feel contented just to hang out with friends to meet up for dinner dates. Perhaps it's part and parcel of experiencing working life. Working is an isolated activity. Everyday when people go to work, their eventual goal will be to finish their job and finish it well. Interactions are definitely compulsory. But at the end of the day, the office is still not the ideal place where you find the buddy that sees you through thick and thin. I desperately crave for the company of people I've built strong relationships with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaching nineteen makes me really emotional. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, approaching nineteen also means new birthday resolutions. Yes, I know. Resolutions have never really stuck before but this year, I really want to try making them work. Besides, what's a birthday without a fresh start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o1. Be more health conscious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my first resolution of the year will be to watch what I ingest. What happened to my life-is-short theory, you might ask. Don't worry. I'm not going to take drastic measures and turn into health freak. Just little changes like no more pig trotters, less deep-fried food, cutting down on late night suppers, eating more healthy breakfasts and of course the most important - &lt;em&gt;Drink More Water.&lt;/em&gt; There is however, no way you can stop the flow of chocolates and desserts, so don't even try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o2. Getting regular exercise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this sounds similar to my first resolution. But hey, splitting them would emphasize their importance, right? Anyway, I need to have a more structured exercise regime. Running 4km on selected days is not sufficient and very boring. I probably need to find some other sports. Tennis will definitely figure in a large part of the unformed plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o3. Learn how to cook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stand up now. Stop rolling on the floor with laughter. What's wrong with wanting to learn how to whip up a few edible dishes without burning down the kitchen. I bet I can do that - with &lt;em&gt;more practices&lt;/em&gt;, that is. I don't have many kitchens, but I could probably stock up on fire extinguishers. In any case, my mind is set and don't you dare contradict me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o4. Change my wardrobe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I don't mean to dump out every single piece of clothing and replace them with new ones. I just want to sift through the pile and pick out the nice ones. There are all these weird tshirts that I haven't seen in godzilla years which aren't my size anymore. It's probably time to donate them to charity organisations or simply disposed. Then I could go on a little nice shopping spree to inject some fresh pieces into my closet. Besides, it would be a real test to see if reading those fashion magazines at work everyday has improved my taste and really, just to try my hand at layering. I am really lousy in that department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o5. Save money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you save money if you are changing your wardrobe? Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have received my acceptance letter to pursue Bachelor of Accountancy in NTU. I am still unsure whether this is the right course for me, besides I'm still waiting for letters from the other universities. But no matter what choice I eventually decide on, I'll just tough it out. A year ago, I didn't even think I stand the chance of getting into a university. So every acceptance is a prove that I did it. For that, I am contented. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-5577846111165630853?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5577846111165630853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5577846111165630853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-resolutions.html' title='Birthday Resolutions'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-1317949023450285773</id><published>2008-04-18T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:35:07.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/raoul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am desperately in love with this wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one tiny peek at this sweetheart here and all logic goes out of the window. Who cares whether this design belongs to the last season? Who bothers about that new Aldo wallet I've just purchased? Why would I tell myself that I shouldn't splurge my hard-earned income on wallets? All I want is to get my hands on one. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Mummy! Come and dissuade me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 11th April 2008 was Clarin's (Ahtan) birthday. So we brought her to Fish&amp;amp;Co for a little birthday celebration! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/ahtanbday_ahtan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, the staff gave her a memorable Fish&amp;amp;Co birthday greeting that comprised of a birthday cheer, birthday song and birthday icecream! It was rather tramautising for her though, since she was standing on the chair throughout the entire process. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/ahtanbday_doryfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my scrumptious doryfish dinner! Except that it turned out not to be as delicious as it looks due the fact that I could barely make out the taste of the dory. All credits go to the overgrown bunch of spinach and the overwhelming taste of mushroom sauce. Oh well, I love all kinds of mushrooms but I can't make myself say that the mushroom-fish was really to my liking. Oops, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/ahtanbday_ser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser Min! I haven't seen her in eons. Well, that applies to the others as well. But I can't show my love for them by putting up pictures because there simply isn't any decent ones around. All the photos we took at Fish&amp;amp;Co were blurred. Turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Sarah is going on a mini-hibernation mode for the next few days due to a sudden, unannounced, major pimple breakout. I'm super self-conscious of my face now, which makes going out not so fun anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I just received an SMS about a gathering at Ahma's house tmr. Damn. Should I go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-1317949023450285773?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1317949023450285773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1317949023450285773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/04/desperate.html' title='Desperate'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-1819085501854379122</id><published>2008-04-09T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:44:52.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggressive Vs Easygoing</title><content type='html'>Someone mentioned that I have quite an aggressive nature, and it sparked off a chain of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure whether it was considered aggressive, but I was definitely bossy and demanding when I was little. Okay, I might have come off as snobbish and fierce along the way as well, I guess. Anyhow, this particular trait of mine was so often picked on by friends and classmates that gradually, I stuffed her somewhere else and swore to myself I'm not bringing that Sarah out ever again - &lt;strong&gt;well&lt;/strong&gt;, aside for little walks from time to time, when I really can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, when I permanently threw away the 'tom-boy' act, I have never come on to others as anything but easy-going and tactful. So feel my shock when that descriptive - &lt;em&gt;aggressive&lt;/em&gt; - was used on me today. It was such an eye-popping, jaw-dropping moment. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what? I was not in the least insulted by the comment. Instead, I felt really happy. Truth is, when I stashed the original me into my skeleton closet with my other non-revealable secrets, I packed away some of my self-esteem and confidence. I was always being &lt;em&gt;too bossy&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;too loud&lt;/em&gt;, too much of everything. So I tried to mold myself into something that was within the standards of others. But that wasn't me, so I didn't have the confidence that the new me would work. Oops, does that make sense? *wince* For the past two years, I have been trying to find my way around the Sarah I've created and look for the Sarah I've attempted murdering once. So imagine my surprise - after my shock, that is - when someone found her in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I do not hate both personalities. But on their own, they are full of character loopholes. Love the flaws? Sorry, you will have to get a better example for that. I'm more of a 'Mend the flaws' person, as long as it's &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; flaws. Haha. Perhaps it is time to find a new Sarah which I really like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-1819085501854379122?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1819085501854379122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1819085501854379122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/04/aggressive-vs-easygoing.html' title='Aggressive Vs Easygoing'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-2630293226911118735</id><published>2008-03-30T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:29:04.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little troubled.</title><content type='html'>Every single time I thought it was over, it would overwhelm me all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have considered - several times, in fact - making it known. But there is always this nagging fear that if certain events don't turn out the way I want them to, then things will never go back to the same familiar ways. The rock and the hard place huh? Ugh. Sometimes I wish I had more guts and less brain cells. Then I wouldn't be stucked in this silly predicament, because I would have just gone straight with my instincts and bypass the consultation with Brain. Oh well, I'll get this matter settled eventually. It's just the waiting and wondering that's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some updates! Since I am waking up at freaking four in the morning tomorrow, I will make this quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially leaving my airport job on the 31st March 2008 - which coincidentally happens to be tomorrow! Can't bear the people, and on certain freaky level, I think I'll miss the job as well. The weird, nice, snobbish, cheerful passengers I meet everyday, practicing my almost non-existent level of Japanese etc. It was fun and tiring while it lasted. But I am all geared up for other new adventures. Whee! Besides, I still can get my colleagues to buy perfumes and cosmetics. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I found myself another job at Chanel head office in Wheelock Place as a receptionist. Haha. A little far, but well, it's only for two months. So people, if you guys are free, please come find me alright? I don't mind meeting for lunch or catch up after work. Just date me! O.O Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I've gotten myself a slot for interview at NTU for a place in the Bachelor of Accountancy. Just thinking of it makes the butterflies in my stomach go on a riot. Yikes. I can't even imagine what questions they might ask. Besides, there will be two faculty members present. I am definitely more comfortable with one interviewer, which is why they put two of course. Anything to make you nervous. Well, just cross your fingers and pray that I don't stutter and make a fool of myself that day. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Before I forgot, chapter six of WoI is done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, guessed I've muttered enough for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-2630293226911118735?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2630293226911118735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2630293226911118735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-little-troubled.html' title='Just a little troubled.'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-7429518893859614174</id><published>2008-03-18T01:09:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T03:47:33.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Up 2: The Streets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay folks, I've finally watched it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/stepup2_galleryposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Step Up 2 : The Streets&lt;/em&gt; is as awesome as any sequel can get. Before the show, I was pondering over the possibility of it being a repeat performance of part one - which, &lt;em&gt;mind you&lt;/em&gt;, I'll definitely have no objections. If only my sister didn't own the VCD, I probably would have splurge on another &lt;em&gt;Step Up 1&lt;/em&gt; movie ticket for a second round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;em&gt;The Streets&lt;/em&gt;, they removed the ballet component from the choreography and made it &lt;em&gt;badass&lt;/em&gt; hip-hop through and through. Man, did they smoke up the screens. All the dances were hot, hot, hot. Ha! And nobody was more surprised, when Channing (from part one) showed up at the start of the show for a little surprise guest performance. You can't deny it, he still got the moves. Robert Hoffman and Briana Evigan was also a great couple and just watching them dancing with the crew makes you wanna jump up and shake some part of your body! A leg, the head or even your pinky - if you're easily embarassed. The bottom line is, watching it gets you all hyped up with your blood pumping hard and you start to regret not taking up any dance classes till now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My sis and I agreed unanimously, there was no way to make a comparison betweeen both &lt;em&gt;Step Up&lt;/em&gt;s. But if you were to put a gun at my head or threaten me with a crate crammed full of cockroaches, then I would have to say I prefer the choreography in the first episode. I guess the mix of contemporary dance and hip-hop holds more appeal to me....... and of course, because Channing is still my &lt;em&gt;favourite&lt;/em&gt; man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sue me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-7429518893859614174?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7429518893859614174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7429518893859614174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/03/step-up-2-streets.html' title='Step Up 2: The Streets'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-8277386683249289672</id><published>2008-03-16T23:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T02:24:56.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosity kills the cat!</title><content type='html'>Maybe it isn't very prudent to be too inquisitive. And being too inquisitive at the NUS open house probably did me in. Yes, the sudden information overload is haywiring my brain and I have went off to dig a much greater hole than the one I'm currently in. Now instead of just mildly troubled, I am totally sunked. &lt;em&gt;Turtles&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the more positive outlook, perhaps it's better to get the facts now. Then I would surely avoid the situation where I dive straight into the mess and attempt to navigate out - which is not very feasible since my sense of direction is practically &lt;em&gt;non-existent&lt;/em&gt;. At some really crazy moments, a little corner of my heart pleaded for someone to coerce me into a course, then I wouldn't have to crack my brains over all the choosing. Of course, the brain objected rather furiously being stripped of its right to make a decision and crushed the asinine idea. Ever since the start of university applications, Mr. Brain and Miss. Heart brokeup and went on World War III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, I can't wait for the application deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing that probably turned out was all the catching up I did with all the longlost peeps. Haha. The constant chatter with Jasmine and Ahtan on the train, meeting up with the acquaintances I haven't seen in godzilla years and the dinner chill out with Ser, Cheng, Chang and Vanessa. (Fun, fun, fun, fun....) Anyway I've just acquired my personal champion! Don't bully me or Vanessa will stomp you into little pieces before you can even say 'sarahhh'. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did a brand new to-do-list again! Hopefully this time - cross fingers and pray - that I'll be able to complete the tasks I've set about doing. This especially includes making some progress in '&lt;em&gt;WoI&lt;/em&gt;' which has already been stagnant for so long. Well, I've already started writing chapter six so hopefully after some editing it will be decent enough for an update. There's loads of guilt layered on me now because I keep feeling like I've disappointed the readers who really looked forward to those updates. Urghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the emotional rollercoaster. Haha. My thoughts are really all over the place. Well, I'm not exactly the most organised writer around. *sheepish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late. I probably should turn in soon 'cos it's gonna be a long day tomorrow. More about &lt;em&gt;'The mundane life of Sarah'&lt;/em&gt; soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams, everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-8277386683249289672?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8277386683249289672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8277386683249289672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/03/curiosity-kills-cat.html' title='Curiosity kills the cat!'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-6266185665605278645</id><published>2008-03-15T01:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T03:04:46.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAACC</title><content type='html'>I always thought after facing the results, the rest would just be a piece of cake. Not a chance man. Basically, all previous fearful anticipation are now replaced by pure confusion and tedious paperwork. Confusion, because I simply have no idea what courses I should pursue in university and the application processes are mind-boggling. *roll eyes and sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our trip to sentosa was fun and relaxing. Except that we weren't &lt;em&gt;sunkissed&lt;/em&gt; as much as we wanted because the weather was soooo good, it was shady and windy. What was really hilarious was that after dozing off, we woke up to realise there was an orientation going on beside us! Omigod. Imagine waking up to find dozens of people beside you building rafts - which was part of their task I think. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/sentosa_duo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look absolutely bimbotic in this photo with my hot pink nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/sentosa_kissme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, vain bimbos don't appear with &lt;em&gt;chipped&lt;/em&gt; nail enamel anyway. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Yes yes&lt;/em&gt;, I was giving out imaginary flying kisses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/sentosa_windblown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No photos with Tracy though. Don't ask me why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/tosentosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we fell sick the next day because we got caught in the rain later in the day. Oh well, it was still loads of fun in my opinion. *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to NUS open house tomorrow to get a feel of the school and the courses available. Hopefully I'll get a clearer picture of what I want to do then. Wish me luck. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-6266185665605278645?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6266185665605278645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6266185665605278645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/03/aaacc.html' title='AAACC'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-2999301566914580904</id><published>2008-02-29T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:38:34.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A toe into March.</title><content type='html'>Boy, oh boy. In just a blink of an eye, it's already March - &lt;em&gt;well&lt;/em&gt;, at least it will be tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only half-prepared myself for the job interview later in the evening, and I haven't tender my resignation letter. Shoot, but it's getting harder to quit the airport job. Nope, it's not the job that's pulling me back. It's the friendships that have nurtured from my brief stint at Nuance-Watson. Eating meals with Gracia, popping over to her Benefit counter to play, talking to mummy Doris, blah blah. Hate the job, love the people. Contradictory, huh? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have things I really want to start doing once I've gotten a more regular job. I've already taken up Mrs Liang's offer to help tutor biology and I want to get more tution-ing jobs. Also, once I've snooped around the language centres enough to settle on one, language courses are on the way. *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, time to go get ready. I'm going Lin Xun's house for sleepover later. Wheee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-2999301566914580904?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2999301566914580904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2999301566914580904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/02/toe-into-march.html' title='A toe into March.'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-9154733746667731339</id><published>2008-02-24T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:36:42.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gucci Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="I want! I want!" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/gucci_dreamtote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This absolutely darling &lt;em&gt;Gucci&lt;/em&gt; bag is topping all the existing wishlists I ever had, but it is also one of the items then I definitely am not getting in near future. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the transit mall, this lovely is priced at a &lt;em&gt;whopping!&lt;/em&gt; three thousand five hundred. And although there is a 25% discount, it still adds up to more than two thousand dollars. Shoot! Luckily the white one has already been sold, else I'll be even more tempted - which I already am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of it, the brown one looks gorgeous as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two thousand dollars..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I wasn't even considering!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-9154733746667731339?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/9154733746667731339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/9154733746667731339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/02/gucci-rush.html' title='Gucci Rush'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-5194147610955945235</id><published>2008-02-23T21:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:00:42.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="our day off" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/dayoff_duo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yan, on my off day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="ying's bday feast" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/yingbday_food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying's birthday breakfast feast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 19th Birthday, Ying! (:&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. On the verge of dropping off to sleep.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-5194147610955945235?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5194147610955945235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5194147610955945235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-photos.html' title='Just photos.'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-1414079349805775416</id><published>2008-02-19T02:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:01:49.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Pink</title><content type='html'>The American who spoke in fluent chinese, assuming that I'm a bloody china girl. Which, although is a great personal insult, amused me to no ends. The Russians who rattle off at approximately one thousand eight hundred miles per second -in &lt;em&gt;russian&lt;/em&gt;, nonetheless- and expect total comprehension. (For your information, my list of russian vocabulary only includes '&lt;em&gt;Da&lt;/em&gt;' which means '&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;'.) The Chinese who glared at me for not carrying &lt;em&gt;Anna Sui&lt;/em&gt; makeup in the airport -yes, yes that's &lt;strong&gt;my fault&lt;/strong&gt; as well- and waited for me to magick them out of thin air. Oh, and learning how to ask &lt;em&gt;'Sir/Mdm, do you have a ziplock bag?'&lt;/em&gt; in a dozen different languages. &lt;em&gt;Ookay&lt;/em&gt;, I exaggerated. Just four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at the airport, nothing really surprises me anymore. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got quite a number of things I promised myself I would complete which I haven't got around doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. ppt slides design&lt;br /&gt;o2. FP story&lt;br /&gt;o3. PSblog layout (YES, I need to start doing a new one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photoshop is collecting dust because I haven't got the spare time to meddle with it. And I still need to ask Beng to help me fix my bloody computer. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, rumour has it that results will be out on the 29th February. A rather reliable rumour I might add. Dang, I don't think I really prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is so full of random thoughts. Sorry for being such a disorganised writer. Lols. It's 3am in the morning and I just got home from work so I have no strength to even attempt at collecting my thoughts. Just bear with me. I'll try to be more comprehensive next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks! Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psssst!&lt;/strong&gt; A passenger complimented on my new hot pink nail enamel. Wheeee. Lala is a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/hotpinknails.jpg" border="0" /&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/30641256-1414079349805775416?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1414079349805775416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1414079349805775416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/02/hot-pink.html' title='Hot Pink'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-8800625196306211733</id><published>2008-02-11T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:34:23.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 RANDOM CONFESSIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; I love buttons. Especially bright, enormous buttons. It's a secret fantasy of mine to have them pasted/sewn/glued on everything - clothes, hairclips, books. You name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; I avoid eating chocolates with nuts because they get stuck. Not only because of the discomfort it causes, but also to lower the risks of not being caught dead with nuts sticking between my pearly whites. Yes, yes, yes. I'm vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three &lt;/strong&gt;Fantasizing is a great past time of mine. Next time you see me stoning in a corner with a dreamy wispy look, don't come over, you might be disrupting my wedding with Channing Tatum. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four &lt;/strong&gt;I hate the feeling of wet hair dripping buckets of water down my back after I bathe - gives me the bloody chills. So, bundling up that mess on my head with a towel till it dries is a must. Though that is no longer a very important point because I've chopped my hair off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five &lt;/strong&gt;I have no idea what I want to do as a career in future because I want to do everything! Fascination with a dozen different careers does seem to make me lose sight of my own goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;six &lt;/strong&gt;There's a love-hate relationship with myself. On certain days I would tell my mirror image she's attractive, intelligent, have a wonderful social life, blah blah. On others, I just see a girl who is plain ugly, no goals, pathetic love life and a social life that is going straight into the gutter. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seven &lt;/strong&gt;I am waiting for that fateful day when I discover an innate talent in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eight &lt;/strong&gt;Jealousy is my middle name. When I get jealous, you can smell vinegar from a mile away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nine &lt;/strong&gt;There is this desperate craving in me to see the world. I know what you're thinking: &lt;em&gt;Hell, everyone wants to travel.&lt;/em&gt; But this craving has exceptionally sharp claws which are getting sharpen everyday as I watch passengers at the airport head for various parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ten &lt;/strong&gt;I absolutely, totally, fanatically, hate my nose. If only I didn't have such a low tolerance for pain, I would get a nose job this very instant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-8800625196306211733?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8800625196306211733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8800625196306211733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/02/10-random-facts.html' title='10 RANDOM CONFESSIONS'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-4021694838236014722</id><published>2008-02-08T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T01:00:41.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The very first day.</title><content type='html'>I feel like a goldfish. You know, the way they keep opening their mouths like they want to give you a piece of their mind but nothing comes out. Likewise, I keep opening my mouth but I can't find the words for this entry. So in order not to spoil this fabulous first day of chinese new year with a lousy entry which is totally incapable of relaying my emotions, I decided not to say anything afterall. Just a few photos to share - caught on film (&lt;em&gt;metaphorically&lt;/em&gt;, everything is going digital now) on the whim of my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are small because, well, this is my sister's laptop. And don't ask me why that should explain the miniature photos. Just &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/cny_preparing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S My sister, brother and I were clamouring for the mirror (because it was the biggest) when my sister decided that standing on a chair would perhaps be an added advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/cny_bro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/cny_sis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working late tomorrow. Damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-4021694838236014722?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4021694838236014722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4021694838236014722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/02/very-first-day.html' title='The very first day.'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-5788172612731407284</id><published>2008-02-06T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:34:19.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion and Beansprouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This week was totally rubbish because I worked for six days straight - four early flights and two late shifts - instead of the usual four days. Is it any wonder that the amount of shortages I have is absolutely mindboggling? Well, perhaps the only good deed that came out of this horrific week was the strengthening of my resolve to resign at the end of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I shall look around for other jobs before I tender my resignation letter. Gracia and Julie both mentioned a very good company - still within the transit area. Maybe it would be worth a try. Hehe. I like working in the transit area, I'm just not particularly in love with my current job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I don't have to crawl back to work today which happens to be the all-important Chinese New Year Eve. Yayy! Reunion dinner - with our usual mouthwatering steamboat - at Grandma and Grandpa's house was lovely. Good to see everyone, although we will still see them tomorrow when we gather again. Whee. The post-dinner activity was for the cousins was to help Grandma prepare beansprouts - yes, you got it, the &lt;em&gt;tougays&lt;/em&gt;! Haha. It's suppose to be the one of the ingredients for the dinner menu tomorrow. There is something intensely fun and enormously &lt;em&gt;domestic&lt;/em&gt; about plucking beansprouts while we chat and make jokes. Not to mention hilarious when we found those green things stucked in my poor cousin's hair. *grins* I took a photo, but I lost my cable. Turtles. &lt;strong&gt;[EDIT: I got the photo uploaded!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/cny_beansprouts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, might be sometime before I come here again. So, have fun everyone! Enjoy your reunion dinnner. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR! ^__^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-5788172612731407284?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5788172612731407284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5788172612731407284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/02/reunion-and-beansprouts.html' title='Reunion and Beansprouts'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-5147436196677592732</id><published>2008-01-29T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:20:32.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite lazy day</title><content type='html'>This entry came much much later than what I had previously promised, but you know the saying, better late than &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the donut-day started really horrible. I mean, &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; day which starts with a phone call from your boss with the intention to reprimand, &lt;strong&gt;is &lt;/strong&gt;a bad day.*rolls eyes* I shan't explain the entire story because it's bloody long, but by the time the call ended I was really hopping mad. And it was also this particular call that resulted in me not being able to attend 304 class dinner! Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met first at Yan's house where she treated me to a huge slice of cake from &lt;em&gt;'Awfully Chocolate'&lt;/em&gt;! Yummy. Then it was to Raffles Plaza to get our box of donuts. We lugged around that box of donuts and finally decided to settled for starbucks where I had this huge headache choosing between latte and iceblend. &gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, it was iceblended mocha after all. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/yanouting_donutcoffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/yanouting_cam-ing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/yanouting_reading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an extremely lazy day 'cos all we did was talk alot and maybe read a little. Yan was suppose to be studying for her BTT while I read my book, but she decided it was not worth the time and so didn't bring her materials along. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/yanouting_toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went shopping around marina square where we met Modissa who just finished work. She's working as a florist now, damn cool! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/yanouting_moksa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at tampines because I wanted to go there and collect something. It was also there where I finally bought something - not shown in the picture though. Wahaha. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/yanouting_changingrm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, that day was my kind of lazy day. Just the way I want it to be. *thumbsup*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-5147436196677592732?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5147436196677592732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5147436196677592732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-favourite-lazy-day.html' title='My favourite lazy day'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-4613854171678992590</id><published>2008-01-23T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:02:00.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double chocolate donuts please!</title><content type='html'>I didn't go to work today because of a slight fever and a really bad stomachache. Frankly speaking, I couldn't have picked a better day to be sick because tomorrow is my leave day as well. Which - if you still haven't get it - translates into a longer break from work! Can you feel that huge cheshire grin coming up? Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be entirely spent with Yan, who is actually supposed to be studying for her basic theory test but decided &lt;em&gt;what the hell&lt;/em&gt; it's too beautiful a day to be cooped up at home. Besides, I've got this monstrous craving for donuts since the start of the week. Ha! There is simply nothing to stop me from getting my donuts - I will drag Yan along at all costs. *evil grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="little black dress" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/parkway_LBD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want want want want this dress soooo much! Haha. Picture is a little stingy with the details but it is actually an eyelet dress with - one of my favourite feature - two huge buttons. Maybe we'll take a detour from the yummy donutty session. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall keep you updated on what happens tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mata ne! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-4613854171678992590?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4613854171678992590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4613854171678992590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/01/double-chocolates-donuts-please.html' title='Double chocolate donuts please!'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-4331926683537916892</id><published>2008-01-19T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:28:14.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To go or not to go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/airport_t2.jpg" alt="my favourite view of T2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; close to tendering my resignation letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the previous post mentioned, I am currently at terminal 3. For any tourists, T3 is absolutely shopping heaven. Even I had been fascinated and overwhelmed by the number of stores in the transit area. But that does not necessarily translate my love for that place. In fact, I absolutely abhor it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, walking to the shopfloor simply takes a thousand and one years because that place is goddamn big; Two, there are no staff canteen which means ridiculous lunch expenses everyday on our not-so-generous income (ToastBox is disgusting, thank you.); Three, the crowd flow is so horrendous (even at the wings!) I am going home hours later than my usual shift everyday; Four, the superiors are really unhelpful and I have &lt;em&gt;zero, nil, nada&lt;/em&gt; liking for them (Urgh!); Five, I haven't found anyone that I can really talk to. (I want my team at T2. Sigh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing about T3 is probably the fact that Yan and Julie are there. But even then, I don't get to see them everyday. Sigh. I don't even get the same bloody lunchtime, for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously considering sticking to this job till June. Now? Haha. No way. I rather kill myself first than die on the job. One more week and then I'll probably call up Matthew. If he's not willing to transfer me back then I guess it's sayonara, &lt;em&gt;au revoir&lt;/em&gt;, byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; I wonder how are the guys faring at Tekong. Haha. Can't wait for the 25th. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-4331926683537916892?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4331926683537916892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4331926683537916892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title='To go or not to go?'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-198522808857835295</id><published>2008-01-18T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T13:46:43.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to go home.</title><content type='html'>I miss T2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss walking to work with Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;I miss seeing the usual security officers at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;I miss walking into the familiar storeroom.&lt;br /&gt;I miss saying hello to all the sweeties in Team A.&lt;br /&gt;I miss having breaks at Wang Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;I miss sitting at the cafe watching aeroplanes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss calling Jasmine at her counter to chat.&lt;br /&gt;I miss eating lunch at the staff canteen.&lt;br /&gt;I miss eating the beancurd.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the friendly sales staff that would hang around to talk.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way I don't even need to ask for their code.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my counter and that tall chair.&lt;br /&gt;I miss taking the same cab home with Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; at T2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate T3. Can I go home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-198522808857835295?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/198522808857835295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/198522808857835295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-want-to-go-home.html' title='I want to go home.'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-3289902615876793458</id><published>2008-01-09T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:02:25.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my class squirts.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, there was a mini class gathering at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more of an accident really. Somehow word had gotten round that Sarah has a little dinner meetup at her place and calls poured in to inquire whether they could pop over as well. Hey, no complaints there though. I really miss seeing those lovely peeps of two years. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/myhouse_group1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven adorable people in total! That's almost half the class. Haha. Dinner was pizza delivery which consisted of four yummylicious pizzas, two boxes of mouth-watering fried chicken and garlic toast. Halfway through monopoly - which we gave up playing anyway - we coerced my poor sister to be our cameraman and took crazy pictures. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/myhouse_group2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/myhouse_group3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot! I'm going to miss these blasted people when all the girls found work and guys get themselves bald and shipped off to tekong. Maybe the next time we should make it an official class gathering and get the whole gang together again. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/myhouse_quad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only regret was the dinner clashed with the farewell dinner for Weide, who is enlisting today. Yikes, sorry I couldn't make it! Haha. Don't worry, we'll have tennis gathering soon anyhow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ATTENTION*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date:&lt;/strong&gt; Friday - Sunday [11th - 13th Jan]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time:&lt;/strong&gt; 12pm - 10pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue:&lt;/strong&gt; Singapore Management University aka SMU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaijun - and Justin's sister - is opening up a booth at SMU selling clothes. You can get more details at&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://eclatbella.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eclatbella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Personally, I think I will pop over for a good little indulging spree myself. Haha. Drop me a message if you're going. See you there~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-3289902615876793458?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/3289902615876793458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/3289902615876793458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-miss-my-class-squirts.html' title='I miss my class squirts.'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-614137715292507617</id><published>2008-01-07T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:17:22.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to sleep in lectures.</title><content type='html'>I'm dead tired, I hate to work and &lt;em&gt;I miss school&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, more like I missed the days where I could sleep in classes. Haha. Working's really tiring and man, does it torture the feet! The worst thing is, I could count thousands of dollars in the cash register everyday but it never belongs to me. Damnit. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there has been loads of speculations about the dates for releasing the results and the earliest seem to be the start of February. Shoot! I haven't even start to consider what I want to do. I always thought that misshapen monster called future will take shape somewhere along the way. Or that I will wake up one day and realised I've always wanted to be a zookeeper. Maybe not. You get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that it seems like bumbling mess of glob in my head has entirely no clue to what the future me looks like, I'm suffering from a &lt;em&gt;minor&lt;/em&gt; panic attack. I used to have a lot of ideas, but gradually they got shot down one by one. &lt;em&gt;Interior designer&lt;/em&gt;? Not creative enough and I hate to draw. &lt;em&gt;News anchor&lt;/em&gt;? Don't have the looks. &lt;em&gt;Breakfast&amp;amp;Bed owner&lt;/em&gt;? This is Singapore, there are no B&amp;amp;Bs around. Too bad. I've even considered being a librarian, because I LOVE books. But a librarian once told me they didn't have time to read. Turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically up till now, I haven't found a single career that interests me. It really doesn't help that Singapore has sooooo limited career choices. Everyone who graduates goes into medical, law, accounting, banking or teaching. Starts there. Ends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-614137715292507617?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/614137715292507617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/614137715292507617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-want-to-sleep-in-lectures.html' title='I want to sleep in lectures.'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-2896088484941455259</id><published>2007-12-24T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:04:04.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[part one] the post-prom life</title><content type='html'>It seems so ironic that now that I have all the time in the world, my posts are getting fewer. It's okay though, I can remedy that immediately. x) But it seems as though my ability to express myself literally has diminished drastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I've split this post into two parts - the wordy entry and photo trail*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I've gotten myself a job at the airport transit area - many thanks to Karen! The shifts are quite irregular though, which means that my plans of enrolling into a language course are flopped. Now I can only depend on the books that Kwang has generously offered to lend me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, we had two SSG gatherings recently! The first one was actually more of a farewell for Justin who has already enlisted in national service. After settling down at the airport staff canteen, we caught up on the latest news, exchanged more gossips and cracked alot of new jokes. Overall, I think the entire evening was superb! The second gathering was actually organised on a whim of ying, who abruptly mentioned she wanted to have steamboat. Only six turned up, but it was still fun nonetheless. Wheee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, primary school chalet at Coasta Sands Pasir Ris! It was really exciting to see all the peeps I once knew. Yan's secondary school chalet was just beside us! Damn cool. x) On the first night, I managed to sit down and talk to Ser which I haven't done since a long long time. Awww. Plus, I had a small but sudden revelation during the chalet - no, I'm not saying anything - which I was hoping it was over. Apparently, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's christmas eve and I'm stucked at home. Seriously. I better go find something more exciting to do. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS, PEEPS! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-2896088484941455259?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2896088484941455259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2896088484941455259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/12/part2.html' title='[part one] the post-prom life'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-7480139162512686619</id><published>2007-12-24T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T18:56:06.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[part two] prom pictures!</title><content type='html'>The very overdued photos. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 src= "http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/triple.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 src= "http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/prom_kelvinandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 src= "http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/prom_trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 src= "http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/table.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 src= "http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/darrenandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 src= "http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/prom_group.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 src= "http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 src= "http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/quanni.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't upload all because there was too much work involved. LOLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-7480139162512686619?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7480139162512686619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7480139162512686619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/12/part1.html' title='[part two] prom pictures!'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-7455486771244755732</id><published>2007-12-13T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T00:40:06.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me that Wii !</title><content type='html'>Whew. Last week sure flew by fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a blink of an eye, prom is finally over. I'm &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; relieved to say I've actually enjoyed this much more than that disastrous prom two years back. However, that is not to say there were no hiccups throughout the night. Like, forgetting to bring my camera - that was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; idiotic - or that rebellious hair of mine going bonkers even with that thick layer of hairspray which seems incapable of holding it down. Or the plain fact that I have once again missed the opportunity of getting something from that lucky draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I really wanted that Wii console. *sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the girls - namely Ser, Ahma, Ahyuan and I - went for a little gathering at Karen's house a few days ago. Played a little mahjong then went simpang for an infuriating supper. There were no tables available at the usual stall we ate at because of the ongoing soccer match which attracted quite a crowd. Plus, it was pouring which chased all the people into the shelter. So we had to make do with it and settled at a stall with inedible food, lousy service and horrendous waiting time. Forty minutes! Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had my hair cut on Sunday. No more irritating waistlength hair, yippee! To give it a little credit, it's quite fun to have lots of hair to meddle with sometimes. &lt;em&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/em&gt; But it was one time too many so I snipped it off. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos for prom and my new hair will be up soon. Ja!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-7455486771244755732?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7455486771244755732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7455486771244755732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/12/give-me-that-wii.html' title='Give me that Wii !'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-8463387577179448363</id><published>2007-12-10T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:02:28.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A response</title><content type='html'>I had another entry neatly typed out. But I decided to get this out in response to another entry on another blog, because I'm boiling, spitting mad. It feels like I was wrongly accused but the person executed me anyway. You can go ahead and skip this entry and no comments please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To whom it may concern (Yes, you know who you are) :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this with BOTH your eyes open, think it through before you even start to rant about all the injustices done to &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. Firstly, you bought the wrong size. It was your fault so don't dump them on me. I couldnt care less if you took them both and sold it. Did you even hear me mumble anything that sound like I want them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it wasn't on purpose to make you walked around at the mall. You don't expect me to pick up that bloody phone when I had my head full of dozen of pins, dye and god knows what right? I'm paying the haircut entirely on my own so you don't have the darn rights to sulk. Good and nice girls ASK politely whether they could get a haircut as well. Not throwing dirty looks and storming off into a corner, pissed off like the whole world owes you something. Shit, you really should at least try for once to talk it over like an adult. We don't have telepathy ok? I know shit of whatever that's going through your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That goes the same for the phone. Nobody is pretending to ignore your hints, despite whatever crazy ideas you have in that peabrain. (Oh please, that wasn't even a GOOD hint.) Nobody said anything about not buying a phone. But you know that was way too expensive so get over it, find a cheaper one then start negotiating again. That's the right way to go about doing it. Not throwing childish tantrums. I know you're going through a rough patch, but can you just stop feeling sorry for yourself? Stop thinking &lt;em&gt;'I am soo unlucky'&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;'Why does this shit only happens to me?'&lt;/em&gt;. You're not the only one who really have problems although we don't rant them on our blogs. Try mature, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger speeds up ageing you know? Someone just commented I don't look my age already, so do me a favour and personally thrash this out with me face-to-face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-8463387577179448363?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8463387577179448363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8463387577179448363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/12/response.html' title='A response'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-7464306512499621338</id><published>2007-12-03T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:03:18.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer litter</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Interesting updates:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. Daddy pierced his ear a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;o2. Daddy became a 77thStreet member - 'cos he wanted to buy earstuds.&lt;br /&gt;o3. Yesterday, sis and I help informed of a mini bush fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is soo fun. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained big yellow shoes today. Luckily - and thankfully - it was only one shoe and I was &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; bloody feet away from it's landing zone. Killer litter do &lt;em&gt;kill,&lt;/em&gt; ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially yellow, &lt;strong&gt;spiked&lt;/strong&gt; soccer boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I'm slow, else there would be a few additional holes on my head. As if my brain juice isn't leaking fast enough. *rolls eyes* Damnit, I should have taken a photo of that stupid boot. Then I can start snooping around the block to find that irresponsible booty-&lt;em&gt;unlicious&lt;/em&gt; owner. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis this wednesday. I'm tingling with anticipation, right down to the toes. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-7464306512499621338?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7464306512499621338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7464306512499621338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/12/killer-litter.html' title='Killer litter'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-7908417918344105300</id><published>2007-12-01T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T21:16:20.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curious Cat - komaneko</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woke up bright and early this morning to catch a short film, together with Ying and Jorim, at the National Museum. It was totally awesome! *Alert: Fuzzy pictures*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/komaneko_picnic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Cat - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://komaneko.com/"&gt;komaneko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - is a Japanese stop-motion animation which starts with the story of a cat who wanted to make its own movie. The hour-long film has no dialogues, expressing words by the play of emotions and actions of individual characters. Of course, the kitties in the film do &lt;em&gt;mew&lt;/em&gt;. Terribly adorable, I must add. *grins* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/komaneko_3pics.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly recommend this exceptional film, though I have no inkling as to where you can find it. Whether you buy the DVD or wait for someone to upload to &lt;em&gt;youtub&lt;/em&gt;e, just grab the chance to watch it if you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/komaneko_twonekos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Owner currently suffering from tennis withdrawal symptoms. Help, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-7908417918344105300?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7908417918344105300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7908417918344105300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/12/curious-cat-komaneko.html' title='The Curious Cat - komaneko'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-6186416682355650429</id><published>2007-11-30T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T16:17:30.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helloooooooo~</title><content type='html'>YANHONG WAS HERE!!! xD xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-6186416682355650429?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6186416682355650429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6186416682355650429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/11/helloooooooo.html' title='helloooooooo~'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-6208546572027476615</id><published>2007-11-26T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T01:14:47.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4days?! You gotta be joking..</title><content type='html'>It has always been a well-known fact that Sarah - &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;, that's me - don't exceptionally enjoy strolling along Orchard Road, together with the endless crowds. So it is bloody ironic that now when my freedom has been fully reinstated, the place I go to everyday is &lt;strong&gt;Orchard&lt;/strong&gt;. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day - Shopping with classmates and outing with tennis recre.&lt;br /&gt;2nd day - Shopping with yan and tracy.&lt;br /&gt;3rd day - Movie &lt;em&gt;'Fred Claus'&lt;/em&gt; at cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;4th day - Lunching at Goodwood which was - &lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt; - still in Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, waiting for my family to arrive so we could go for lunch gave me the time to reconsider if I should get my ice-cream top. In the end, I got it! And at a very cheap price &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;($13)&lt;/span&gt; I must add, thanks to my superb haggling skills. Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/icecreamtop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lunch was at a restaurant in Goodwood Hotel. The entrance couldn't have been more grand, with its long white marble stairway lined with red carpet, and the quaint interior radiated its personal charm. It is by no means a grand hotel as compared with the more reputable ones in town, but I am equally delighted by its homey ambience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/hotel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/dianxinrestaurant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The restaurant serves &lt;em&gt;dimsum&lt;/em&gt; buffet, which we ate heartily. But the limelight was on the restaurant's special final dessert - durian pudding. Every single spoon was true durian flesh. Every single spoon was pure heaven. *sighs with pleasure* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/dianxin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Too bad every guest was only given one bowl of the pudding. Dang. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-6208546572027476615?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6208546572027476615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6208546572027476615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/11/4days-you-gotta-be-joking.html' title='4days?! You gotta be joking..'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-7732887204619696995</id><published>2007-11-23T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T21:56:14.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT IS OVER. THANK GOD.</title><content type='html'>From this moment onwards, &lt;strong&gt;Advanced Levels Examination is history&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought this day would come. The last two months had been so exhaustive. So much tears, encouragements, fear, anxiety and determination to get through this seemingly insurmountable ordeal. Just halfway through the exams - almost half a month gone - when I was so weary of everything, nervous breakdowns were exceptionally frequent. The &lt;em&gt;trigger&lt;/em&gt; was always the bad vibes that something went very wrong with the previous papers coupled with haunting reminders that you have at least &lt;strong&gt;ten&lt;/strong&gt; more papers to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say, this period of time was not exactly the best moments of life. But troubled times are no more! Now it's a whole new dimension of slacking and hibernation. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the last paper, we went shopping at Orchard! Gorged ourselves with burgers at mos (I finally got to drink my vanilla milkshake!), then walked around spotting potential shoppable items. Our &lt;em&gt;'cool girl'&lt;/em&gt; - Yan - finally bought her shades! Yayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the tennis recre peeps in the evening, where we dined at &lt;em&gt;'fish &amp;amp; co.'&lt;/em&gt; The food was scrumptious and I had my first mussel! *yumyum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/fishandco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absolutely &lt;em&gt;gorgeous&lt;/em&gt; christmas decorations are up in Orchard! I looove the &lt;strong&gt;M&amp;amp;M chocolate house&lt;/strong&gt; - no photos though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/group2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled at &lt;em&gt;Indochine&lt;/em&gt; for some drinks, snacks and bonding time, though we had to scream to make ourselves heard because the live band was right in front of us. Haha. Plus after getting a little woozy from my &lt;em&gt;Appletini&lt;/em&gt;, we decided to sit back and enjoy the music instead. Not before taking thousands of photos though. No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/indochine-guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/indochine-junalanweide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/wanying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/indochine-wanyingdarrenme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/indochinegirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/junandi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei De, Alan and I missed our last bus home. *yikes* So we took the express bus which was much more expensive, and it doesn't send us home directly. I walked for almost half an hour before almost collapsing at my doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I had buckets of fun, but it really took a toll on me. I was &lt;em&gt;sooooo&lt;/em&gt; tired. Sorry, but nocturnal lifestyles are really not for me. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-7732887204619696995?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7732887204619696995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7732887204619696995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-is-over-thank-god.html' title='IT IS OVER. THANK GOD.'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-7611710132348167399</id><published>2007-09-30T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T15:34:27.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Penguin Series : Part I</title><content type='html'>Ying and Jorim made icons for me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there were many thinly veiled - and blatant - insults hidden within, I still adore them because of my penguin comrades! Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to them, this is only part one. There are many more to come. *EXCITED*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Part I of &lt;em&gt;ThePenguinSeries&lt;/em&gt;: NOT FOR USE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="short legs" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/ICONS/pg1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="MARCHING" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/ICONS/pg2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="COLOURful" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/ICONS/pg3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="overweight" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/ICONS/pg4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="SOUTHPOLE" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/ICONS/pg5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jealous much? *Evil grins*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Many thanks to Ying and Jorim &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(who drew that flag in 'South Pole Awaits')&lt;/span&gt;. I can hardly wait for part II. wheeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-7611710132348167399?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7611710132348167399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7611710132348167399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/09/penguin-series-part-i.html' title='The Penguin Series : Part I'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-611087926901955132</id><published>2007-09-29T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:29:49.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not dead... YET.</title><content type='html'>*Slowly creeps in front of the monitor, and sneakily touches the keyboard..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHACKS! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;I said NO using the computer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I just wanted them to know I'm still alive!" *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt; they know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh well, I really tried. &gt;__&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-611087926901955132?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/611087926901955132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/611087926901955132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-dead-yet.html' title='Not dead... YET.'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-6411569407326204640</id><published>2007-09-19T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T01:25:43.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of hunks and beauties...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TWO DAYS OF HOLIDAYS BEFORE MY LAST PAPER. WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Only one left because I've already spent one glorious day of studying and guitar, with those studying peeps - my mirror and ahgong. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the perks of having the last paper as multiple-choice paper is that you get to watch the Emmy's without feeling too much guilt. It's like exercising before you indulge in a heavy calorie meal - not exactly worry-free but you know you've paid your penance. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emmy's. Just the sound of it makes me drool. Dashing hunks in tuxedos. Beautiful women in gowns (purely admiring mind you, I know what my sexually preferences are). And this year, funny hosts in weird costumes. Those who diligently glued their eyes to the telly would know what I'm refering to -- Ryan Seacrest in his '&lt;em&gt;Tudor&lt;/em&gt;' costume! Despite all negative comments he got from the public, I still think he's yummy. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think Eva Longoria &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(left)&lt;/span&gt; was the best dressed. Gorgeous. No competition there.Though Ali Larter &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(right)&lt;/span&gt; was also rather stunning, all decked out in red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="love her look!" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/Eva_Longoria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="iLOVEred." src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/Ali_Larter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody get me their wardrobe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-6411569407326204640?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6411569407326204640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6411569407326204640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/09/of-hunks-and-beauties.html' title='Of hunks and beauties...'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-8046636208110547263</id><published>2007-09-14T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T18:37:35.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to take a holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes I really amaze myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look at me! One brain-draining week of papers, but I'm not dead yet! Though I'm only halfway through, it's like being given half the reprieve you've been praying for. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*smiles dreamily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is the granddaddy of all exhaustive days because I have &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; papers. That will sum up to approximately six hours of knowledge-spewing, brain-juice churning and large-scale marathon scribbling. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*shivers* &lt;/span&gt;I can't even begin to imagine strapping myself on that chair for such a long time. Today's paper was three hours long. Merely one hour into the paper, I was starting to fidget. Forget about six hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking. No. Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Music/Video Updates*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="talkin' 2 myself CD cover" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/talkin2myself.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) Ayu-chan's [talkin' 2 myself] mv is awesome! I totally love her rock look.&lt;br /&gt;2) Rainie's new album [任意门] is pretty good. Impressed with her somersaults! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) Jolin's [Agent J]. Have yet to watched her mv though.&lt;br /&gt;3) Current addictions: BoysLikeGirls, ClickFive - Jenny&lt;br /&gt;4) [Secret] VCD/DVD is out in stores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. While scourging for BoysLikeGirls songs in Kwang's music folder, I 'accidentally' left a trail of ayu's songs. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successfully infiltration. Mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thumbsup*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-8046636208110547263?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8046636208110547263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8046636208110547263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-need-to-take-holiday.html' title='I need to take a holiday'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-8712086838189331195</id><published>2007-09-07T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:27:44.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting teary-eyed</title><content type='html'>They always say, 'Once you start, you can't stop'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am. Second day in almost half a month. Drawn away from the horrendous piles of books for a short blissful moment in which I plan to drown my woes in computer happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I said I'm getting the hang of studying yesterday? I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at this moment in time - with the clock just about to strike midnight, when humans start evolving into beastly werewolves and fairies start dancing about toadstools - I'm feeling the unmistakable vibes of an emotional breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's just being juxtaposed with the calm silence of the night that's bringing out the messed up state of my mind, but I feel so screwed. That lousy brain of mine is threatening to confound all my efforts at studying. To put it biologically, I feel like a hopeless cell in a hypertonic solution, everything is flowing out and &lt;em&gt;no sirree&lt;/em&gt;, I haven't retained anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-8712086838189331195?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8712086838189331195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8712086838189331195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/09/getting-teary-eyed.html' title='Getting teary-eyed'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-5677045249112887930</id><published>2007-09-06T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:43:07.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our study nest</title><content type='html'>Woah. Long time since I've came here. *grabs at the invisible cobwebs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are mildly interested in how I'm doing - pretend if you must - everything's fine and dandy. Well, that is not to say that I like the way I'm spending my days now, mind you. The day I prefer studying to slacking is the day it would rain cows. Or the day Prince William calls me on my mobile. Yep, freaking unlikely. But, I do admit I'm starting to get a hang of it. Hello, you can't help but get used to the mugging lifestyle when your eyes are glued to textbooks every waking moment of your day. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a tendency to 'nest' wherever I'm studying, and it seems like the gang I'm studying with also shares the same inclinations as I do. And that's exactly what's happening in the study room for the past two weeks. Everyday there will be something extra to add to the To-Bring-List-For-Studying. At first, it was just the simple necessities - music player, water bottle and jacket. Then we started to bring a little more - sweets, chocolates, biscuits, cup noodles. Finally it became quite elaborate - mugs, packets of milo/coffee/tea, coasters, blanket (That's entirely my doing. The room's terribly cold). According to the plan, tomorrow will be a day of more tidbits and the specially self-brewed honey lemon. See? Studying time - note: not studying itself - can be fun if you just think of ways to make it so! Thank goodness for those peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'We are what we repeatedly do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excellence is therefore not an act, but a habit.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Aristotle)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a few insignificant, negligible, freaking short weeks. Mug hard and mug well. Go people! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-5677045249112887930?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5677045249112887930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5677045249112887930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/09/our-study-nest.html' title='our study nest'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-2980308508767058008</id><published>2007-08-17T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:02:24.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One minute of silence please.</title><content type='html'>Of all stupid things I've ever done, deleting my music collection by accident really tops everything. Especially at this stressful period of time where I urgently need the comforts of music. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Mr. Ng's birthday tomorrow! Sprung a surprise on him at school today with a helium balloon, yummylicious donuts, an exquisite pen and birthday card. HaoJin-ge, do you feel the 06S304 love? *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to flood this post with photos. After an entire week of tests, timed trials, assignments and mock papers, I have no strength - and words - to spare. Besides, that would translate into more time for me to surf the net. Do you know how rare that is? &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="birthdayboy" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/birthdayboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="yummylicious" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/yummydonuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PASSING THE BATON*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="passingbatons!" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/passingbaton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="camwhoring" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/serandsala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="EWW" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/kissing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="the coffee club" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/coffeeclub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to mugging. I've still got another mock paper to clear tomorrow. x(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-2980308508767058008?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2980308508767058008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2980308508767058008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-minute-of-silence-please.html' title='One minute of silence please.'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-4369173435033587816</id><published>2007-08-09T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:30:46.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 42th BIRTHDAY, SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*despite your very annoying education system, I STILL LOVE YOU~*&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/30641256-4369173435033587816?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4369173435033587816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4369173435033587816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-national-day.html' title='Happy National Day'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-5626399665025586285</id><published>2007-07-31T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T00:35:03.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ninth Life of Louis Drax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my 100th post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yayy! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our class had a talk with the principal just the other day. It was depressing, enlightening, stressful and motivating. I have no idea whether that lazyworm in me has been squashed yet, but I'm definitely grasping the severity of the consequences. And dreading it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Law. This had been brewing in my mind for some time, though it would take something close to a miracle to clinch that 85.7 points. They say it's alright to aim high, but sometimes I wish I have more &lt;em&gt;ordinary&lt;/em&gt; goals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm officially going to cut down on reading time. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Not totally, just fewer.)&lt;/span&gt; Yes. As hard as it is, I'm not going to indulge in too much fiction for this period of time till the examinations are officially over. Just watch, buddy. I'm going to win this war. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book Recommendations:&lt;/strong&gt; The Ninth Life of Louis Drax - Liz Jensen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(This was the last book I've read before I made my reading resolution.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Ninth Life of Louis Drax is a story that paints the complexity of human nature and their relationships. Louis Drax is an amazingly perceptive and precocious nine year old, that was too intelligent for his peers. People thought he was weird because they couldn't comprehend his thoughts. Louis had a set of his own theories. He believed in the &lt;em&gt;'Right of Disposal'&lt;/em&gt;: if you own a small creature and you kept it alive beyond the predicted lifespan it has, you have the right to kill it. So Louis killed his hamsters. He was also an accident-prone kid. If a tree was to fall at this instant, it would &lt;em&gt;surely&lt;/em&gt; choose his head to fall on. Louis' adopted father - Pierre - however, didn't believe the crap about &lt;em&gt;purely accidental, &lt;/em&gt;so he sent his son to the psychatrist, thinking his son was inflicting harm on himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The story unfolded when the police arrived at a cliff and found Louis' mother - Natalie - screaming hysterically that Louis had plunged into the ravine. Pierre had pushed his son off the cliff in a fit of anger while she and her husband were arguing. Pierre was missing. Louis was pronounced dead. But he didn't stay that way for long. Eerily, Louis came back to life in the mortuary, and slipped into coma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The story is told by two individuals in two worlds. Louis, in his head and Dr Pascal, in the real world. Even Dr Pascal, who believed in the inconceivable workings of the brain, was shocked when Louis communicated with him while still in coma. Then truth began to unravel, and light was shed as Louis gave an account of what happened that fateful day he fell down the ravine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*** Don't continue if you think you want to read the book yourself ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pierre had never pushed Louis into the ravine. Louis jumped at his own will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Natalie loved Louis dearly, but at the same time she hated him. She hated him so much she used to inflict injuries on Louis. But almost immediately her 'protective instincts' kick in and she would clean the wound and shower her baby with love. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Louis, with his &lt;em&gt;'Right of Disposal'&lt;/em&gt;, caught on and soon complied to Natalie's wishes - he would inflict injures on himself and let his mother care for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I did what she wanted, like I always do. She didn't even need to help me, not this time. It was easy. I'm always doing it. It's what I do. But it wasn't her fault."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That fateful day, Louis jumped off the cliff because his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mother wanted him to, because she had the right to dictate his life and death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's allowed you know. That's what Papa didn't understand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"What's allowed?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It's a secret rule. It's called the Right of Disposal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is quite a heart-wrenching book that exposes an eccentric darkness in humans. And oddly enough, I was chilled to the bone even though the author kept it light, without the overtones of violence of a normal thriller. Very twisted in my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Truly a good read. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*thumbs up*&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/30641256-5626399665025586285?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5626399665025586285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5626399665025586285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/07/ninth-life-of-louis-drax.html' title='The Ninth Life of Louis Drax'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-7109767195105304687</id><published>2007-07-26T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:37:33.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yummylicious cakes</title><content type='html'>I tried. I really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is really very disheartening, when you took the effort to read the lecture notes thoroughly prior to doing assignments and you realise you still have no idea how to go about doing it. Can I say I hate Math? *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng, I need consultations! &lt;em&gt;Urgently&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img border=0 src= "http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/cartelcakes.JPG" alt="cakes!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yan bought cakes to school to share. Great tiramisu and rich chocolate cakes! Yummy. Thanks darling! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, one more day to weekends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-7109767195105304687?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7109767195105304687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7109767195105304687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/07/yummylicious-cakes.html' title='yummylicious cakes'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-3887798901330243130</id><published>2007-07-24T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:29:02.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need my thinking cap</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUQUAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*another 18 year old~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before i go about destressing, which usually entails a rather annoying regurgitation of my miserable school life, there is a piece of good news. I'm back at &lt;a href="http://fictionpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FictionPress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! That unfinished story I've created nagged at me so much, I felt &lt;em&gt;compelled&lt;/em&gt; to complete it. Besides, I haven't forgotten that exhilarating feeling of receiving reviews. Time to start wielding that author's pen again! (x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tried to prepare for chemistry test yesterday, when I got home from the dinner with ying, beng, bingy and xiaojun. Then when I started having my rash again, I decided &lt;em&gt;'to hell with everything!' &lt;/em&gt;and I went to sleep. It was a timely and guilty reprieve, not to mention an itchy one as well. We'll see about the repercussions though, when my paper comes back. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanted to type more, but the late nights are catching up with me. My brain's currently on standby and the eyes are shutting down. I'll come on later if there's more I want to add. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sweet dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-3887798901330243130?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/3887798901330243130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/3887798901330243130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-my-thinking-cap.html' title='I need my thinking cap'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-6330579933996678519</id><published>2007-07-22T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T16:24:05.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anticipated review</title><content type='html'>Those who have not read it, i implore you not to read further. Grab your own copy, its definitely worth it. So here goes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*SPOILER ALERT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Insights on Harrypotter &amp;amp; the DeathlyHallows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last, final book is extraordinaryly nerve-wrecking - anticipation, excitement, anxiety, relief and grief - and packs quite a punch. It didn't help that Harry and gang were practically in the midst of a freaking warzone, with people dropping dead like flies (the Death Eaters with baygone in hand). You don't even have to venture further than the fifth chapter, before the first ally - Mad-eye Moody - went down. The procession then continued: Scrimgeour, Ted Tonks, Dirk Cresswell, Gornuk, Dobby, Fred Weasley, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Colin Creevey, Severus Snape, Bellatrix &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ugh, bitch.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Crabbe and of course, Voldermort. It came as no surprise, we all &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; he would go down. Afterall I believe even Rowling couldn't ignore the old adage where 'good always triumphs evil'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man, does she know how to create a bloodshed! And a freaking big one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, Fred's death affected me the most. I was &lt;em&gt;bawling&lt;/em&gt; my eyes out for him. Eversince the start of the series, I've always adored the rascal Weasley twins. They had never failed to lighten the most solemn situations, cracking jokes, always off looking for secret passages in Hogwarts with Lee or promoting their new products from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Their little incident with Umbridge in the Order of Phoenix made me want to crack up and salute them at the same time. Fred's death was like a brilliant light being snuffed out. But my first thought was George. They had been inseparable! Grief would be an understatement of a century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the pertinent questions raised prior to the release of the book have also been answered. Where did Snape's loyalties lie? Looks like Snape was definitely a spy in the enemy's camp, though his primary purpose was in fact to protect the dearest thing which the person he held close to his heart had failed to protect - Harry. Lily and Snape's relationship was quite a twist of plot. I also had to marvel at Dumbledore's unwavering faith in Snape's promise. There was, afterall, nothing to hold him to should Snape decide to break his promise. You have to agree that Dumbledore was either a genius, or a naive idiot with a trusting nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the final question - Potter or Voldermort? Majority of fans were more partial to the outcome that both will perish together. I guess Rowling didn't have the heart to destroy what she had painstakingly created though, and that's the reasons why the 'Boy Who Lived' lived again. No complaints there though, I love the ending. And I especially endear the fact that the final battle took place in the midst of the crowd, with the entire Hogwarts as witnesses to the last victory. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird to read about the grown-up Harry and friends (they will always be that gangly crew of teenagers), Draco Malfoy with his wife and kid, and Professor Neville! Haha. That was really unexpected. I was mighty curious about the rest of the characters though, especially Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley. Sad to say, they were not mentioned. (A girl can only imagine, can't she.) Besides, the reappearance of all characters in other books would be quite an overkill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K Rowling is bloody brilliant. &lt;em&gt;*sighs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I'm going to reread that book again. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-6330579933996678519?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6330579933996678519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6330579933996678519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/07/anticipated-review.html' title='anticipated review'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-5903073181334213463</id><published>2007-07-20T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:47:31.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>way above cloud nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I SAID HELLO. I SAID HELLO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SAID HELLO. I SAID HELLO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SAID HELLO. I SAID HELLO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*squeals*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've been shrouded in this haze of blissfulness since ten in the morning and remarkably, this feeling still shows no signs of abating. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*aww*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if you have no idea what's the fuss about, don't ask. i'm so freaking happy, i think i would just ignore you. whee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;on a more sombre note, i got back my results slip. no prizes for guessing my math grade. yes, its a subpass, which makes this the official third &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; i've gotten. as the saying goes: three times the charm. maybe i'll &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; be able to get a legitimate pass the next round. boo. worst grade came from chem - a big fat &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;. quite demoralizing actually, considering that i've gotten a B during blocktest. but then again, topics tested were only on organic then, and sarah &lt;em&gt;hates&lt;/em&gt; inorganic chemistry with a passion. ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;get depressed, learn and forget. i'm trying not to let the results stick in my craw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="emolawn" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/emo_lawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*can you even say FUNNY?* -snorts- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY LINXUN! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-5903073181334213463?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5903073181334213463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5903073181334213463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/07/way-above-cloud-nine.html' title='way above cloud nine'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-6688138155776082496</id><published>2007-07-19T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T15:36:22.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny ads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;is it fun to be sick on a long school day? &lt;strong&gt;hell no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that will translate to a nightmarish pile of notes to copy when you return back to school, and that is why i am going to meet yan later to catch up on homework. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have a penchant for funny ads, like this. haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="global warming" src="http://h1.ripway.com/orangeslurpie/Blogger/global_warming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. sarah has been an exceptionally good girl today cos she finished the MCQs for alkanes. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-6688138155776082496?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6688138155776082496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6688138155776082496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/07/funny-ads.html' title='funny ads'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-658929247411077463</id><published>2007-07-18T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T00:58:22.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>librarians, overtime!</title><content type='html'>staying in school to study makes me feel a &lt;em&gt;teeny weeny&lt;/em&gt; bit more diligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly speaking, it requires a damn lot of determination. trying to keep a chunk of highly porous, overworked grey matter - stretched to its limit - running is not an easy task. especially on &lt;em&gt;excruciating&lt;/em&gt; long school days, where all you want to do is find the fastest route back to home sweet home. thank goodness i have those silly study companions with their charming sense of humour. (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i have this &lt;em&gt;major&lt;/em&gt; itch to complain about the school library. &lt;strong&gt;it closes at freaking six o'clock!&lt;/strong&gt; i am aware, albeit begrudgingly, the reason behind this - the librarian knocks off at six. but the ostensibly lack of more conducive studying areas in the campus is quite an incentive to pack up and &lt;em&gt;leave&lt;/em&gt;. until the renovation of the new study rooms are complete, you will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; hear the end of my complaints. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, the school should just pay librarians OT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-658929247411077463?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/658929247411077463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/658929247411077463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/07/librarians-overtime.html' title='librarians, overtime!'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-2599071809869026838</id><published>2007-07-13T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:03:09.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday the thirteenth</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Harry Potter &amp; The Order of Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*way too awesome!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this had to be one of the best episode out of the potter movie series. the content, though obviously not as detailed as the original plot, was succinct and managed to capture the crux of the story. naysayers are claiming it lacked the depth, but it was a freaking short two and a half hours. i would say they've pretty much squeezed as good as they got. money well-spent! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there was another factor that made the show really good &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(aside from the fact that daniel radcliffe is totally HOT)&lt;/span&gt;: watching it with a theatre full of beings your own age, pretty much liven up the atmostphere. we were practically tuned to the same frequency, laughing at numerous scenes that would seem totally un-hilarious to another adult. all the right sounds were made - the &lt;em&gt;ahh&lt;/em&gt;s, &lt;em&gt;ooh&lt;/em&gt;s and &lt;em&gt;aww&lt;/em&gt;s - which only served to intensify my enjoyment of the show. a truly memorable movie! *grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;everyone who did the student perception survey, remember the little sticker with the login details on it? you see, our class didn't really know what to do with it. so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/liwen.jpg" border="0" alt="sticker collection pt - AHWEN" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh. though it's a little late to mention this, nevertheless i'm still rather fascinated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/sakaecampus.jpg" border="0" alt="right on campus" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's permanent sushi, chawanmushi, cha soba and the whole enchilada everyday! *whoops*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-2599071809869026838?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2599071809869026838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2599071809869026838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/07/potters-my-eyecandy.html' title='friday the thirteenth'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-5426722439172556306</id><published>2007-07-11T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:20:16.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>penguin baseball</title><content type='html'>as a penguin-lover, i am chagrined to say i found this sadistic game -- &lt;a href="http://fury.com/mirror/penguin.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;penguin baseball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="penguin baseball" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/penguinscreenshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to think from a more optimistic point of view though, like we're giving the penguin a ride of its life. *grins* i've got a 321, which i believe to be just a stroke of luck, since i haven't been able to replicate my amazing feat. screenshot included, just so you won't say i cheated. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="best shot" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/penguinscore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the game. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-5426722439172556306?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5426722439172556306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5426722439172556306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/07/penguin-baseball.html' title='penguin baseball'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-7766132269997411669</id><published>2007-07-07T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:44:30.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good date. bad day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07/07/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*let's do something crazy!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the only way to do justice to this incredible day is to laze around in bed till some unreasonable hours, where the sun is not only tanning your butt but the entire corpse (assuming you're dead to the world). but alas, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murphy%27s_law"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;murphy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; handpicked me out of the lot of unlucky souls today and totally ruined my flawless plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i woke up at freaking six-thirty in the morning, because that evil sibling of mine created a flurry of chaos while she got prepared to go out. while i have no rights in reproaching her &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(since i do that often enough), &lt;/span&gt;this really put a dent in my supposedly awesome day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nevertheless being the infamous sleepyhead i was, sleep came right after the noise died down.... just to be interrupted again by a phone call from a distressed aunt, who was stucked in the pouring rain on the way home from grocery shopping. i've briefly considered ignoring the SOS call to continue my &lt;em&gt;to-die-for&lt;/em&gt; fantasy with chad murray. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*evil*&lt;/span&gt; but between my stomach &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that woman under scrutiny happens to oversee my meals)&lt;/span&gt; and lovelife, stomach won. sighs. needless to say, i woke up, armoured myself with two gigantic umbrellas, convinced myself they would be sufficient to brave that horrendous wind and water, and started walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i got drenched in five minutes flat. gahh. little miss wind was really quite fickle about where she wanted to go, and went a little ballistic. turtles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;backtracking a little, yesterday was our farewell for karen, who has decided to return to hongkong to finish her university education. interestingly, those peeps haven't changed a single bit. hard to gauge mental maturity, but judging from those familiar lame joking styles, i would say - no growth! ha ha ha. kinda harsh here, aren't we? but i absolutely love them this way!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="bye karen!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/karen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ more to come when karen &amp;amp; xinyi send me theirs (: ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karen:&lt;/strong&gt; good luck to all your future endeavours! and we'll definitely miss you! will try to find a chance to visit you in HK though. haha. -loves-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-7766132269997411669?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7766132269997411669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7766132269997411669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-date-bad-day.html' title='good date. bad day.'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-8340098785367706822</id><published>2007-07-04T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T01:28:34.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ignorance</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nickelback - If Everyone Cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And as we lie beneath the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We realize how small we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If they could love like you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine what the world could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we'd see the day when nobody died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When nobody died...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up every morning, unable to comprehend the complicated life i face each day. self-absorbed in my own world, complications were a foreign concept. life used to be happy and satisfying. but somehow the simple life crept away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they quarrelled again just the other day, softly. they thought i couldn't hear. i had my earphones plugged, but even blasting the music was a futile attempt to keep the heated voices at bay. then anger got better of them and they forgot all about being quiet. door slamming, furious tones, hurtful insults and expletives. it was a living nightmare. it took me 18 painstaking years to discover that the 'ideal family' was just a fluke. sometimes, i think it's better to be dumb, cos ignorance is a bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are over. had a great time with yan, sen and quan today. loads of walking, took my mind off things and most importantly, i enjoyed their company. arigatou ne~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-8340098785367706822?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8340098785367706822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8340098785367706822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/07/ignorance.html' title='ignorance'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-1117094128009109764</id><published>2007-07-02T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T04:03:08.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's shoe-shop!</title><content type='html'>i'm currently having a heels fetish after surfing at &lt;a href="http://www.barneys.com/b/index.s"&gt;Barney's New York&lt;/a&gt;. there were a few pairs that were absolutely to die for.*squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/Untitled-1.gif" border="0" alt="heels fetish" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;(from left to right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lanvin&lt;/strong&gt; - multistrap sandal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miu Miu&lt;/strong&gt; - satin anklestrap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christian Louboutin&lt;/strong&gt; - anklestrap platform [favourite!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean Michel Cazabat&lt;/strong&gt; - peeptoe slingback&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/30641256-1117094128009109764?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1117094128009109764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1117094128009109764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/07/lets-shoe-shop.html' title='let&apos;s shoe-shop!'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-7243612083828909052</id><published>2007-06-30T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T02:36:50.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pervertic moths</title><content type='html'>mid-year exam is almost done. two more miserable papers to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan said something very hilarious the other day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yan:&lt;/strong&gt; do you know people say moths represent dead people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; yup, i've heard about it before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yan:&lt;/strong&gt; but that's sick! the moths in my house hides in the toilet!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. that girl is going to be the death of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-7243612083828909052?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7243612083828909052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7243612083828909052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/06/pervertic-moths.html' title='pervertic moths'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-509440425617042676</id><published>2007-06-24T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:41:11.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last leg of the race</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARREN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*welcome to the 18yearold gang!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor guy has to study on his birthday. o.O if it was me, i'll probably interpret it as god's gift to me before the exams. a reprieve! ha ha ha. too much self-delusion is bad for the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, sarah is gonna eat a hearty lunch and then spend the rest of my day holed up at downtown for intensive econs. (oh and i missed service today cos i overslept. shit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that directly after exams, there are neither marking days nor breaks. the whole stupid school is just gonna take a nosedive back into curriculum. where's the reward for mugging the entire hols? x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharapova lost her wimbledon match against mauresmo. that really sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-509440425617042676?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/509440425617042676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/509440425617042676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-leg-of-race.html' title='last leg of the race'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-8488764966163328245</id><published>2007-06-22T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:02:16.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hooking up with cable</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The greatest love of all - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Channel8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mythbusters - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Discovery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.R. - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hallmark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview with Prince William and Harry - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hallmark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crocodile documentary - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Animal Planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power zone - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Discovery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripley's Believe it or not - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AXN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Cook's Terminal - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hallmark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artois championship finals (roddick vs mahut) - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ESPN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBA (chicagobulls vs utahjazz) - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Star Sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizzie Macguire - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Star World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for eighteen years, i was baffled by everyone's fascination of sitting in front of the little black box, randomly flipping channels for hours. yesterday, i've finally understood what's the real deal of having digital cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm no longer against the tv. whee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-8488764966163328245?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8488764966163328245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8488764966163328245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/06/hooking-up-with-cable.html' title='hooking up with cable'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-8939800984272488783</id><published>2007-06-20T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:54:21.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>today is really not a bag of chuckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started with a very torturous bus trip, where the aircon decided to die on everyone. it is exactly what it sounded like - a hot purgatory. i felt like i've hopped onto a mobile oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finally alighted and turned to look at the other harried passengers, swiping sweat off their brows, i began to gloat. sympathise, definitely. but feeling of being pardoned was fairly overwhelming. however, as soon as i noticed my own disheveled appearance that triumphant feeling went right out of the window. turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought nothing could get worse, the rubberband holding up my unruly hair broke. i missed the bus stop i was suppose to alight &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(second bus ride) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and had to walk 4 bus stops in darkness, freaking myself out with my vivid imagination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my little misadventure finally ended at mel's house, where her dad's wake was held, the second funeral i've attended since the start of the year. we carried a heavy heart throughout the simple yet&lt;/span&gt; dignified service, couldn't help but wonder at the unpredictability of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang, i'm getting emo here. sighs. just hope everything will turn out fine for mel. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how could i forget...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SER &amp;amp; ABEL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-8939800984272488783?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8939800984272488783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8939800984272488783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/06/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-7523796225234576487</id><published>2007-06-19T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:02:56.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-exam nerves</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*one week left*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the start of my nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midyear exams. *sigh* just took a peek at my schedule, stashed under piles and piles of books (gladly forgotten), until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25jun - economics&lt;br /&gt;26jun - chemistry 3&lt;br /&gt;27jun - mathematics 1&lt;br /&gt;28jun - biology 1/2&lt;br /&gt;29jun - mathematics 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*weekends + youth day* ^o^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3jul - chemistry 1/2 , biology 3 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i am soo gonna die.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally detest the paper 1/2/3 system. ugh. my torture could have been shortened to a week! and econs! for first paper! omg. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah is bubbling with a plethora of complaints now. don't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. happy birthday june!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-7523796225234576487?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7523796225234576487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7523796225234576487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/06/pre-exam-nerves.html' title='pre-exam nerves'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-6674584972084468934</id><published>2007-06-17T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:06:17.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scrabbling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="scrabble tiles" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/scrabble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never ceased to amaze myself by my godly hand. *crack up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-6674584972084468934?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6674584972084468934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6674584972084468934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/06/scrabbling.html' title='scrabbling'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-6061995414892601108</id><published>2007-06-16T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T15:23:55.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my kind of day</title><content type='html'>it's always so rare to have the entire house to myself. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always enjoyed being at home alone. no disturbances - shrills from the annoying tv set, loud bubbly conversations of someone over the phone or noisy preparations for dinner &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which its fantastic smells i do not hate)&lt;/span&gt;. suffice to say, there are no lack of activities when the boisterous members of my family are around. and lady luck's definitely on my side today, cos those monstrous things at the adjacent construction site have been on silent mode. hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up till now, i've spent my day feasting on chocolates, reading aloud my notes, throwing imaginary stones at the wall opposite my dining &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(carved with protests at the injustice of studying during hols)&lt;/span&gt; and using the comp to my heart's content. and i've decided to halt all study plans &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cos i need a break)&lt;/span&gt;, switch over to couch potato mode, and curl up with one of the latest heart-seizing paperback thrillers later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's my kind of saturday. *happy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-6061995414892601108?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6061995414892601108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6061995414892601108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-kind-of-day.html' title='my kind of day'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-7379425226704818863</id><published>2007-06-15T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T01:13:04.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the green spiky things</title><content type='html'>sarah is a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure if it fits the bill. but there are no other phrases i could churn out that accurately pins this particular trait of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when shit happens to people. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ok, that's normal) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i watch a movie/drama or while reading, each time the story twists and drops the characters into a pot of hot soup, i cringe. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(well, it sounds normal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i totally stop watching until the character is out of the pinch, or quickly flip the pages of the book till it's happy ever after again. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(o__o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do this so often, i didn't realise until today, when i skipped an episode of my fav show&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;to&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;do &lt;em&gt;homework&lt;/em&gt;, because i know something bad is gonna happen. a ridiculous trade-off apparently. but digging deeper, there seems be a slight implication here -- &lt;em&gt;i seem to run away from problems&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, new character flaw. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="the green spiky things" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/greenspikes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for those who watch &lt;em&gt;yulebaifenbai&lt;/em&gt;, we tried. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-7379425226704818863?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7379425226704818863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7379425226704818863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/06/green-spiky-things.html' title='the green spiky things'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-5695717607190299288</id><published>2007-06-13T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:18:09.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia</title><content type='html'>quick updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. edwin has flown off to add on to china's overflowing population.&lt;br /&gt;o2. kenneth is out of tekong! which leads to...&lt;br /&gt;o3. ksession at partyworld with ying, ken, xiaojun and beng.&lt;br /&gt;o4. serangoon is a shroom farm. (confirmed by xiaojun)&lt;br /&gt;o5. i'm still lagging behind the study schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having insomnia lately. 4hrs of sleep in 5days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone -anyone- kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-5695717607190299288?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5695717607190299288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/5695717607190299288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/06/insomnia.html' title='insomnia'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-1170034062325414595</id><published>2007-06-06T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:07:02.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stealing apples</title><content type='html'>if only the ethos of the day did not place such importance in education. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes. i'm not supposed to use the comp now. feel like i'm stealing apples. (you know.. adam and eve?) but i was unable to quell the strong temptation and gave in after serious bouts of internal conflict. up till now, all lousy attempts at studying were abortive and it's time, i think, to start more draconian measures. or i can just kiss the midyr exams byebye. (study)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are no happening news lately, except maybe for the G8 summit and china's latest attempt at poisoning the world. well, at least none that directly affects me. been seeing more of ying and the gang lately, something i really really missed. haha. afterall, it was such a huge change - from practically living in her house to occasional meetings. but i shall be content with the present state. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to watch the 9 o'clock show. *ahem* i meant.. off to study. really! =x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-1170034062325414595?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1170034062325414595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1170034062325414595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/06/stealing-apples.html' title='stealing apples'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-2440760901106343000</id><published>2007-06-05T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:50:31.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;we treated bingy to a scrumptious meal at swensens because it was his birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="firehouse happy birthday sundae!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/bingysundaes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy 19th birthday to you! ^o^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;service at that particular branch was not worth mentioning. the waiter, who left us stranded at the counter, did nothing to assuage our opinion. rather, it was like giving the last shreds of their reputation a final spit in the face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="kawaii~" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/cutelion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for ying, it was love at first sight to this little guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to meet edwin at cine for a game of pool. i was sooo hooked onto LocoRoco, an unbelivably cute PSP game, that i didn't join in their session of "ball-poking".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. i've watched happy feet! ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-2440760901106343000?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2440760901106343000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2440760901106343000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-feet.html' title='happy feet'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-4492412568977331976</id><published>2007-06-02T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:53:46.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day in the sun</title><content type='html'>my cable modem died on me last thursday and i got clobbered on my head with a sudden revelation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't live without my comp! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, definitely not during the hols, when you've got this amazing load of free time - of cos, i'm suppose to invest it in books. but.. ugh, no way. it must be books AND comp, or the deal is off. a healthy invididual should not -i repeat, &lt;em&gt;should not&lt;/em&gt;- be able to survive purely by absorbing nutrients through the digestion of books (textbooks, that is.) yeah, i'm lucky i didn't get chronic malnutrition. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went sentosa on wednesday for a little sunbathing. *grins* well, i am compelled to get rid of all the ugly tan lines! at first it was only yan and i, cos we're too embarrassed about our unshapely figures (which turns out to be only mine). but ahma overheard our secret mission to the beach and decided she was not to be left out. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the other 5darlings: it wasn't exactly preplanned. so didn't call you guys along. sorry! the next time, you bet i'll do. get ur bathing suits ready~ ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="our motley crew" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/babes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="submerged feet" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/inwater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="ahma's shades" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/redshades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;we headed to vivocity for some very very late lunch, which really suggests why we were starving. and guess what we saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="LAMBORGHINI" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/lamborghini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;yeah, the very first lamborghini i've ever seen! well, asides from the television - &lt;em&gt;duh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-4492412568977331976?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4492412568977331976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4492412568977331976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-in-sun.html' title='a day in the sun'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-8396345752956922360</id><published>2007-05-29T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:32:29.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simple encounters</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you've made my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*floats around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP IS OVER. gosh. i love gp papers because they don't really require you to study for it. BUT i also happen to hate them the most because it's sooo unpredictable. especially for paper one, if you bumped into a writer's block.... *winced* so glad i've cleared that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;west plaza -or more specifically, its foodcourt- was flooded with mj students today. due to the closure of our canteen for some major transformations, everyone flocked there for some quick lunch before rushing back for the econs lecture. there's something really wrong with my tastebuds today. everything tastes weird. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. after a year half at mjc, i didn't know you could &lt;strong&gt;walk&lt;/strong&gt; to west plaza. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*oops*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs lecture was interesting, although the lecturer was boring. she had this fondness of repeating phrases previously mentioned like.. five minutes ago? haha. from another perspective, it was rather entertaining though. plus there were alot of underlying currents of &lt;em&gt;electricity&lt;/em&gt; going around in the lecture theatre. so overall, sarah was kept amused. (not that i didn't cheer when we were dismissed earlier than expected. hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to the library to stock up books~ i'm going to pick one to bring tmr! *excited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! before it slip my mind.. this is to applaud &lt;strong&gt;ahma&lt;/strong&gt; (aka tracy) for her guts to do what she'd been wanting to do for eons! you rock my socks, shoes and slippers! *cheerios*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-8396345752956922360?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8396345752956922360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8396345752956922360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/05/simple-encounters.html' title='simple encounters'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-2417523660806116335</id><published>2007-05-25T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:57:38.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;soccer results: MJC lost to RJC 1-0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole sch went down to support the team yesterday. both teams didn't play very well though. it was quite boring, until tension set in when rj got a ball in. there simply wasn't enough time to get even by then. but hey! they played their best and got us a free school day. definitely no complaints from me. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="at the entrance" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/ahma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="feel the meridian might!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/feelthemeridianmight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;we were the first batch to reach the national stadium. nothing to do, we started loitering around, walking the perimeter of the entire stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="JUMP!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/jumpingforjoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;yan and i, plus ahma who joined us later, found a perfect windy spot. so we hid there for almost half an hour until it was time for the match. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="national stadium" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/nationalstadium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;though we lost, we cheered like mad. and when friday was announced a holiday, i guess everyone lost their heads. hahaha. while waiting for our turn to leave, it was &lt;strong&gt;very expected&lt;/strong&gt; of S304 to start camwhoring. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="blurred" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/halftheclass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="spastic_" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/group2jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="LOVE" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/LOVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;the stadium is really beautiful at night. too bad i realised that too late. it's going to be demolished soon. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went suntec for dinner. it was hard to find seats for 18, but we managed. we were so noisy, it made the fastfood restaurant sound like a cemetry after we left. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilovethosepeeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-2417523660806116335?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2417523660806116335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2417523660806116335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/05/soccer-finals.html' title='soccer finals'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-6002987678552339174</id><published>2007-05-22T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T00:11:51.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid things like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;density = surface area x height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah is developing a highly degenerative brain disorder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still can't believe i wrote that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-6002987678552339174?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6002987678552339174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6002987678552339174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/05/stupid-things-like-this.html' title='stupid things like this'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-6919393097232321359</id><published>2007-05-20T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:59:19.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spidey</title><content type='html'>i've watched&lt;strong&gt; spiderman3&lt;/strong&gt;, and feeling extremely relieved for ignoring all the negative comments about this particular movie. &lt;em&gt;sugoi~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to marina square to watch spidey3 with kakwai, weide and junjun. the other tennis peeps were either not interested or not free. popcorn only left a third when the show started, and then became too engrossed to eat or drink. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S thanks for the tissue kakwai~ =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that rushed back to school to watch the &lt;strong&gt;music xtraodinaire&lt;/strong&gt;. xiaoludou (the superstar runnerup?) was there! *faints* he's uber &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. overall, i enjoyed myself more than i expected to be. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="in the dark" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/xtraordinaire2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; jorim gave me this unforgettable sweet that spent five seconds in my mouth and the rest of its lifetime in the dustbin. for that five short seconds, my lips swell and my tongue had this stinging sensation that lasted for at least an hour. of course, jorim knew about the effects &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he gave it to me. thanks ah... -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="the culprit" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/spicysweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; i'm nice. i'll give you a prewarning. avoid this at all costs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-6919393097232321359?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6919393097232321359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6919393097232321359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/05/spidey.html' title='spidey'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-8341917864228401666</id><published>2007-05-16T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:10:41.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colorgenics</title><content type='html'>got this link to a colourgenics test from ying's blog. it's awfully long. yet awfully accurately. so much that it almost made my hair stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;You work hard, seeking success. You are self-sufficient and in spite of all the trials and tribulations that have beset you in the past you carry on regardless.. You are one to be admired because you pursue your objectives single-mindedly and with initiative. You know that you can 'do it' and what is more, you will - without necessarily being dependent upon the goodwill of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;'need to be needed'&lt;/strong&gt;. As an idealist you are intolerant of anything short of special consideration from those close to you. If you do not get what you seek you are apt to become reclusive and you will close the doors on all those within your sphere of influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a friend - a close friend - and you are willing to become emotionally involved with the right person, but you are very demanding and particular in your choice of partners. You are &lt;strong&gt;constantly looking for reassurance&lt;/strong&gt; and it is perhaps because of this that you tend to be somewhat argumentative, but you try to hold back - &lt;strong&gt;careful to avoid open conflict&lt;/strong&gt; - since this might reduce your prospects of realising your hopes of establishing a warm caring relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever has caused the situation, you just don't seem to be able to sustain or maintain relationships as you would wish to. What you really seek is to be able to develop a relationship with someone with whom you can truly share: Love, Serenity, Peace and Quiet. But you are a very demanding person and it is your nature that leads to disquiet and discord: you are like the tide, flotsam and jetsam... &lt;strong&gt;One minute you experience 'highs' and a few moments later 'lows'&lt;/strong&gt;. This obviously will introduce discord into any relationship and with this demanding attitude - the ideal state you desire is unable to develop. Despite the urge to gratify your natural desires, you impose a considerable self-restraint on your instincts in the belief that this demonstrates your superiority and raises you above the common herd. You are extremely critical of everything that is presently going on around you and you find it difficult to listen to or to take advice from anyone. You enjoy the original, the ingenious and the subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to be respected as an exceptional individual. This is the only way that you can hope to achieve the status that you wish to achieve. You set yourself very high standards - and come what may - you abide by them.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th may, a really bad day that don't deserved to be remembered. so guess what? i'll just sleep everything that happened today off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-8341917864228401666?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8341917864228401666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8341917864228401666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/05/colorgenics.html' title='colorgenics'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-2310781104932775047</id><published>2007-05-13T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:55:38.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alexander mcqueen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexander McQueen: Autumn/Winter collection 2006 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="McQueen: Autumn/Winter 2006" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/mcqueen_autwin06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i've already gushed &lt;strong&gt;alot&lt;/strong&gt; over this last year, but i'm still soooo obsessive about it! its just soooooo cute. *squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dream dress. but it's a mcqueen, so the dream remains a dream. &gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-2310781104932775047?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2310781104932775047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2310781104932775047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/05/alexander-mcqueen.html' title='alexander mcqueen'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-4816808840806380027</id><published>2007-05-12T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T23:31:13.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tennis update</title><content type='html'>the tennis season has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reasons to be happy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. no more trainings.&lt;br /&gt;o2. my afternoon naps!&lt;br /&gt;o3. time to catch up on studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reasons not to be happy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. no more trainings. &lt;em&gt;(contradictory? yeah i know)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o2. no more extra workouts to burn fats.&lt;br /&gt;o3. my life is now officially ONLY filled with tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we're TOP6! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-4816808840806380027?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4816808840806380027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4816808840806380027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/05/tennis-update.html' title='tennis update'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-8873442717129839135</id><published>2007-05-02T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T22:33:01.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idiocy</title><content type='html'>stupid people do stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like missing out on a question when there were only 3 on the test paper. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i attempted all the questions, chances are i'll either barely pass or fail. what's more for not doing one-third of the paper? *groans* gosh.. i think i've surpassed any requirements to set up an idiot club or something. x__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rallied with abby today after training. so rare that we could have the court to ourselves. after training for doubles for soo long, i've missed playing singles. well, technically speaking i don't have what it takes to play a good singles match yet... but! i still prefer to play singles. sue me. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIO SPA IS ON THE 16TH OF MAY. KILL ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-8873442717129839135?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8873442717129839135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8873442717129839135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/05/idiocy.html' title='idiocy'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-1490655810153121386</id><published>2007-05-01T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:04:35.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>officially eighteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sarah ong is officially eighteen~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayy. i had so much fun, ate so much cakes, got so much greetings and felt sooo loved in the past 2 days! before i start spamming photos, i would like to dish out my thanks. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[AHS]&lt;/strong&gt;ying. xinyi. jorim. kwang. quan. justin. colin. chengtheng. violet. tongling. felicia. kelvin. jeffrey. zhirong. jiesheng. &lt;strong&gt;[06S304]&lt;/strong&gt;serser. yan. ahma. ahtan. ahyuan. karen. corine. yisen. jianrong. quan. kwang. haniff. faizal. qiqi. liwen. wanchin. peizhen. yijie. huiwen. yangzi. lihuay. xinying. liting.&lt;strong&gt; [tennisrecre]&lt;/strong&gt;junjun. darren. kakwai. weide. alan. &lt;strong&gt;[tennisgirls]&lt;/strong&gt;abby. pearl². sam. trix. bev. phoebe. geraldine. hazel. sherns. cat. &lt;strong&gt;[LPS]&lt;/strong&gt;kianhwee. jiawei. yeongwhee. zhengpan. minxing. adeline. chokkee. linxun. jingting. &lt;strong&gt;[cell]&lt;/strong&gt;sam. melissa. jorim. xinyi. adriel. jeremy. judith. &lt;strong&gt;[CDC]&lt;/strong&gt;bingy. toyz. kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**if your name was not mentioned it was because of sarah's short term memory. apologies! =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSG treated me to a scrumptious meal at the restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;official cake of the year. *yayy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="NO. that's not me." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/piggycake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="my slice. o.O" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/oneslice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i drew what i was feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="happy? you bet." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/smileycake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="xinyi and i" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/brightlight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**the other photos are with xinyi, so have to.. wait. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the primary sch peeps gave me such a shock (it's a happy one though) when they bought me a cake to celebrate with me. *touched*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="icecream cake!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/secondcakey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;we all forgot to take photos! &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those 7dearies from S304 also gave me another cake! LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="alittlemelted" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/tiramisu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="right after PE. messyhair~" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/groupbdae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="the long-awaited" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/ayuabest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the "watering" ceremony my guniang sister (abby) gave, the tennis girls gave me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="the biggest card of the year" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/tenniscard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bingy, ying, jorim and beng laid an ambush at my house. haha. man was i surprise to see them when i stepped through the door. X__X hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="that doublechoc donut was incredible" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/donuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gifts from all my sweeties~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="presents" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/therest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="courtesy of my sis~" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/newshades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="iLOVEthoserecrepeeps." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/keyheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is the best birthday i ever had. i love you guys! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-1490655810153121386?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1490655810153121386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1490655810153121386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/05/sarah-ong-is-officially-eighteen-yayy.html' title='officially eighteen'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-2723052950175787084</id><published>2007-04-29T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:07:23.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we made it!</title><content type='html'>yesterday, there was a mad rush to complete junjun's present. a 500piece jigsaw puzzle in less than 24 hours. sound easy? wait till you see the puzzle.. three quarters of the picture was the sky. BLUE. that was all we could see after staring at it for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="pretty, isn't it?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/jigsaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;start: 2130, 27th april 2007&lt;br /&gt;end: 1600, 28th april 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the tennis recre peeps came over my house to do the puzzle overnite. despite being sleepless and dead tired, we completed it~ i feel sooo accomplished! although all my plans to study were compromised, i was glad we decided to do it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;junjun:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thanks for sharing your birthday with me and giving me the balloon! and you're NOT a social reject. *rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-2723052950175787084?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2723052950175787084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2723052950175787084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-made-it.html' title='we made it!'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-1715685076162595600</id><published>2007-04-26T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:15:20.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired people do weird things</title><content type='html'>i didn't know what overcame me today. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's all the pressure building up throughout this horrendous week. staying up late doing tutorials but not completing them despite burning the midnight oil, getting those evil glares from tutors, looking at empty lecture notes and not comprehending the lecturers at all. so being tired, frustrated and stressed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i broke down in front of a rather clueless teacher who was in the midst of finding faults with my attire. x__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was totally spontaneous. you know, a crying-dynamically feasible reaction. i stunned both the teacher and myself, i think. it was only after reassuring her i'm totally fine before i headed for the next class. although i felt better after that, i seriously think i should not pull that stunt again. at least &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; when there are audiences around. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, luckily nobody noticed. except ser, that is. &lt;em&gt;thanks for your tissues, darling!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MJC DANCE GOT GOLD. CONGRATS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-1715685076162595600?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1715685076162595600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1715685076162595600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/04/tired-people-do-weird-things.html' title='tired people do weird things'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-1468212891985066152</id><published>2007-04-23T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:30:51.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wakeup call</title><content type='html'>today's training was so demoralising, my moods are way down at the bottom of the well now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its a wakeup call for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't as if i didn't know how i was suppose to play, but for some apparent reason, i just couldn't do it. its been a year and a half? and i'm nowhere near what i envisioned myself to be. to put it harsher, i'm such a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now, i &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; told her not to place me in the lineup, but i earnestly want to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-1468212891985066152?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1468212891985066152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1468212891985066152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/04/wakeup-call.html' title='wakeup call'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-2450244819942585127</id><published>2007-04-22T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:08:31.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a fresh beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;new layout! =)) finally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall blog more when i get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got home. whew. *tired*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.... as i was saying &lt;em&gt;(hours ago)&lt;/em&gt; PS has a new layout! wheee. i started out wanting to do a one featuring my dear dear ryo-chan or oguri-kun! but alas, i couldn't find a picture i really like so.. tada! i got this instead. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="busride to MI" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/tennis-MI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="outing at settlers' cafe" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/tennisrecre-cafe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(hover for captions)&lt;/em&gt; =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-2450244819942585127?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2450244819942585127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2450244819942585127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/04/fresh-beginning.html' title='a fresh beginning'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-8452666907735185943</id><published>2007-04-21T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:26:34.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do we really have a choice?</title><content type='html'>people who &lt;strong&gt;study&lt;/strong&gt; are just choosing the lesser of the 2 evils:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(1) starve. die immediately.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2) brain overload. die later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the choice is obvious. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. do we &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; have a choice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-8452666907735185943?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8452666907735185943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8452666907735185943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-we-really-have-choice.html' title='do we really have a choice?'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-2511371904128461650</id><published>2007-04-19T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:59:17.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gold with honours</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AHS guitar got gold with honours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. i'm totally over the moon~ *floating floating*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from this exhilarating news, today was a relatively (okay.. try &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt;) boring day. i was dragging my lethargic self around school, trying not to be seduced into dreamland during lessons and at the same time killing all my brain cells in an attempt to make coherent conversation with people. *kill me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned i simply cannot multi-task? o__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what? i'm not the only walking zombie today. haha. sometime during GP the entire class had their heads on the table. &lt;em&gt;*ahem*&lt;/em&gt; at least i slept &lt;strong&gt;discreetly&lt;/strong&gt;. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tennis training today was ok. rallied for quite some time, then played reaction tennis with hazel. it was super hilarious, and not to mention really fun. *grins* but i'm sooo guilty cos hazel got hit on her mouth and her braces nicked her lip a little. there was blood! ahh. sorry darling~ &gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abi and i accompanied trix for a little run after that cos trix was upset about something and running was her way of destressing. running on the tracks at nite is a refreshing experience. lols. i shall do that sometime again. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is the most crucial match for the girls. wish us luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-2511371904128461650?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2511371904128461650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2511371904128461650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/04/gold-with-honours.html' title='gold with honours'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-6968959882327673009</id><published>2007-04-18T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:16:03.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetness</title><content type='html'>i've unearthed a new revelation about myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah is a sucker for sweetness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be it food or things. but especially people. =)) you'll get this tingling feeling of being cared for -&lt;em&gt;be it guy or girl&lt;/em&gt;- and it makes me feel exceptionally warm in here. *points to heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;previously, i was rather cynical about finding true friends in jc. those that can take your crap, sit for hours just to chat about mundane matters and don't mind doing stupid things together. but i'm sooo glad my peeps are able to shoot that down, and truely letting me realise that i am too, surrounded by people who care and... i love them too! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomness. =x and sarah has finally gotten her new racket~ wheee. post a pic up next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. MJC won MI~ yayy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-6968959882327673009?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6968959882327673009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6968959882327673009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/04/sweetness.html' title='sweetness'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-2691311899010555170</id><published>2007-04-12T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:12:39.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture spamming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just cleared my phone of photos that are way past their due. so time for pic-spamming. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great weather today. &lt;em&gt;note the sarcasm. &lt;/em&gt;took this in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="darkclouds" src="http://h1.ripway.com/snozgarbage/darkclouds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was clarin aka ahtan's 18th birthday on 11april! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="primadeli cake!" src="http://h1.ripway.com/snozgarbage/ahtancake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MJC WON TPJC! wahaha. took this from abigail's blog. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="theGIRLS" src="http://h1.ripway.com/snozgarbage/TENNIS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more photos on movie marathon. everyone LOVES wearing specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/snozgarbage/movie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;haha. thats all for today! ciao~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-2691311899010555170?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2691311899010555170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2691311899010555170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/04/picture-spamming.html' title='picture spamming'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-3221269239626501947</id><published>2007-04-10T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:14:44.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginning</title><content type='html'>ohmy. ohmy. ohmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first official match starts tomorrow. i'm soo jittery, i'm starting to get on my own nerves. a thousand what ifs are running through my mind and i don't have a single clue how to stop them. ahhhh. *pulls hair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally freaking out. X__X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. shall go make a checklist of what-to-bring tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*MJC.......... jiayou jiayou jiayou!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-3221269239626501947?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/3221269239626501947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/3221269239626501947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/04/beginning.html' title='the beginning'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-3683071669821061661</id><published>2007-04-08T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:21:56.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want PoT</title><content type='html'>ehargh. some hateful, selfish people had deprived all prince of tennis fans &lt;em&gt;(me! me!)&lt;/em&gt; the chance to watch the latest episode by reporting the videos, so they were deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my only source of PoT videos cos i don't download videos through bittorent anymore. *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any kind soul willing to send me the videos? &gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've preordered the last and final book of harrypotter. mama is going to get it for me as my birthday present! *jumps* omg. i'm going to die of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripway.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://h1.ripway.com/snozgarbage/harrypotter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-3683071669821061661?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/3683071669821061661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/3683071669821061661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-want-pot.html' title='i want PoT'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-4660521775916603666</id><published>2007-04-07T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:10:56.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>incoherent summary</title><content type='html'>movie marathon.&lt;br /&gt;lunching with church.&lt;br /&gt;primary sch gathering.&lt;br /&gt;visiting guitar jrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so freaking tired, i'm going back to sleep after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie marathon was okay. not as interesting as anticipated. i totally freaked out halfway when they announced that they are going to play a horror film. i stucked my earphones, blasted music and attempted to sleep (to no avail). the hall was so freaking cold i went out at 6am to sit at the stairs. x__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan and i &lt;strong&gt;tried&lt;/strong&gt; to take a photo at the darky-lit hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="failed attempt" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/superdark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my first subway cheese steak in parmesan oregano, half a white macadamia (is that how you spell it?) nut cookie and another half of a chocolate chip cookie for lunch with CG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went parkway pooling with those pri sch peeps. poor zhengpan had to work. he joined us much later when we went to pasir ris for dinner. had a taste of what a waitress was like when i helped the guys pick out their choice of bread at four leaves. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime during the day i wanted to strangle kianhwee and yeongwhee, for multifarious reasons i rather not elaborate on. after that i got torn between guilt and laughter when i accidentally hit the bread kianhwee was eating out of his hand. i was &lt;strong&gt;soo&lt;/strong&gt; sorry for depriving him of half his dinner (or his chance to trade that for an eggtart) but it was hilarious and the shocked look on his face was priceless. *snickers* then we walked to whitesands and talked till 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard the syf pieces AH going to play on the 19th. not bad i guess, but still room for improvement. there's a lot to say about the attitude of some of the jrs, but i shan't be too critical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting &lt;strong&gt;prince'&lt;/strong&gt;s newest version of tennis rackets. ms suey is getting it for me, plus a discount. yayy! *jumps about in joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AUNTY REMY~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="blueberry cake &lt;3" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/auntybdae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-4660521775916603666?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4660521775916603666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4660521775916603666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/04/incoherent-summary.html' title='incoherent summary'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-7718626641441384548</id><published>2007-04-01T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T12:04:42.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jolly shandy</title><content type='html'>yesterday was an extremely hectic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the tennis girls in the late morning to pick out the jerseys&lt;em&gt; (outfits?)&lt;/em&gt; at queensway. on the way, hazel entertained us with a very silly game and geraldine was making our hair stand with corny pickup lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;geraldine: do you have a plaster?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;us: why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;geraldine: cos i fell for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(back to jersey-shopping)&lt;/em&gt; there were lots of shops but all had limited stock so we had to check at every store. cat and i didn't get our fbt shorts. sam got her long-awaited bag and flip-flops. trixie and i each sneaked a waffle. and bev was still looking for her wallet when we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to meet yan and ahma to redo the blocktest. i am still clueless by the reason behind redoing the questions. if i couldn't do them during the exam, what makes you think i can do them now? weird. ate popeye for the first time yesterday. chicken strips were deliciously cripsy~ but i don't find fascination with the buttermilk biscuit. &lt;em&gt;(don't kill me.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pulled yan to TM to check out stuff, but the store was closed for the day. &lt;em&gt;(i have to go back again later.)&lt;/em&gt; yan, determined to abuse her 18-yr-old authority, haughtily strode into cheers, only to find limited choices of alcoholic drinks available. in the end, she treated me to a can of &lt;em&gt;(very noob)&lt;/em&gt; jolly shandy. lols. we thought it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked home! haha. not because we wanted to save on the miserable bus fare. yan didn't want to reach home so early, and i had time to spare. so we started walking. there was this shortcut that leads to a darkly-lit, freaky pathway that cuts through the park. but timids we were, so we took the cowards way out and followed the long, brightly-lit road along the expressway. we sang and talked all the way to keep the dark at bay. it was ridiculously fun but we decided not to do it often. cos it takes out the element of surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've discussed with mama. she said i could get a new racket, provided i pay her back in installments. no more extra after school entertainment for me. but it's all worthwhile~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ser min's new blog's up! *check out link at &lt;strong&gt;exits&lt;/strong&gt;* yayy. another blog to read. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-7718626641441384548?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7718626641441384548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7718626641441384548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/04/jolly-shandy.html' title='jolly shandy'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-4482189989083040706</id><published>2007-03-30T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:44:52.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funeral</title><content type='html'>i really hate the feeling of going to a funeral. it signifies a finality to a fact that you can't accept. yet brings back a surge of fresh hurt and grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried for someone didn't know today. it nearly killed me for bottling up my questions. i wanted to know why. but i feared that my questions would intrude on the grief others, afraid that my inquisitiveness is salt on their wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take comfort, for she's with the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-4482189989083040706?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4482189989083040706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4482189989083040706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/03/funeral.html' title='funeral'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-7802002796019475521</id><published>2007-03-28T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:12:56.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday yan!</title><content type='html'>exams have ended sometime ago. and i took this entire period to relax a little. took tons of photos that i shall share -- from the most recent ones. hover for captions~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th march -- chee yanhong is officially 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="birthday girl" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/yan_cakejpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we threw her a surprise celebration. scared her senseless. haha. she got herself an even bigger surprise after. but that's for me to know and for her to tell. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="group shot" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/group_bdae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="yan and i" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/yanme_bdae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was also cca recruitment day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="tennis flyer!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/tennis_flyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd march -- wei de's 19th birthday + tennis outing&lt;br /&gt;(photos are with junjun... took a few random shots though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="cindy and i" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/cindime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="i just &lt;3 huge shades." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/hugespecs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="jun and my half-hidden face." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/junme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd march -- econs lecture + movie at ahma's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="chocolates from lecture" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/fish_chocoloates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we felt horribly obliged to make full use of available resources - like her mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="perfect!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/mirror_group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i spotted &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="*cuddles*" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/bigbear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahma, is obsessive about being organized. even toilets don't escape her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="the toilet's nametag! =))" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/restroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then headed for compass point for dinner. on the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="in the lift.." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/liftshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little lopsided, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="at the platform..." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/slanted_group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the train...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="how about rambutans?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/nodurians.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i received an extremely depressing news about a friend. though we're not close, even to the extent that i've never spoken more than a &lt;em&gt;hello &lt;/em&gt;to him, i still felt horribly disturbed by his loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i say to him? what words could soothe his pain? what can an almost stranger-like friend do to make him feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;troubled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-7802002796019475521?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7802002796019475521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7802002796019475521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/03/exams-have-ended-sometime-ago.html' title='happy birthday yan!'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-6659653092043113749</id><published>2007-03-21T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T13:30:47.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain in the neck... literally.</title><content type='html'>i was afflicted with a severe crick in the neck for dilligently poring over the chemistry paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three bloody hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/examsinprogress.jpg" border="0" alt="it says it all"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-6659653092043113749?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6659653092043113749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6659653092043113749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/03/pain-in-neck-literally.html' title='pain in the neck... literally.'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-7573622763860131958</id><published>2007-03-20T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:14:23.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>start of block tests!</title><content type='html'>economics. biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-7573622763860131958?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7573622763860131958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/7573622763860131958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/03/start-of-block-tests.html' title='start of block tests!'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-3012881009928980931</id><published>2007-03-12T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:43:47.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>incomprehensible</title><content type='html'>new layout! yayy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after some thought i decided to get this up before i'm declared dead for exams next week. *grins* having a period of "wu-zun hotness", which explains his inevitable presence as highlight of my design~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabbed the scans off COLOUR magazine and as usual, due to my untrackable history of resources, i am unable to tell you where i've gotten everything from. so spot anything of yours, drop a note and credits will be given duly. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was general paper. horrendously, mind-boggling paper that didn't make sense simply because i don't understand. ugh. i don't give a twit about the political existence of blogs. it's just private space isn't it? x__x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-3012881009928980931?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/3012881009928980931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/3012881009928980931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/03/incomprehensible.html' title='incomprehensible'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-56512145658892050</id><published>2007-03-09T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:28:02.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally decided</title><content type='html'>i got into the team~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly almost regretted when i thought of all the physical training, but it was a rare chance i didn't want to miss it. so i said yes. hopefully everything will be fine. &gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that vigourous and horrendous training, i went for my primary school gathering, and i mean the entire 2001 batch. lols. it was really interesting to see alot of familiar-looking people, but you don't really quite remember their names. haha. didn't intend to stay over but they managed to persuade me anyway. i was glad i did.. it was fun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS layout going to change soon (as soon as i get the coding out). but it might some time since block test is 2weeks away. so this march hols are purely for mugging. sad life. wish me luck. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*took a little sidetrip to Candy Empire!* &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="chocolate eggs" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/colourfulchocs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="ROWS of chocolates" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/rowsofchocs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="JARS of chocolates" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/jarsofchocs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. rows, jars, bottles, shelves and drawers of chocolates. man, that's &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; kind of world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-56512145658892050?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/56512145658892050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/56512145658892050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-decided.html' title='finally decided'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-1920698175932841160</id><published>2007-03-03T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:29:26.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to switch or not to switch?</title><content type='html'>today commences the start of my three-day holiday. whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dismay, i got up relatively early today. ugh! but at least i spent a considerably satisfying amount of time in front of the computer, catching up on all the lost time.&lt;br /&gt;sarah heart comp~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a little small (cos i resized it to fit here) but cool right? lols. i felt really weird standing in front of that mirror though. but it's all in the name of fun, so who cares anyway right? *grins* &lt;em&gt;to those darlings in the photo: you can get the full sized one from me online =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've made a decision to frequent the school gym more regularly cos NAPHA is round the corner and i'm no where near the benchmark. sighs. time for some serious workout. *chiong ahh!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now had this sudden urge to switch blogs over to livejournal due a few particularly vital reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1. blogspot is soooo slow&lt;br /&gt;2. archive problem's not solved&lt;br /&gt;3. i like the livejournal community&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. but it's really irritating if i have to switch blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid blogspot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-1920698175932841160?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1920698175932841160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/1920698175932841160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-switch-or-not-to-switch.html' title='to switch or not to switch?'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-6794981462698238067</id><published>2007-02-28T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:21:38.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chingay</title><content type='html'>chingay is history. that means no more busy saturdays! hurray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crowd control was okay. it's the usual menu i guess. acting tough so you won't get roughshod by the public, then getting scolded 'cos something will definitely screw up somewhere. well at least we can dish all the tough problems to the cisco officers. hehe. otherwise, my duty was relatively boring. but at least i got to watch the parade upfront. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i saw ying's sis - natalie! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one sucky thing about being part of the officials - you can't take photos! argh. so basically the photos i took are before and after the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="the chingay duo -- yanjia, me." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/thechingayduo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="lonely bottle on orchard rd" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/lonelybottle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="postparade party" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/lyingontheroad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="emo" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/emo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="going home" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/afterchingay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired. update (with more words) next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S WU ZUN ROCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-6794981462698238067?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6794981462698238067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/6794981462698238067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/02/chingay.html' title='chingay'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-8303680825417854710</id><published>2007-02-20T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:17:15.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>curiousity kills</title><content type='html'>two days of new year gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda enjoyed myself, though it was comparatively more boring than previous years. somehow i don't get the sense of the festive mood that's suppose to be lingering around well... somewhere. haha. it was fun nonetheless, with all the gathering of the interesting cousins of mine. bet ya don't have a seven-year-old cousin pestering you for horror stories every minute of the day. where did all those cute little girls who wanted fairytales disappear to? it was really hilarious, our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cousin: tell me ghost story.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: once there was an old, old house. erm, and there lived a ghost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cousin: then?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: then nothing laa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cousin: then?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: nobody ever saw the ghost lor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cousin: then?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: *mind blank* then cos i also never see before. so i duno maa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cousin: then?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: -___-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we were watching harrypotter movie (the chamber of secrets) on the telly, when she started asking me why the whomping willow can move, why the whomping willow is hitting harry and ron's car, why does the whomping willow have a name and of course, is it a ghost? well, i was stumped. so i told her all violent trees deserves a name. and with that i bailed on her. o___o who was the smart aleck that said we should all be curious? ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yarh. i've gotten a few pictures online. it's all contributed from my hp, cos i haven't uploaded those from my cam. and they are pathetically few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camwhoring with my sibilings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/second.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/cooljoker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/snozgarbage/Photos/blogger/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i should probably get a photo of my own shoes. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other photos will be up when i've found where my cable hide to. hehe. till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-8303680825417854710?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8303680825417854710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8303680825417854710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/02/curiousity-kills.html' title='curiousity kills'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-4272233866832685955</id><published>2007-02-17T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T02:13:24.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrations</title><content type='html'>happy chinese new year! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently in a delirious state. &lt;strong&gt;four&lt;/strong&gt; uninterrupted, peaceful, stress-relieving days of break from school is more than what i would bargain for. to whoever who made this happen... thankyou thankyou thankyou! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yesterday went for an early celebration of ying's birthday, cos it so happens her birthday falls on her study break which implies that she's suppose to be studying instead. =x we wandered aimlessly about tampines, the original meeting place. but ended up at parkway, visiting poor kenneth at isetan crocs where he was dilligently working, and it seems preordained that we would then proceed to indulge in our favourite activity -- kbox! i practically sang like a frog but it was fun! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we met ngeow for dinner -or supper, since it was late- at simpang bedok. throughout the meal, we were all assiduously contributing cold jokes, to increase our own collection, while trying very hard to swallow the spicy &lt;em&gt;mee goreng&lt;/em&gt; we ordered. *gulps* i guess the excitement took a toll on me and i just collapsed in bed the moment i reach home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning i went with yan to far east to get her top and also mine. saw this fabulous skirt selling at 19.90 and they don't have my size! ugh. i've reached the zenith of my unluckiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finished reading &lt;em&gt;papa hemingway&lt;/em&gt;. by my own avowal, it had really taken a ridiculously long time for me to finish this book. and i can't say how relieved i am to have finally completed it. the book started out from when hemingway was a vibrant and strong man who had his own forceful opinions about life and relationships. but as the story progressed (the story consists of the last 14years of his life) you'll see the change in him. a gradual shift towards the weak, vulnerable person that was so contrasting from his younger days, you helpless to feel the impact of ageing. knowing how the story would end, knowing that hemingway committed suicide didn't lessen the blow of that particular scene at ending pages of the biography. there's always this little twinge of regret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. shan't elaborate much. just that those looking for a good biography should probably give this a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppose to wake up real early tomorrow. so that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-4272233866832685955?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4272233866832685955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4272233866832685955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-cny-not-updated.html' title='celebrations'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-691934204606316535</id><published>2007-02-07T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:40:04.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lots of firsts</title><content type='html'>june's back in singapore! haha. rushed over to her house right after tennis yesterday. o__o super tiring. i nearly self-annihilated on the way there. lols. anyway while the mass of us were 'conglomerating' in her living room playing cards and ingesting large amounts of calories, i had my first coke float! okay.. i know what you're thinking. &lt;em&gt;omg, she's like sooo noob. &lt;/em&gt;but i'm not obliged to eat icecream with coke, am i? lols. our dear june made the wrong float for me though. she poured coke with choc icecream instead of vanilla. tasted weird. &gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a good day, cos the lessons were short, sweet and almost painless. boring, but well i can still take a little boredom. *shrugs* i think i died in econs consolidation exercise again. ugh. and i am sooo tempted to go for the london field trip in june. ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, today is also the first tennis outing we had. made our way over to seoul gardens in tampines to pig out. (i'll need to work out extra hard during PE tomorrow. argh.) i enjoyed it loads. haha. lots of good food, talk, laughter and hilarious antics by alan. i love those peeps to bits. hopefully we'll get to go out together sometime sooner! HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. now you can help me figure out what i'm suppose to give to my mortal.... *scratch head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-691934204606316535?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/691934204606316535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/691934204606316535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/02/lots-of-firsts.html' title='lots of firsts'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-8889347759924462216</id><published>2007-02-02T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:51:59.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ready. get set. go!</title><content type='html'>i'm so sick of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody's uploading the subbed version of prince of tennis ova on youtube anymore! argh. i've been waiting for the subs of episode 8 onwards for at least 2mths. even episode 11 is out. and i don't spot any subbed episodes yet. only those stupid raw videos that i can't comprehend at all, with my less-than-minimal grasp on the language. ahhhh. some kindhearted please respond to my plea.... i want subs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, pasir ris park is going to stink to high heavens due to a somewhat large group of sweaty beings.... 'cos mjc is having college road race. LOLS. simply stating my feelings on the upcoming event, i hate running. ugh. but since it's compulsory and i've a sudden urge at making an attempt to burn off all the extra calories so... SARAH ALL THE WAY! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like watching mulan. hahaha. randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; hope you guys enjoyed the videos in the prev entry. i sure hell laughed alot. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta dash. see you peeps around. *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-8889347759924462216?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8889347759924462216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/8889347759924462216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/02/ready-get-set-go.html' title='ready. get set. go!'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-4690451795630275121</id><published>2007-02-01T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:05:59.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loosen up</title><content type='html'>woohoo. sarah's here yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no posts recently since the crash of my computer.. again. and also the hectic school life i'm currently strapped to. haha. but! after spending big bucks on revamping my entire cpu, my comp is alive and kicking now! yippee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yarh. i'm using vista now. cool but it's so ex. *stabs heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the compass workshop today. there were suppose to have 31 courses available to choose but when i went into the portal on the FIRST day of registration, all interesting and acceptable courses were fully booked. damn..... so out of all the uninteresting courses, i picked law, which i did have interest in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked into the lesson workshop today with anticipation. but i left disappointed and dreading the next lesson. the lecturer was boring and all we did was to listen to him blab on about the difference between solicitors and barristers etc. erh wait. that is IF we can hear him cos he speaks soooo softly. rahh. basically i came out learning almost close to nil. i should have gone with my instincts and gone for that computer networking course. ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind. it's just one more of this torturous lesson and i'm free. &gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i watched this at justin's house that day and i really loved it. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pachelbel Rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdxkVQy7QLM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdxkVQy7QLM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="340" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you DEFINITELY have to see this. it's way too hilarious. i have absolutely nothing to say. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTU funny survey feedback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOqXlbWf9Io"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOqXlbWf9Io" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="340" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-4690451795630275121?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4690451795630275121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/4690451795630275121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/02/pachelbel-rant.html' title='loosen up'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30641256.post-2464495275928332498</id><published>2007-01-20T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T00:28:00.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blake - london</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;London&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered thro' each charter'd street,&lt;br /&gt;Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.&lt;br /&gt;And mark in every face I meet&lt;br /&gt;Marks of weakness, marks of woe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every cry of every Man,&lt;br /&gt;In every infants cry of fear,&lt;br /&gt;In every voice: in every ban,&lt;br /&gt;The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the Chimney-sweepsrs cry&lt;br /&gt;Every blackening church appalls,&lt;br /&gt;And the hapless soldiers sigh&lt;br /&gt;Runs in blood down Palace walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most thro' midnight streets I hear&lt;br /&gt;How the youthful Harlots curse&lt;br /&gt;Blasts the new-born infants tear&lt;br /&gt;And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- William Blake -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30641256-2464495275928332498?l=prettyshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2464495275928332498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30641256/posts/default/2464495275928332498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyshells.blogspot.com/2007/01/blake-london.html' title='blake - london'/><author><name>sLurPie ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12933851561755606344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
