<?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-37406177</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:06:08.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-3619565509703659254</id><published>2010-06-02T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T20:11:49.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so a lot of stuff has happened since april. started my new job at sports sch. so far i've been at my desk at the staff room most days but sometimes i get to relieve classes or invigilate tests. it's kinda weird going "5 mins left" or " you can go to your next class". i've even gone on an excursion with a class. to the discovery centre of all places. hadn't been there for over a decade i think. the discovery centre itself wasn't that great, i prefer the science centre. haha. thankfully my class was small, like 7 students. so always kept calling out for my 7 dwarves. though they weren't exactly small. haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apart from work i've been meeting up with the drama mamas and making the most of erica's return. i also went to fiesta where i played some really weird and wet game and got a cardboard on raffia string medal from 3/3. haha. saw chris selling bears and bags, and met her homies and bffs. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh i'm going off to hk next mon with godma. i have no idea what i'm gonna do there, all i have on the itinerary so far is shopping and disneyland. haha. i don't even know how much to bring. thankfully we're staying in aunty leslie's apartment, so savings on accomodation can go to shopping! haha. on a side note, i wish sports sch was like normal schs and had the full 4 weeks of hols. but nope, they only have 2, cause the sch will be disrupted by yog or something like that. so it's straight back to work on mon aft getting back on sat. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news, i realised all my tv shows are all ending! like ending the series completely. i've got one more season of ugly betty, one more of supernatural, and three of smallville left before they're completely complete. how depressing ): but then again when you think that tom welling's been playing clark kent for 9 years already, it kinda puts the length the show's been running for into perspective. but man you have to be a special kind of good looking to be a 30-something playing a 20-something. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-4356835169004779785</id><published>2010-04-24T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T00:38:16.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been a while since i blogged, but that's cause work's been crazy. all i wanna do on my off days is sleep. haha. but that's gonna change soon, cause i've got a new job! haha. it's at sports sch, which is all i can say for fear of breaching some confidentiality thingy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't get me wrong, leaving uss was hard. i'm totally gonna miss the people there. yesterday was my last day, and i'll admit i started to well up when saying bye to everyone at the dinner gathering. ok it wasn't really dinner cause we only met at like 11pm, but you can't help it cause the store closes late. the place was damn cool la, we had the whole top floor to ourselves, and the throw pillows everywhere and low tables. so funky. haha. other than that i'll miss the interacting with guests, esp the cute little kids that come in. yesterday i met this cute little girl named savannah who got one of those bouncy light up balls. she kept throwing it around and giggling. sooooo adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met the girls, including bongy bong, for dinner on thurs. i love meeting them, i always end up with stitches in my sides from laughing so hard. this time we were laughing bout animals, esp octopodes and cats. yes according to oxford, octopodes is the plural for octopus. i just learnt that. another of life's mysteries solved. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-4719239143539764598</id><published>2010-03-28T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:47:19.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently i've been too lazy to blog. going up and down for training is draining. haha that rhymes. well i'll be on day 6 of 10 tmrw. so just abt halfway thru with it. it's been fun so far, don't get me wrong, but coming from a super slack few months of 10 hours of sleep and watching ellen everyday, it's gonna take a little while more to adjust to the new routine. btw i can't remember in the code of conduct the exact specifications abt blogging abt the company so for the time being it'll remain nameless. unless of course i've told you some other way where i'm working.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh so far i've won a prize and gotten a huge blue black on my thigh thanks to the games we've played during the training. the former was when we played human bingo and i got a souvenier charm that i can clip onto stuff, and the latter was when we played musical chairs and in my attempt to sit down i collided into this guy's shoulder. oh and eunice lost her earring amidst the madness that occurred when we played dog and bone. so yeah it can be crazy over there. haha. the people are nice too, it's pretty much my first time in a class with people of varying ages so it's interesting working with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday my family turned everything off at 8.30 for earth hour. well at least the 3 of us tried to. my mom basically couldn't be bothered and turned on whatever whenever she needed it, and only bothered to turn them off when we chided her. so to get away from the boredom my bro and i went to amk hub to watch a movie. well we figured they're gonna show the movie whether we're there or not so it's not really anti-earth hour. so got there with the intention of watching how to train your dragon at 9.20 but it was sold out so we watched the book of eli at 9.55. that kinda defeated the purpose of getting out of the house since the movie only started aft earth hour, but since we walked all the way there we figured we should watch something. haha. the movie was not bad, though the fight scenes got pretty gory aft a while. but if you compare fast paced fight scenes gore with slow paced torture scenes gore like in saw movies, the fast ones are alot better to deal with. even though fast paced gore tends to have lots of flying decapitated heads. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-2511883417975546532</id><published>2010-03-16T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:23:38.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>according to blogger, this is my 100th post! so yay for 100! haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to jb yesterday for a shopping trip. saw shebby singh on the bus there. so minor celebrity moment there. haha. didn't buy much, got 2 polo tees and covered shoes for training. yup training for work next week! they said to dress smart casual, which if you look up on the internet has a gazillion different definitions. so just gonna hope for the best when i turn up and that i'm dressed like the average person there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am going out with the cousins on thurs. i think that's the plan so far, godma hasn't confirmed yet. aft this i need to go check out what kid appropriate movies there are out there to watch with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uni applications are confusing, finished all the online portions and now am just left with paying and sending off documents. i bet unis make a ton of money just from applications alone. haha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-2511883417975546532?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/2511883417975546532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=2511883417975546532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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going out to hang with ppl is quite painful on the ezlink card. at least going up and down for work isn't that bad cause there's money coming in. been topping up my card almost every week now. and i'm still not used to being denied entry into the mrt station when my card has abt 2 bucks in it. there i am thinking 2 bucks is still good for at least one ride. sheesh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than that, may be going off to bangkok with godma some time soon. but depends on the timing, seeing as how i may be potentially employed soon. then i'll have to take leave and all... man i feel old. haha. but i've heard how awesome the shopping is there so really hoping it goes through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-7884832202931359671?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-8398648603576901863</id><published>2010-02-26T00:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:07:20.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week's been a pretty quiet one i guess. started off on mon with a trip to the airport to send pamela off. aft that we, angel, bhavina and i, walked around the airport with her family, going from terminal to terminal. eventually her family went off and we ended up at bk where we sat and talked for quite some time. good bonding and gossiping session. heh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rest of the week thus far has been kinda boring, the only exciting bit was my tudors season 2 marathon. totally fell in love with the opulence and glamour of the tudor era. the costumes were gorgeous! not to mention the people too. haha. totally wouldn't have thought of jrm to play the king, but i guess a non-appealing looking guy would make the king look alot more creepy and pervier, and wouldn't attract as many viewers. haha. but jrm does a great job playing the king, and made me more sympathetic towards henry. oh and they really know how to humanise anne boleyn. knowing how her story ended made me feel a sense of relief initially, when she was all ruthless and mean. i mean most other portrayals of her depict her as a selfish, power hungry b*tch, but here she's more than that. so towards the end, i started to feel for her. other than her there were so many other deaths this season, the opening credits kept getting shorter and shorter cause the main characters were dying off. i think by the end of the season more than a third of the main cast died. yikes. i'm just glad charles brandon's still around. henry cavill! haha. can't wait for seasons 3 and 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next week's results! omg. i'm not sure how to feel. initially, like straight aft a's, i told myself; you have __ months til results, so you can choose to worry now and waste the break or worry later. well the months have turned to weeks, and the weeks now days, so i guess later is here. i'd like to think i've been doing a good job of not thinking abt it, and even when it does come up i try to remain as optimistic as possible. sure the gravity of the situation hits me, esp with relatives asking me what i'd like to do in the future, which is now not that distant a future. but being blissfully aware has been working for me so far, so shall stick to it as long as possible. for all you know this time next week i'll be a fear-filled, anxious insomniac going crazy rocking back and forth in a corner of my room. it could happen, so i'd better hold on tightly to my sanity now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-7272364851101869660</id><published>2010-02-17T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:03:04.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i'm back from malaysia! turned out to actually be a fun trip. though we left as confused bout the function as we came. ok so first day we reached there at abt 9 plus. checked in and met the rest at the buffet dinner, which in ringgit seemed pretty expensive, so when the bill came we all decided we needed to eat a hell of a lot more. haha. simon mama's family came over aft that and we all hanged out at monica athai's room. ate cupcakes and drank wine the whole night. haha. went to bed at abt 3 plus i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day my family woke up at bout 11 plus to take the shuttle bus to a mall. didn't do much shopping, but went into a pet store and played with the animals. they were so cute! there were little kitties and puppies and aiyoh were they adorable. managed to snap a shot of my fave 2 bef the guy stopped me. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/S3v_0Hgvv6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/MLFz8trGItA/s1600-h/Pic(031).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/S3v_0Hgvv6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/MLFz8trGItA/s320/Pic(031).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439222245814681506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/S3v_ziXDs7I/AAAAAAAAAPE/uZfcEeifZTo/s1600-h/Pic(029).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/S3v_ziXDs7I/AAAAAAAAAPE/uZfcEeifZTo/s320/Pic(029).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439222235841934258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute right? sighs... so aft that we got back and prepped for the function. it's suppose to be my aunt's engagement or marriage or something. that's why everyone was confused. but either way when it came to the dancefloor we all had an awesome time. aft that we went back to the hotel, carried out the post mortem and then went to bed, at like 5am. haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next day the car ppl left, so we checked out of the hotel to move to another nearer the city. spent the afternoon at klcc eating a&amp;amp;w's and walking around a bit. then went back to freshen up bef heading to simon mama's place. our cab got ridiculously lost and the guy had to pull over and ask for directions and even call ronny to get there. in the end eventually got there and met our malaysian cousins aft dunno how many years. so caught up with each other and swapped stories bout our lives. left at 2am cause we did have a bus to catch the next day. when i got back i just threw myself on the bed and knocked out. haha. the bus ride back was better in that i pretty much slept the whole way and wasn't bored out of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah that was bascially the trip. it was a good bonding one, with cousins both local and abroad. drama aside, i had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to normal life, i'm applying for a job at the ir. either f&amp;amp;b, retail or crew at universal studios. it's more long term, but again it sounds quite interesting. so will just see how it goes la. only downside is that we've gotta pay cpf, made me realise how old i am already. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/S3v_0Hgvv6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/MLFz8trGItA/s72-c/Pic(031).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-8638477477991375998</id><published>2010-02-09T00:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:54:03.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am currently waiting for my daddy to come back from prawning. which is the prawn version of fishing. have no idea why my dad decided to engage in such a random activity on a week night. haha. latest update is that he'll be back at 1 plus. haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm officially done working at the airshow! been doing security related stuff every day i've been down, mostly helping the cicso ppl with vehicle checks, and working the counter at the scanners. now i know why those ppl at airports that make you scan your bags and go thru the metal detector are so grumpy most of the time, it's bloody tiring and annoying. and ppl can be so inconsiderate, like this guy who spilled his can of milo on my table, then acts like nothing happened. hellooo, there's this big patch of brown liquid on my table thanks to you and you do nothing. had half a mind to throw the rest of the milo in his face. luckily the nice security uncle got me some tissues. after some time i couldn't move my arm beyond a certain point, cause i kept lifting trays and ridiculously heavy bags. and the cameras, man are they huuuge. the kids are quite helpful, always wanting to push the trays and bags in themselves. haha. but they ask alot of questions, "do i need to put my sunglasses/hat/water bottle... etc inside?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the vehicle checkpoint was fun cause we got to play with the explosives dogs. each day they had 2 diff dogs there. met hunter, juno and teddy. hunter's nice, he kept letting me scratch his ear, juno's quite excitable and teddy's very slobbery, but he has the most beautiful black coat. sigh... haha. the cisco ppl there are quite nice. and entertaining. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than work, we attended shamini and sethu's wedding on fri. did reception duty again, my second of three stints. haha. the dinner was quite fun, they hired kumar and gang, a belly dancer and a bhangra troupe for entertainment. found out brenda (technically she's an aunt, but i don't think she likes to be called one, haha) is gonna get married next year, with ceremonies in singapore and france (for his family). so we're gonna start saving up for that trip. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will be off to malaysia over the weekend. not really that eager to go but i can't be the one to complain the most, cause after i get back i'm the one who's the most free, while everyone has to go back to work or school. guess i'll look around for more work. i think the short-term stuff is for me, it doesn't mess with my inner work commitment-phobe. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-8638477477991375998?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/8638477477991375998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=8638477477991375998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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ppl for 10 hours. first i had to direct guests to the exhibition hall, then afterwards had to check if the people entering the airshow had the right passes. oh while checking passes right, a police officer asked me if i wanted a can of h2o he bought. i'm like "err... no thanks". *weirded out attempt at a smile* well he did have a kinda creepy face. no offense to him. then an ang moh man told me i had a nice smile. now he said it with more sincerity, so i wasn't as freaked out by him. pau said i missed my chance at snagging a rich boyfriend. when the dude's like nearly 40. thanks for suggesting pau. hahaha. there was this really cute little boy with blond hair and blue eyes that made him look even more adorable. sigh... some of the guests there are quite amusing, especially the guy who stuck his face in front of mine to ask me why the exhibition wasn't nearer the bus drop off point. "because the layout's like that?" haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;celebrated angel's 21st on sat! man was it fun. i think there's something bout parties held at the temasek club that makes dancefloors seem suuuper looong. felt like we were dancing for forever. so had guestbook duty at the beginning. got to meet her friends, who were all quite friendly and smiley.  then it was last min rehearsals for the dance, which we ended up performing an encore of, with angel doing the whole dance. haha. looking back at the video i didn't know then that my dress was that shiny. haha. danced with kieran towards the end of the dancefloor, his dancing is adorable!!! haha. ended up reaching home at like 4, thank goodness i didn't have work the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-7624412752792496631?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-3537095912976033774</id><published>2010-01-26T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:39:01.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a job! haha. yeah gonna work at the airshow with pau and rinita. now i just need to figure out how i'll be able to survive the first day, the 31st. cause it's angel's 21st the night before, so who knows what time we'll leave the place, then sleep becomes an issue. haha. nevermind i can sleep on the train. haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had 2 dance rehearsals for our finale performance on sat. angel's quite ok with the state of it so i guess we're good to go. haha. just hope i remember everything. well there's the final one on fri, the die die must have everything down one. haha. fingers crossed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-4431777113501720502</id><published>2010-01-23T23:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:37:41.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today (technically yesterday cause i'm a slow typer) was a fun day! woke up at like 10.30 and headed off to marina square for our ridiculously long overdue exco outing at the ever sentimental carl's jr. was supposed to train hop with sar but the sleepy woman missed the station so had to meet her at the next one. haha. ended up like half an hour late but at least laura and mich had each other for company. talked and updated each other for forever, while eating messy burgers and fries. ok fine laura and mich's burger turned out fine, while sar and i had to contend with a less than super super star burger, with veggies spilling out like crazy. haha. fen came after a while and she's still the same, cept a bit pervier. haha. after that went outside to take our traditional picture with the star, plus a few other random pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was off to bugis to meet the class girls. it was just the 4 of us, but lots of shopping and talking and laughing bout nonsense. i bought 2 tops and went home broke. haha. sat at a corner at one part of iluma for the longest time talking bout everything under the sun. oh i may be gainfully employed soon. pau mentioned they need manpower at the airshow so applied there. had like no time to contemplate since the deadline was yesterday (cause it's sunday now). figured it'll be interesting and even if it sucks i'll still get paid and it's short term. haha. so yeah fingers crossed! haha. shall end with the best pics of the day, the latter of which took us a good half an hour of waiting for firstly that particular lift to arrive, and secondly that it'd be empty and nobody was entering. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/S1siZ3m_mxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RZNjvPRFFYk/s1600-h/18557_108734609136644_100000003178226_228525_3741239_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/S1siZ3m_mxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RZNjvPRFFYk/s320/18557_108734609136644_100000003178226_228525_3741239_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429971603544840978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;star pic! 4 years on. and yeah i can't believe it either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/S1sw0Nv_RyI/AAAAAAAAAO8/u7QrU_GUhx0/s1600-h/IMGP2432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/S1sw0Nv_RyI/AAAAAAAAAO8/u7QrU_GUhx0/s320/IMGP2432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429987449327535906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after massive cropping. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok fine must comment on the utd game. yay rooney! and we're top of the table! it's the icing on top of a wonderfully happy day, bar the falling linesman and the ferdinand smack. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-4431777113501720502?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/S1siZ3m_mxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/RZNjvPRFFYk/s72-c/18557_108734609136644_100000003178226_228525_3741239_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-1063490010874148940</id><published>2010-01-11T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:40:26.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went back to ij today to do nj promotional duty with laura. ran into tons of ppl i haven't seen in ages. managed to catch seren before she leaves for the uk on fri. she looks so different with longer hair. more punk rocker-like. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 09 batch did quite well. one girl was one of the top students in the country. yay! haha. laura and i were looking at the comparison between the years and cringed at our batch's scores. yikes. tanny's sister got mentioned on the ppt slide! was very excited for her, due to the fact that she was one of the few juniors whom i still know. haha. we were prob the oldest seniors there, cause other jcs sent their j2s. but we did try to give out the stuff, randomly shoving the bookmarks and postcards in their faces. well i did at least, laura took a more refined approach. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so walked around after that, looking for teachers and reminiscing bout the crazy times we've had. halfway thru tanny's sister had gone missing, so we sat around and talked even more waiting for her to call or msg. eventually figured she wasn't in sch, so went to macs for some food. managed to get a student meal! haha. had to flash my ezlink card though, thank goodness she didn't scrutinise it. am planning to milk the student thing wherever i can for as long as possible. being an adult is expensive. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am starting to get bored at home, so considering following my bro tmrw for his judo comp. he's done fighting already so he's gonna go watch. contemplating if i should tag along, cause staying at home sleeping, watching tv and using the com is slowly starting to lose its appeal. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-1063490010874148940?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/1063490010874148940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=1063490010874148940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1063490010874148940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1063490010874148940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-back-to-ij-today-to-do-nj.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-7631502658389804136</id><published>2010-01-06T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:26:28.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what? i found and played the hercules action game i've had since 1997 a few days ago. omg the sentimentality i tell you. haha. from the birds that shatter like glass when you slash them to the centaur big boss at the end of level 3. and the ever popular toilet bowl man! though he still scares me with his sudden bursts of speed. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, been keeping myself entertained with the free stuff i've got on miotv til the end of the month. aft that, i'm not sure what else there is to keep me occupied the whole day. and not like going out every other day is a viable option, damn you adult fare. was thinking i should pick up cycling soon and cycle everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of cycling, supposed to go cycling at ecp with the class on sun. yes our gathering is on! haha. granted we haven't hit double digit attendance at the moment, but all the girls are going so i gotta go. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am actually quite sleepy now, at 9.30pm. this is prob the first time in like 10 years that's ever happened? omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-7631502658389804136?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/7631502658389804136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=7631502658389804136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/7631502658389804136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/7631502658389804136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2010/01/guess-what-i-found-and-played-hercules.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-2958174821658932557</id><published>2009-12-31T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T04:23:07.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world! this week is always the one where i have to find stuff to fill the time between christmas parties and new year ones. so last day of the christmas parties was sun, stoned on mon and tues (which i so needed to work off the effects of the parties), watched the chipmunks with the small cousins today, going over to sar's place to hang out tmrw and then it'll be the new year's parties. so to recap;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th - the usual, dinner at grandma's then countdown at angel's. gave the small kids our old 360 and they were damn happy la, all they wanted to do aft that was to be our best friends. haha. at angel's we were quite enthu bout caroling this year, which was entertainingly funny. bro was santa, which he totally loved. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th - went to aunty michele's in the afternoon, surprised i could wake up at 11 by myself. total of 5 hours of sleep i think. so went over half awake, but luckily it was a relatively quiet party. ended up talking to matthew bout video games pretty much the whole time. then we went home, napped for like 2 hours then went to jerry mama's house. played girls vs boys taboo, which i suck at. haha. ian and kieran and their cousins dressed up like power rangers and kept attacking us with pretend weapons. towards the end of the thing we were all jumping and rolling around pretending to dodge attacks and get hit. they're damn cute la the 2 of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th - had a function at godma's for dinner, had lots of ppl there. just sat with grandma most of the time, talking to her bout life. haha. then aft that went to girlie aunty's. her newly renovated house is ginormous. played guitar hero and american idol on danny's ps3. then went downstairs where there was a spontaneously created dancefloor. danced for abit bef the folks decided to call for the cab. which was at abt 3.30. heard the next day the rest of the ppl left at like abt 5.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th - final house was emmanuel's. managed to get the folks to agree to leave first, since ma had work. watched the idol finals, which was actually the only episode of the season i watched. turned out to be a waste of time, other than when we saw aunty carol and family on tv. haha. gambled a bit, made a total gain of 5 cents. haha. quit while you're ahead i always say. haha. watched the match abit, but mostly played with ian and kieran outside. all kieran did was attack me, with his power farts or something like that. haha. ian was trying to figure out the theory of evolution but couldn't really get it (i mean he is only 6). left there abt 2 plus and that pretty much concluded the celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah the next 2 days were totally for recuperation. woke up at abt 3 plus each day. in fact the only reason i woke up at 10.30 was cause we were taking the cousins out. the movie got annoying aft a while. i mean the chipmunks are cute and all, but the shrill squeaky voices started becoming unbearable halfway thru the movie. aft that went to taka to help the cousins spend their 40 bucks worth of vouchers uncle stan gave for christmas. spent hours asking them what they wanted, which surprisingly didn't include many toys. in fact daniel got mostly stationery. weird boy. haha. then dropped them off and went for dinner with godma at jack's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am watching the wigan game now. c'mon utd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-2958174821658932557?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-4994542355206979813</id><published>2009-12-19T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T15:24:04.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for some free manicure and pedicure yesterday cause my mom got a voucher from her boss. everything was going fine until the lady started plucking at my feet with some weird contraption. suddenly my toe started bleeding. now for a girl who had never had a pedicure up to that point, that's quite traumatising. haha. the lady didn't even say anything, as if blissfully unaware. but she did put some random liquid on it and it stopped bleeding. just so happened that the colour i picked looks like dried up blood, so if you stare at my big toe you'll just think the polish spilled over to the toe, when actually, it's dried blood. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also went for a haircut, cause my ends were starting to split. i hate when they straighten out my hair and then decide from there how much to cut. now it's waaay shorter than i wanted it to be. heck even i don't know how short my hair ends up after cutting it til aft i get home and wash it and wake up the next morning. that's prob why i rarely do cut my hair, save myself the mystery and agony. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-4994542355206979813?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/4994542355206979813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=4994542355206979813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/4994542355206979813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/4994542355206979813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-for-some-free-manicure-and.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-6100864916928557343</id><published>2009-12-15T16:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:01:07.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've finally managed to change my skin. haha. at least some productivity has come out of this otherwise slack day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from m'sia yesterday, now my sleep patterns are like crap. slept at 5 this morning, woke up at like 1. woah that's alot of sleep. anyway, the trip was alright, managed to get stuff for christmas, like clothes and presents. still got some more ppl to buy for but there's kinda still time i guess. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my christmas period is slowly being filled up with places to go. basically have the standard venues we have every year, but for some of them it's just which day it falls on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it's next week, damn do we have alot of work to do to get the house prepared. our freaking tree isn't even up yet. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-6100864916928557343?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-7321643560499014556</id><published>2009-12-10T02:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:29:30.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm suppose to wake up in 3.5 hours to go to malaysia. but at the rate we're going, prob gonna stay up til then. oh well, what better way to kill time on a 5 hour bus ride than sleeping. hope the movies they have are good. watched evan almighty the last time, at least its something la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent bong off today. amazingly the train ride to changi was like 45 min. gave me much more faith in the mrt. haha. there's always a weird feeling sending ppl off, and yeah today was no different. gonna miss you bongy bong! hope you have fun in europe, and bring me back a hot guy. stuff him in one of your suitcases. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house is in need of major cleaning, as usual, and am seriously hoping to make some proper headway clearing nonsense my mom insists on keeping from eons ago. like kindergarten books. aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, better make sure i'm properly packed. think i'm missing my toothbrush. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-7321643560499014556?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/7321643560499014556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=7321643560499014556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/7321643560499014556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/7321643560499014556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-suppose-to-wake-up-in-3.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-2516066172451756929</id><published>2009-12-09T02:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:36:33.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so now that the prom post is out of the way, went to escape theme park today with the little cousins. actually woke up quite fresh and ready to go at like 8 (so that'd be abt 4.5 hours of sleep). but it didn't last. and omg was i dying by like 3. firstly, we were fed a mountainous pile of food (i always thought you eat after riding, to prevent the throwing up on some poor kid in front of you thing). secondly, the ridiculous heat was causing us to practically melt away. thirdly, which is directly related to the lack of sleep and the large amount of food consumed, half the rides there gave us headaches or stomachaches, which led to the funniest line my bro said the whole day "dammit we are too old for this shit." HAHA. they took away like 3 rides and had sucky replacements meant for small kids so we pretty much had very little to do. guess the best part was the go karts, though i think we scared the crap out of our cousins. but they're fine. so yeah that was pretty much it. got home and realised that our exposed skin became 3 to 4 shades darker than when we started out. my limbs will look like those charts in skin whitening ads for christmas. just what i needed, whopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on a more positive note, am meeting with the class ppl (though the actual make up of the grp is still unknown) later on for bong's sending off. i'm sure we'll keep in contact, like last year we had a whole lot of emails flying back and forth. so yeah it isn't that bad i guess. plus she did say she may end up studying here so i'd like to think of it as a temporary thing. speaking of ppl going away, i'll be going to malaysia from the 10th to the 14th for some much needed retail therapy, oh and maybe some visiting. haha. am kinda envious of ppl flying all over the world while i'll be riding a bus but this trip has it's own objectives, and there are much bigger things to focus on aft that. like christmas! brandon and i were singing aloud to christmas carols as they were being played throughout the theme park today, totally ignoring the weird stares from the nasi lemak stall ppl we walked past. on the lourdes side we've all agreed to make an effort to make this year's celebrations more exciting. but i'll bet our annual charades competition will be one of the highlights, as usual. omg the amount of tension and hatred we end up having towards each other after it is damn funny. haha. but it's for the moment, then after that we get presents and we're all happy. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-2516066172451756929?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/2516066172451756929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=2516066172451756929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/2516066172451756929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/2516066172451756929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/12/ok-so-now-that-prom-post-is-out-of-way.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-8556673649550082513</id><published>2009-12-09T01:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T02:38:52.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am still suffering from the after effects of prom. esp the aching calves from walking for bout half an hour in wedges. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok from the beginning, went to the hair dresser in the hope of getting my hair done, but there were a ridiculous number of prom going ppl getting their hair done too (though i don't know where they're from). so in the end did what i usually do with my hair, aka the clip-the-front-bit-and-let-the-back-down thing. took the mrt there, which didn't suck as bad as i thought it would. when i got there got to see everyone and their pre-prom excitement, all the "omg you look so good!",  "aiyoh i couldn't recognise you!", and the ever popular "i wanna take a photo with you!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were rushed into the ballroom, where we ended up switching tables halfway thru the programme. not complaining, we went from a table of 13 with 8 guys to a table of 8 with 1. so... more food! haha. the programme was quite entertaining, esp the limbo comp. damn those ppl can bend. haha. oh oh and the highlight of prom itself... GAN JIT SHENG IS PROM KING!!! haha. we were all so proud of him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft prom i followed the class as we trekked to seemingly nowhere in particular. and as much as my legs were killing me by the time we reached our destination, i couldn't help but think to myself that half the fun was getting there. so yeah ended up at some part of clarke quay with blasting chinese music. pau and i looked at each other and were like "okaaayyy..." haha. but went there anyway so decided to brush up on our madarin (this coming from the girl who sucks at most things chinese-related despite having a grandma from hong kong). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then joy of joys there was english music so a couple of us went ahead and started dancing. i can honestly say i'd never expect to end up dancing with some of our class guys but there we all were, jumping up and down and singing along to the words like absolute madpeople. ok so it didn't really compare to a typical lourdes function or rmun 07 (so far the best no-parents-around dance party) but it was still fun nonetheless. and like i said, the sheer unexpectedness of it all added to it. was kinda bummed to have to leave (had like a gazillion missed calls and msgs from home) but eventually did. so got home, got scolded by the folks (i am so used to shutting stuff like this out anyways), had my bath, complained bout aching feet, then went to bed, at 3.30am. new record for non-family outing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what struck me the most bout our little s05 adventure was that we were for the first time in a long time properly hanging out. like freely interacting with each other and not awkwardly being in the other gender group's presence like before. i mean we even ended up dancing in our little circle singing along to "i got a feeling", which glen so does not know how to. haha. so yeah it was nice. hoping the niceness lasts, granted prom was technically the last time we'd see each other til results. but i'm sure there'll be stuff in between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-8556673649550082513?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/8556673649550082513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=8556673649550082513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/8556673649550082513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/8556673649550082513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/12/am-still-suffering-from-after-effects.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-868069104559963841</id><published>2009-12-04T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:24:41.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my calendar's slowly starting to fill up. haha. but today's another slack around and do nothing day. thurs has usually been my watch-loads-of-tv day. let's see;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30-5.00 family guy&lt;br /&gt;5.00-5.30 break&lt;br /&gt;5.30-6.30 simpsons&lt;br /&gt;6.30-7.00 jon and kate plus 8 or my name is earl, depending on the episode&lt;br /&gt;7.00-8.00 smallville&lt;br /&gt;8.00-8.30 break&lt;br /&gt;8.30-9.30 jon and kate plus 8, new season&lt;br /&gt;9.30-11.00 break&lt;br /&gt;11.00-12.00 america's next top model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah my schedule's quite set out every 4th day of my week. but the thing is, now antm and smallville have ended, so my break periods have been extended which sucks because now is so totally the wrong time for me to not have stuff to watch. cruel irony of life. nevermind, watching sytycd 3 times gives me alot more filled hours. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty much set for grad nite, i think. actually haven't considered accessories yet, but i'm sure i can find stuff. hair hasn't actually been decided on too. i've come to the conclusion there's not much that can be done with curly hair, especially oddly curly hair like mine. been told to just let it down, if i do then i'll just have to figure out how to prevent the dreaded "poofiness". aiyoh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-3663563586895660182</id><published>2009-12-02T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:43:41.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so a's are officially over! haha. like the rest of us were saying, it doesn't feel as magical as we thought it'd be. guess cause we started celebrating too early, like aft the phy paper 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aft completing my a's, i happily went home, took a 3 hour nap (if you can still call that a nap), woke up and headed to yishun for meera's surprise birthday party. we all hid in her room holding balloons, and when she came in we shouted surprise and threw them in her face. haha. it worked, she totally didn't expect anything. then we stayed at her place til like 12.30, got home at like 1. that was like the first time we went home that late from a family thing without our parents. the party itself made us realise how old we're getting. oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the getting back at 1am made me waaay too tired to really enjoy going to little india the next day. that and the redonkulous heat. omg. ended up sitting at macs for most of our shopping trip. so much for soaking in culture. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you slacking at home bored out of your wits, you obviously don't know how to slack like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-3663563586895660182?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/3663563586895660182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world, i'm back. so a's are pretty much over, cept for phy paper 1. so celebrating the pseudo-completion of the biggest exams of my life thus far. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with the girls today aft the paper, walked around town for like 7 hours. ok la, sat at gloria jean's and ate cake for a while but other than that we were quite mobile. bought my shoes for grad nite! haha. and they were dirt cheap too. they are pretty btw, in case you're wondering if they're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past weekend was quite a busy one for me. sat was bhavina's 21st, which left me with aching knees from dancing too long. was quite an entertaining night, with tatah losing strands of his grey hair in a game. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day was chris' confi. was suppose to stay just for a few hours but ended up staying til dinner. so much for weekend mugging plans. haha. got to watch the video of our finale performance from the night before. damn hilarious. turns out we are quite good at the improv dancing. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are pretty much the only significant things that've happened since the start of a's, and now as it comes to an end it'll only be the start of more excitement. haha. can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-592232764213969990?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/592232764213969990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=592232764213969990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/592232764213969990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/592232764213969990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-world-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-4004166130522914764</id><published>2009-10-12T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:36:59.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am going for grad nite. haha. ticket's bought and that's the end of all that confusion. haha. hope it's good, if not we'll have to make our own goodness out of it. i think that last bit makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it's the start of the study break, though they have us coming down to sch til end oct for various tests and extra stuff. guess some ppl don't understand the meaning of the word break. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to bong and wan ying the other day, when we were suppose to be mugging, heh, and realised my time in nj wasn't as sucky as i thought it to be. sure the low points were low, like i've seriously never had as many trials and heartaches as i've had here, but the highs were awesome. even though some relationships didn't turn out as i wanted them to in the end, when they were good, it was like the best times i've had over the past 2 years. it's like every emotion i've felt while in sch had been amplified to the point that i didn't know how to deal with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the nj water i tell you, does strange things to people. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-4004166130522914764?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/4004166130522914764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=4004166130522914764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/4004166130522914764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/4004166130522914764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-going-for-grad-nite.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-186829408174573865</id><published>2009-09-24T15:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:03:59.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;thank you tricia tan! i &lt;3 you &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so i need to find another occasion to wear the dress i've only worn once. haha. current stand is that i'm not going for grad nite, and judging by how the rest of the girls have adjusted, it's pretty much settled. so far only ping and pau are going, the rest of us plan to just hang out the whole day or something, dunno yet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there seems to be a ton of construction work going on around me. there's the lift building thingy and some void-deck-pillar renovation thingy. so it's been damn noisy the past few days, and the earliest one to finish ends next month. time to invest in earplugs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bro was channel surfing and we ended up watching the last like 20 mins of the movie in bruges. just enough time to see a man fall off a building and smash completely against the pavement. and the worst part is that he was still alive aft the fall! he was like just a torso cause all his limbs had splattered off. omgee it was the most traumatising sight ever. makes me shudder thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching the last 20 mins made us damn curious about the storyline and aft checking it out it actually seems like a really good movie. too bad i'll never want to watch the whole thing cause; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i've read the entire storyline already &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. reading the storyline made me realise what a depressing movie it is (though it's suppose to be a dark comedy, but overall it was majorly bumming)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. i'd have to sit through the splattering man again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again it did get pretty good reviews. we'll just see how long it takes for me to get over the splattering man i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;hold on to what is now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;let go of what has been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;wait for what is to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-186829408174573865?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/186829408174573865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=186829408174573865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/186829408174573865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/186829408174573865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-i-need-to-find-another-occasion-to.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-7115619694987423532</id><published>2009-09-23T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:56:55.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tmrw's the last paper. yay. not sure if there's anything planned for tmrw, but my next 2 days aft that sure are. excited!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so i am going for prom. at least that's the current stand. have to dip into my savings to pay. oh the heartache. shall be eating home-made sandwiches for the rest of my nj days. but at least i don't have to buy a dress, planning to wear the one i wore for angel's parents anniversary like last year. i wore it for that occasion only, so i'd better start using it more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made this one day hoping to make it my wallpaper, but it was kinda too small. these pics make me smile :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SroaTn4dZ-I/AAAAAAAAAOk/6Fg3Kt080KY/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SroaTn4dZ-I/AAAAAAAAAOk/6Fg3Kt080KY/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384645228900476898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-7115619694987423532?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/7115619694987423532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=7115619694987423532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/7115619694987423532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/7115619694987423532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/09/tmrws-last-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SroaTn4dZ-I/AAAAAAAAAOk/6Fg3Kt080KY/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-488074023411772543</id><published>2009-09-13T02:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:28:47.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i have found a new set of mlp mods that rank high up there on my list of faves. presenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvlPr10oOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/j20FOIF8GqE/s1600-h/Winchester_Brothers_by_sammytvr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvlPr10oOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/j20FOIF8GqE/s320/Winchester_Brothers_by_sammytvr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380646237453459682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the winchester unicorn brothers! (dean on the left, sam on the right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;background info:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;supernatural: season 2: episode 13: houses of the holy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sam: Dean there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is anything else we've ever hunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dean: Hey you know what, there's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams, and they shoot rainbows out of their asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so yes, those are suppose to be rainbows shooting out of their asses. haha. absolutely. adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-488074023411772543?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/488074023411772543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=488074023411772543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/488074023411772543'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;just found these custom mod my little ponies that are absolutely amazing! they're by a sculptor named mari kasurinen and i can't stop staring at them and wondering how she managed to get all the details on them. ok here's a few so you know why i'm as excited as i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've nicely arranged them by common themes for easy reference (or because i've got partial ocd), so the first are dc characters;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sqva_QKie9I/AAAAAAAAANM/iK6NbK5Qj3M/s1600-h/ponies-batman-431x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sqva_QKie9I/AAAAAAAAANM/iK6NbK5Qj3M/s320/ponies-batman-431x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380634960029973458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;old school batman and robin (so adorable the robin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvcFABo52I/AAAAAAAAAOE/ieTMcBYfWo8/s1600-h/80539802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvcFABo52I/AAAAAAAAAOE/ieTMcBYfWo8/s320/80539802.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380636158288521058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so if you have old sch batman you gotta have new sch batman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvcFWWBv-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/h_x0IGePIMU/s1600-h/3265965381_eb78c5d860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvcFWWBv-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/h_x0IGePIMU/s320/3265965381_eb78c5d860.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380636164279615458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause i thought the harley quinn looked pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sqva_AohylI/AAAAAAAAANE/4kNH209qkSE/s1600-h/ponies-superman-431x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sqva_AohylI/AAAAAAAAANE/4kNH209qkSE/s320/ponies-superman-431x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380634955860789842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause you can't do a batman one without a superman one (superman's kiss curl's there, haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;next we have the johnny depp characters;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvcDQDYCtI/AAAAAAAAANs/-OwRiHqJFY8/s1600-h/ponies-edwardscissorhands-431x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvcDQDYCtI/AAAAAAAAANs/-OwRiHqJFY8/s320/ponies-edwardscissorhands-431x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380636128231033554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for a moment i thought it had like half a body, but realised it's sitting down. i wonder if his scissorhands are sharp. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvbA8M4V6I/AAAAAAAAANk/V2HN-PJ2KME/s1600-h/ponies-jacksparrow-431x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvbA8M4V6I/AAAAAAAAANk/V2HN-PJ2KME/s320/ponies-jacksparrow-431x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380634989030823842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amazing detail on the outfit, and the dreadlocks are like woah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;now it's the alien &amp;amp; predator duo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvbAY7Ue5I/AAAAAAAAANc/5nznaW_iqIw/s1600-h/ponies-predator-431x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvbAY7Ue5I/AAAAAAAAANc/5nznaW_iqIw/s320/ponies-predator-431x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380634979561929618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can't imagine if she tried to do one of a predator sans mask. now that'll be worth paying to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvbAEtcrYI/AAAAAAAAANU/yMq9fMjawWc/s1600-h/ponies-alien-431x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvbAEtcrYI/AAAAAAAAANU/yMq9fMjawWc/s320/ponies-alien-431x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380634974135037314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;somehow the alien looks damn cute, not too sure why but it just does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;now for star wars, obviously the force inspired her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvcETSmYaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/q8QLDWQfLuY/s1600-h/ponies-stormtrooper-431x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvcETSmYaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/q8QLDWQfLuY/s320/ponies-stormtrooper-431x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380636146280063394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;too adorable the stormtrooper is... hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvcD53ooWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/mH9Wg8-3SrU/s1600-h/80539814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqvcD53ooWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/mH9Wg8-3SrU/s320/80539814.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380636139456078178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love how it's shiny like vader&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and finally the one that made me laugh out really loud...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sqvc9whUSKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/__vUXlxkr_A/s1600-h/ponies-chewie-431x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sqvc9whUSKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/__vUXlxkr_A/s320/ponies-chewie-431x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380637133378963618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHEWBACCA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wouldn't call it my fave, but it's damn cute. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-212850520037903223?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/212850520037903223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=212850520037903223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/212850520037903223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/212850520037903223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-found-these-custom-mod-my-little.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sqva_QKie9I/AAAAAAAAANM/iK6NbK5Qj3M/s72-c/ponies-batman-431x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-7021913389073861075</id><published>2009-09-11T00:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T02:40:29.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;just so you know, there is a decrease in level of seriousness down the post, notwithstanding this comment (aka if you wanna skip the dreary read the bit with the pictures).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the hols are almost over... what a major bummer. i tried to study, but i seriously am lacking any drive whatsoever. the worst part is trying to sleep at night and scaring the crap out of myself bout how sucky prep's coming along. i'll vow to wake up the next day and mug til my eyes drop out, but when i do wake up i barely get stuff done. this sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the good news i guess is that in a few months i'll be free from all of this, from this hellhole i've been stuck in for the past 2 years. i miss ij tons man, and how everything was so perfect there. so perfect in comparison at least. but i guess we all need to realise that not everyone you meet will be nice to you and that there are people in this world who exist just to make you feel miserable and confused. maybe the ultimate lesson to take from this is that it makes you feel truly appreciative for those who have loved you through those moments of misery and confusion. on that note i've realised that i myself haven't always been there for some people too, and for that i'm sorry, sorry i haven't been as dependable as you expected me to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am in the midst of contemplating if i should go for grad nite. i was always under the impression that grad nites were compulsory, but here we're given the choice. ok maybe ij's one wasn't compulsory, in which case it wasn't made clear to me. haha. that one was really memorable; meaningful and fun, and i even won in the lucky draw (granted it was a travel bag but it has come in handy for my trips ok?). haha. but this year i'm not sure. back then there were so many people who were going that got me excited about going, now it's alot less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched the portugal vs hungary game. actually stayed all the way up til 2.45 so i exclaimed out loud (into the tv especially i guess) that they better win. well they did, thankfully, and their world cup dreams are still alive. seriously wouldn't have any idea who to support if their qualifying chances ended then and there. sure world cup match watching wouldn't be as stressful but it wouldn't be as fun either. so now hoping really hard that they win their last 2 games, and that sweden lose to denmark. complicated business indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i've just learnt that my dad's mom's cousin, my granduncle, was a famous tamil movie star. so cool. haha. his name's s.a. asokan (or ashokan, not too sure which one's correct) and he was apparently a big time movie villain. like woah. tried looking for pics but all i got was this;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sqkoq7C1KBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/8NxmndGCGSg/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sqkoq7C1KBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/8NxmndGCGSg/s320/pic1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379875947739949074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad promised to find me a better pic, one of him in all his villainous glory. fingers crossed. heh. apparently he passed away some time ago (how depressing), but... his son's apparently an actor too. haha. so here's a pic of vincent asokan (my newly discovered famous uncle) in silanerangalil (don't ask me what that means, have yet to find out too);&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqkorL0DkeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/0rpJIDgxDlM/s1600-h/2008022750250201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SqkorL0DkeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/0rpJIDgxDlM/s320/2008022750250201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379875952241381858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family never fails to fascinate me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-7021913389073861075?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/7021913389073861075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=7021913389073861075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/7021913389073861075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/7021913389073861075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-just-learnt-that-my-dads-moms.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sqkoq7C1KBI/AAAAAAAAAM0/8NxmndGCGSg/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-3880919700174538021</id><published>2009-09-07T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:26:02.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>middle of prelims now, 3 papers down. man i'm kinda screwed for math. oh well...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had bong's birthday celebration on the sat bef papers started. went to fish and co, the one behind ps. only my 2nd time there ever. learnt my lesson and stuck to fish and chips, lesson being never try the exotic dishes. haha. bong ordered swordfish collar, which kinda looked like chicken since it came in 2 large lumps of meat. haha. i've just discovered that eunice is quite the pro at finding swordfish meat. what was a seemingly completely eaten lump of swordfish had many more hidden pockets of meat that eunice managed to find. haha. and i do realise that describing the swordfish meat as lumps doesn't really sound that appetising, but it's actually quite nice. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bef meeting bong we went to ps where eunice got to play with those arcade machines where you can win stuffed toys. she came quite close actually, but sadly nothing fell into the little hole. had to kinda pry her away from the machine. haha. i remember the one and only time i've tried one of those things, it was at the arcade at amk, won a rather sad looking dog soft toy which is somewhere in my room i think. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so dinner itself was fun, having all the girls together. didn't know how they celebrated birthdays at fish and co, but now i do, and so does bong. haha. the live band was alright, they even sang a birthday song to our birthday girl. aww... aft dinner we walked thru the nearby and rather poorly lit istana park. we took random pics and were apparently in the vicinity of a chameleon, according to eunice. haha. met a nice stranger who helped us take a group pic and was quite eager to see how the shot came out, so much so that he was practically all over pau's shoulder. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;visited grandma at the home today, she's there for a month while the maid goes back for a while. grandma doesn't really open her eyes much, so she kinda looks like she's sleeping, to which i exclaimed "don't sleep grandma, we took an hour to come here!" haha. well she did laugh. heh. but yeah the place is at east coast, and the straight bus there takes bout an hour to get there. but it's worth it, to see her face light up when you first arrive and call her name and hear her laugh at our sad inability to learn cantonese. she has the corner section, so she's not like in the middle of everyone else there. the other women are generally very smiley, and quite friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went roaming outside around the compound and discovered there are rabbit running around. haha. 3 white ones with brown spots and one completely white one. they're tiny man, like half the size of an average rabbit. and they're sooooo cute! i guess the smallness adds to it. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking forward to my birthday, cause it would mean that prelims are over! haha. thank goodness i'd have ended bef my birthday. last year i had physics the day aft, which made for a kinda bumming birthday, with wishes generally ending off with "all the best for physics tmrw!" haha. not that i'm not appreciative, it's just i'd rather celebrate my birthday without having to memorise faraday's law, which i get to this year. so yay me! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-3880919700174538021?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/3880919700174538021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=3880919700174538021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/3880919700174538021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/3880919700174538021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/09/middle-of-prelims-now-3-papers-down.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-3138770181623387478</id><published>2009-08-27T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:39:38.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;basically posting because i'm going crazy trying to find this song. it's the one from the jon and kate plus 8 commercial bout how they're getting divorced. quite sad when you watch it, made me tear a few times. ok so if you have this song or even know what the title is please tag! been typing lyrics in search engines like crazy and turns out pretty much the rest of the world's looking for this song too. anyhoo, here's how it goes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;here we are this is not quite like the movies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;everything plays out in real time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the pretty boys, the pretty girls, the orchestral moments&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;they all gather good storylines&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;where is the one who was coming to save me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;where is the smile in the final embrace?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and where is the twist at the end of the story?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;where everything falls into place?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;please don't ask me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm too busy finding my time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;realised it's more meaningful than i initially thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-3138770181623387478?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/3138770181623387478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=3138770181623387478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/3138770181623387478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/3138770181623387478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/08/basically-posting-because-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-5038956553488391778</id><published>2009-08-21T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:14:02.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the end i'm left standing here wondering how it all went so wrong so fast.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reminiscing shouldn't be so painful. thinking of the better times only serves to make the present even more depressing. i guess i'm just really thankful for those who've been there for me to redefine my relationships, love y'all to bits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-5038956553488391778?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-8141838202684793325</id><published>2009-07-29T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:13:27.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't been here for a while. actually have no idea what i wanted to blog about when i logged on. heh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh oh. my daddy met liverpool (the football club) over the weekend, cause he works for the company that brought them down. so fri he had a vip pass to the training session, and managed to get on the pitch and meet players. he brought his little book and started collecting signatures without even knowing who was who. so now the book's like in front of my face and i'm trying to figure out who belongs to which scribble. haha. can make out benitez and torres, the former's is a big b in a circle, and the latter's actually spells torres. as for the rest, some players put their number below, so need to cross refer. haha. well that's what happens when you don't support the club. then sat he went to some reception and got to meet them properly, like stand around and talk kinda thing, so that day had more photos of him and smiling pool players than fri. kuyt looks very friendly la, so smiley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to mike's place on sat for his birthday, the cake was really good. haha. other than that, learnt that daniel's a complete cheat at snakes and ladders. haha. yeah you're 6, but everyone knows you don't go up the snake. and not like it was the regular flat board, it was 3D, with the slopes for ladders and snakes and all that, so his piece kept rolling down the snake slope, and he'd claim it's cause the surface wasn't flat. lol. eventually he'd leave to go play his new found favourite game (cause he's always the self-declared winner) with the other boys, occasionally popping in to the girls room to complain about how slow we play mastermind. well it is a thinking game... haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in desperate need of finding motivation. bleah. as they say, "when everything is wrong, we move along". hope they're right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-8141838202684793325?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/8141838202684793325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=8141838202684793325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/8141838202684793325'/><link rel='self' 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you know me well enough you'll get what i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-6353028120343950314?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/6353028120343950314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=6353028120343950314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/6353028120343950314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/6353028120343950314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/07/helplessness-that-comes-with-being.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-1547928950376712188</id><published>2009-07-10T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:50:27.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;carry on my wayward son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there'll be peace when you are done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lay your weary head to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't you cry no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;current love. thanks to padackles (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-1547928950376712188?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/1547928950376712188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=1547928950376712188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1547928950376712188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1547928950376712188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/07/carry-on-my-wayward-son-therell-be.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-5403756000568381919</id><published>2009-07-10T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:30:34.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forgot to bring my camera :p&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's ok cause bong brought hers. went to far east, heeren, taka and wisma, and all i got to show for it was a new hair clip. haha. but it's a pretty one, so that counts. haha. haven't maximised on the gss yet, which is kinda sad since it's ending soon. but then again if you don't see anything to buy... tried on the swan dress at mango, it's quite cool, what with the one sleeve and swan face thingy. haha. but didn't get it in the end, cause i remembered the words of yoanna house on the style network, "and remember, there's always a look for less", and in my current financial state, less is best :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sch today was quite slack, ms champagne didn't turn up for gp class so had 90 minutes of free time, during which glen got his wallet taken away from him by wan ying and i ended up with $12. eventually had to give the 12 bucks back but oh well... haha. got updated bout the going ons of yesterday and how there's an agreement among the girls that the class should bond more. i'm definitely all for it. i mean we've grown quite distant and it's kinda sad cause we've been together for so long already. sure we weren't the most bonded of classes before but we knew what the good times were like, and i guess it's time we try to get back to that state. hope all goes well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tmrw's another trip to bukit timah, this time to monica atteh's (still can't find the correct spelling to that word) house. turns out alot of lourdes cousins now have part of their lives revolve around bukit timah, emmanuel and nick live there, i study there and now angel studies there too. we're so gonna meet and have dinner at the pizza hut at bukit timah plaza. haha. need to prepare for another late night where we only get home at like 3am. better go catch up on sleep. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-5403756000568381919?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/5403756000568381919/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-3402769453265435458</id><published>2009-07-09T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:32:07.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a fever today when i woke up, and added to the fact that my nose was runny and i kept sneezing yesterday, i decided to exercise my "social responsibility" (yea i've been reading the posters bout h1n1) and not go to sch. mommy came back from the office early cause she's sick too. seems everyone's getting sick nowadays. oh well...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched the michael jackson memorial thingy yesterday. apparently every channel under the sun was showing it thruout the day. i thought i could make it thru the whole thing without crying, and i was quite close to achieving it actually, but then the daughter got on stage and spoke and BAM! the tears came. i seem to cry alot recently, i'm such an emo child. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the day before that was invest! it was crazy, as is everything i do with council, and it was bittersweet. shall leave it at that. so aft sch i rushed home, fell asleep and woke up to get ready to meet my relatives from the uk. was kinda nervous meeting ppl i had never seen before in my life. my mom was quite insistent we go and meet our uk cousins, so not like i had much of a choice in going. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we got there the first thing that struck me was how tall the entire family was. they're all like abt 6 feet plus. like woah. so introduced ourselves and realised that ursula was 16 and ben was 13. 13! he was like the tallest there la. omg. initially it was kinda awkward, but made small talk here and there. ended up talking to aunty jackie more than the kids. but learnt that they're utd supporters too (yay!). haha. basically talked more with them towards the end of the evening as we walked with them back to their hotel. got invited to visit them in the uk. so that's another place to add to my list. in the end was glad i went to the dinner, despite the fact that the place was damn cold, like teeth-chatteringly cold. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah, yesterday there was the scholarship fair/exhibit thingy in sch. went around trying to get a better idea of what to do with my life, and collect freebies. haha. got some weird board game from the navy, sort of like a snakes and ladders kinda thing but there were squares indicating ass-kissing and boot-licking. i haven't actually tried it yet but it looks kinda weird. haha. the navy had the nicest goody bag, got new highlighters thanks to them. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tmrw the girls are going out. it'll be full attendance, the first time in a long time man. better go pack the camera. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-3402769453265435458?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/3402769453265435458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=3402769453265435458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/3402769453265435458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/3402769453265435458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/07/had-fever-today-when-i-woke-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-8253950189255288992</id><published>2009-07-03T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:12:48.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cts are over. omg. now's the time to act blissfully unaware until results come out. bleah. always hate that part, esp the parent-telling.  ok shan't stress bout it now. rar.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok now onto happy thoughts. went out with the girls yesterday. to the very ulu jurong point. never been there ever, and it's not hard to see why since i live so far from it. so wanted to maximise the time looking around the place. but in the end sitting for a 3 hour paper and the lack of sleep got to me, ended up preferring to sit around and stone. haha. but it's not a bad place la, esp since there's the gss now. til 26th july eh, better cover more ground soon. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other than the looking around, had lots of fun just sitting and talking with the girls. it's a shame eunice and bong couldn't join us. that's why we need to have another outing soon. haha. it's awesome how we've grown so tight over the past one and a half years. love them truckloads man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today we had invest rehearsal for like 3 and a half hours. lots of walking, standing and sitting. aft that jun long, sheryl and i went to ps to buy stuff for handover. went crazy looking at art stuff. sheryl pretty much wanted to buy the whole of spotlight and daiso and the scrapbooking store. but in all fairness, they have the coolest stuff la. i feel so artistically inferior looking at peoples' scrap book pages on display. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know when i heard michael jackson died last week, i was like in such a state of shock i couldn't do anything else other than watch the news the whole day. when i was little, us lourdes cousins were obsessed with him, watching music videos and singing along to his songs. so even though he's been wacko jacko for like the past few years, our memories of him were the good ones. may you rest in peace mr king of pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-8253950189255288992?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/8253950189255288992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=8253950189255288992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/8253950189255288992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/8253950189255288992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/07/cts-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-4469476789731909708</id><published>2009-06-14T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:02:28.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tried fiddling with my blogskin, and i realised everytime i try a new one the main image gets removed and i'm just stuck with lots of words. so looks like i've gotta hang on to this skin for a while more. it's ok i guess, at least it's not him as a man utd player.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-4469476789731909708?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/4469476789731909708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=4469476789731909708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/4469476789731909708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/4469476789731909708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-tried-fiddling-with-my-blogskin-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-4073098252746821347</id><published>2009-06-11T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:41:16.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it finally happened. i knew it was gonna happen, but i guess it still hit me kinda hard. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man utd have finally accepted a bid for ronaldo from real. so he's pretty much gone la. for me it's like my head's saying, "good riddance you ungrateful bugger", and then my heart's like, "aww i'm gonna miss you". think this article sums up my sentiments perfectly;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bleacherreport.com/articles/197012-farewell-cristiano-ronaldo/show_full"&gt;http://bleacherreport.com/articles/197012-farewell-cristiano-ronaldo/show_full&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as a fan of manchester united, which i have been since i was a little bitty girl, i totally get the policy that no player's bigger than the club, and that his incessant prima donna attitude was getting out of hand. heard he was causing problems in the dressing room too, so i guess for team morale he had to go. then there's the whole issue bout lack of club loyalty, why keep a player who obviously doesn't wanna be there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus there's also the money issue. 80 million pounds is a lot of money, especially in a recession. i think utd figured last pre-season would've been the last time they could hold out on real and get an even higher amount this pre-season. so financially they figured this will be their best offer. and this'll allow them to strengthen the team, which they'll need to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how do you replace the best player in the world? seriously he was, and could possibly still be a major asset to the team if he stays. the papers claim utd will need at least 2 or even 3 players to replace him, which is probably true, because honestly he's that good. when he isn't sulking on the floor aft the ref refused to award him the foul, he's actually quite exciting to watch. he brought such joy to my man utd match-watching process and i'll def miss him in the iconic red of utd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have the man utd magazine from when he first joined the club, and the file of newspaper pics of him i've been cutting out, which sounds kinda stalker-ish but it isn't. haha. ok kinda put that on hold for a while but the pages are still there waiting to be cut, and i think i will get down to cutting them eventually, an aft a's project maybe. guess it'll allow me to look back and appreciate all he's done for the club in the somewhat short 6 years here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so goodbye ron, it was good, well mostly good, while it lasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-4073098252746821347?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/4073098252746821347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=4073098252746821347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/4073098252746821347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/4073098252746821347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-finally-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-5247315842541054979</id><published>2009-06-08T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:31:13.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the good thing about controversy is that it opens the door for discussion. and although what happened isn't a controversy, i'm glad it allowed us to try to clear stuff up. and just so you know the negative people didn't include you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had cip on sat, was a marshall for bare your sole 2009. woke up at 5.20am to head to east coast. thank you sheryl and to your dad as well for picking us up! who knows what time i would've ended up at the venue without you. haha. so i was stationed with yi le, he directed the people when they first entered our zone, and i directed them out aft they made their round. at least i got placed with someone nearby, like practically next to me, cause i can't imagine how bored i'd be being stuck by myself at a spot. saw the fighting spider ppl, well 2 of them at least. yi le was asking if they were a band aft they walked past, thankfully i think they didn't hear him. haha. aft the walk they had a little performance thingy and i met jack and rai again! for those of you who don't know qing wei and i interviewed them for our pw. so went over to talk to them abit and thank them for helping us get an a. haha. met evil too! been seeing alot of her recently, first at floorball nats and now here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then yesterday we had a surprise picnic for wan ying for her 18th. i think she was surprised, she's quite easily tricked. haha. so had fun eating and playing on the grass and with the trees. shall recount the funniest bit with the help of visual aids. ok below was what we were trying to do; (notice how calm she looks, and how the guys are smiling nicely)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Siz1raW38HI/AAAAAAAAAMs/H9qPYxNEcrI/s1600-h/988909~The-Princess-Diaries-2-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Siz1raW38HI/AAAAAAAAAMs/H9qPYxNEcrI/s320/988909~The-Princess-Diaries-2-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344916983940378738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is us (note the look of utter horror on wan ying's face as she gets closer to the ground,bong's supporting knee and our overly amused faces. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Siz1rbjpZJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_HUPgla13rY/s1600-h/lift!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Siz1rbjpZJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/_HUPgla13rY/s320/lift!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344916984262386834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the words of the wise; epic fail. haha. love you anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-5247315842541054979?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/5247315842541054979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=5247315842541054979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/5247315842541054979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/5247315842541054979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-thing-about-controversy-is-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Siz1raW38HI/AAAAAAAAAMs/H9qPYxNEcrI/s72-c/988909~The-Princess-Diaries-2-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-7197760097238576235</id><published>2009-05-22T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:16:59.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heard bumming stuff today... but shan't dwell on that. no point wasting time on ppl who don't care. it's too much effort to try. seriously.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, today was the 2nd day at ls. worked on and presented our action plan thingy. ended up becoming mother earth, the gf of father mars, who falls sick and dies. lol. presentation went well i guess, ppl laughed when we intended for them to. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was talking to abbi thruout the whole, well almost whole, water talk. no offense, but i don't think i'll be joining the pub ever. not my thing. anyway, found out she has a farm back home in adelaide, with get this... 2 llamas! how cool is that? i never knew anyone with llamas bef i met her. haha. she's really cool, and i'm kinda bummed today's the last day i saw her. she invited me to go visit her in adelaide, so we'll see. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of australia, godma called that day and asked if i wanted to go with her to perth in the last week of june. man i so wanted to! but typical case of bad timing. it's a week bef cts? def in major mugging mode. anyway so i told her we'll go somewhere aft my a's, seeing as how i'll have time to kill. and if i go with her, most likely we'll end up going to some totally random country, which is quite cool to me. the furthest i've ever been from sg was perth like 12 years ago? majorly in need of seeing the world beyond asia. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and even when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;move along, move along just to make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everything is wrong we move along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-7197760097238576235?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/7197760097238576235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=7197760097238576235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/7197760097238576235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/7197760097238576235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/05/heard-bumming-stuff-today.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-6084384095193259263</id><published>2009-05-17T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:04:01.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dunno if it's just me, but it's like it's really different between us now. you seem less interested, less bothered with whatever i've to say. and i dunno why i'm so bothered by it, but i guess it's cause i really value our friendship. did i do something wrong? if i did you know you can always bring it up if it's that major. i just don't want the question mark still dangling in front of us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss how it was before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-6084384095193259263?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/6084384095193259263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=6084384095193259263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/6084384095193259263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/6084384095193259263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/05/dunno-if-its-just-me-but-its-like-its.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-1210454748923523693</id><published>2009-05-17T00:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:54:43.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sg7wjH2fnaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/G-ACoRgDEsg/s1600-h/82CFE7E4A9C31AE1FE8112F1E2C14D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sg7wjH2fnaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/G-ACoRgDEsg/s320/82CFE7E4A9C31AE1FE8112F1E2C14D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336467094674316706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PREMIERSHIP CHAMPS 3 YEARS IN A ROW BABY!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok they didn't play as well as i thought they would but oh well... we still won the title! tevez walking off the pitch was kinda sad though cause it could potentially be his last time as a utd player :(  i've come to realise that footballers, or mostly man utd footballers, tend to have very cute kids. from tevez's daughter to evra's son, and the many other kids on the pitch today, they're all really cute.  and also learnt that ron's a damn funny reporter! it's weird how he can annoy the crap out me at times and at others he's so adorable. reminds me of someone i know...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sg7uzLrUhOI/AAAAAAAAAME/SXYf6klp7Xc/s1600-h/3C953CD29545A4A6D2C1A4EDB97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sg7uzLrUhOI/AAAAAAAAAME/SXYf6klp7Xc/s320/3C953CD29545A4A6D2C1A4EDB97.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336465171555845346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the sajc drama production yesterday evening with the sarahs. the love for three oranges. yup that's what it's called. erica played the evil princess who wanted to steal the throne from her bro. she was so good. haha. so when we went to the arts house to watch the play, we learnt that cj was having their lit evening, so you know what that means... IMPROMPTU IJ REUNION!!! managed to see chew, jessica chan, trini, joy, stef loo, steph robert, joanne paranjothy, gretchen and a few others. was really glad to see my potter puppet pal! aiyoh our sad attempts at imitation are still vivid memories of mine. snape, snape, severous snape... haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aft that went back with the drama mamas and found out that erica's got a scholarship to ohio! really proud of her man. it sounds really cool. she's leaving in august though. it's the bittersweet feeling of pride and joy at her accomplishment and the sadness that she's gonna be on a different land mass. it scares me to know that i haven't really done much in terms of my future, that it's more or less a huge question mark. gotta start thinking bout what i wanna do with my life. omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drama mamas are &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sg7wjVXpoUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CLs6tRdcwWg/s1600-h/IMGP1297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sg7wjVXpoUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CLs6tRdcwWg/s320/IMGP1297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336467098303045954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-1210454748923523693?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/1210454748923523693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=1210454748923523693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1210454748923523693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1210454748923523693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/05/premiership-champs-3-years-in-row-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sg7wjH2fnaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/G-ACoRgDEsg/s72-c/82CFE7E4A9C31AE1FE8112F1E2C14D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-7370355791963965460</id><published>2009-05-08T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:18:10.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am feeling much better now. thank goodness. don't think i could stand another day like wed. and thanks to those who asked if i'm ok! had gp lecture test today. summary and aq. halfway thru the aq i didn't know what i was writing. the point seemed valid initially, but then after writing 6 lines it didn't appear as straightforward anymore. heh. oh then there was phy quiz aft that. my phy sucks. i know it's all suppose to be application of everyday occurrences, but it somehow doesn't click for me. well it better click soon. bleah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that i'm in a much better state of mind, shall recall the exciting events of the week. sat nite the girls went over to ailing's place to surprise her with cake. ended up looking at pics of her in sch when she was younger, so cute la. haha. felt so lost and confused going home cause i'd never been to that part of the country before. to think singapore's so small... thank goodness for the mrt. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other highlights of the week include the fact that utd made it to the champions league final! yay! but it was such heartbreak having fletcher sent off. dude he so touched the ball la. and then there was the whole hoopla bout chelsea. i personally can't stand chelsea so yay barca! haha. plus i heard now they're going into the final with a long injury and suspension list. muahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going out with the 05 girls tmrw! really looking forward to it. hope the 40th anniversary deco stuff doesn't drag. shit i've got a pub stunt script to think of. ideas anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-1053087422955377836</id><published>2009-05-06T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:21:44.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sitting at home wearing 3 layers of clothes cause i'm shivering. this sucks. a fever of 38.6 deg sucks. all i can do is stone and sleep, totally unproductive man. in case you're freaking out, i do not have swine flu. i wouldn't even know of anyone to get swine flu from.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's exco elections. cpu's having a walkover as far as i know, unless someone suddenly decided to run last min. jing qiu's good, can see the passion for the comm in her, and ultimately that's all you need. the rest just follows accordingly. i know it did for me. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok really stoned right now, so shall just end here. back to bed i go :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-1053087422955377836?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/1053087422955377836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=1053087422955377836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1053087422955377836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1053087422955377836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-sitting-at-home-wearing-3-layers-of.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-1788741431443149054</id><published>2009-04-15T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:02:48.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today was speech day. was stationed in the canteen so didn't get to watch any videos. i remember our video last year... was the lamest nonsense ever (in the funny way of course). let's see... highlights include&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;aaron dancing to hot and cold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some candidate calling lcc his fave teacher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some candidate trying to promote qing wei as a good date (char called it the impossible mission)... haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;then aft that we went down for table tennis cheering. got free cutlet cause it was bought by a netballer and apparently they're not suppose to eat it. haha. the bus ride there was quite entertaining, kept laughing til my jaw hurt. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we got there and were kinda blur as to what to do. luckily we could just follow the table tennis girls. haha. so ting soon started the whole thingy off. he has the most adorable serve i've ever seen. but then again never really watched table tennis. heh. he came really close, but sadly he didn't win. then he came up to bong, wan ying and i and was like "sorry i didn't win." wah the heart pain i tell you, that boy almost made me cry. i'm ridiculously emotional, incase you didn't know. major heart pain too when alvin was playing. i guess it's cause you know the people so you end up emotionally invested in the match, wanting the best for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;daddy came back from cyril tatah's funeral yesterday in m'sia. i think it's absolutely horrifying how he died outside of his home. it's like the family had to go search for him not knowing what happened to him, whether he's alright or not, or that he was already dead in a hospital. at least it's some comfort that grampa passed away at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss him, but i take joy in the fact that he's up there eating all his fave food and with his brothers and sisters. it's the same with all deaths i guess, you miss the physical presence of the person but then again you know they're off to a better place, that they're not suffering anymore. at least there'll always be the memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-1788741431443149054?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/1788741431443149054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=1788741431443149054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1788741431443149054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1788741431443149054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-today-was-speech-day.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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0);font-size:x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAURA TAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hope you enjoyed your morning, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and that you enjoy the cupcakes :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;thanks for all the memories dear, the highs and the lows, because they've all helped to build this awesome friendship we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;lotsa &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-2149703802800632319?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/2149703802800632319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=2149703802800632319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/2149703802800632319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/2149703802800632319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-laura-tan-hope-you.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/Sd7q8gvCLZI/AAAAAAAAALs/zDzppe00tH8/s72-c/n627100386_4945332_813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-6666480714063360710</id><published>2009-03-27T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:28:54.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided to explain the numerous trips i've randomly planned with ppl over the years, which usually stem from us hearing abt other ppl going places. haha. ok so here it goes:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;ny with laura - cause there was an art trip there that got cancelled. can't remember whether it was in ij or nj, but we were quite excited bout it. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maldives with lennon - cause we didn't go last year for the cip trip! this one actually seemed feasible but alas... the thing's come and gone. sigh. don't think i'd wanna be stuck on the island with lennon though, he'll drive me mad. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;disneyland with my family - cause i've never been! how sad is that right? plus it's like the ultimate family place, so def a must go. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hawaii with isabelle - cause ij choir went there. can still remember us discussing all the details at the back of class during mrs tay's lesson. mrs tay... her and her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;brue carour baorgy book&lt;/span&gt; (that's how she'd pronounce &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blue colour biology book&lt;/span&gt;. lol.). haha. can double check with her at canoeing finals this year. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;uk with farhanah - cause the lit trip there was during our o level year! and it was kinda ex. but it sounded awesome man. shall ask fuzzie next time i see her at floorball stuff. i've always ended up marking her at friendlies. heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-6586188108332562765</id><published>2009-03-20T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:56:01.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so the hols are pretty much over. it's been a sad week, cause it passed by so fast! tried to get some hmwk done, damn i have alot of math to do. hmwk's a perpetual work in progress. how depressing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday brought the kiddies out to watch the tale of despereaux. at least that's how i think you spell it. it's that show with the mouse and the huge ears. cute mouse, but boring storyline. i wanna watch watchmen! finished the comic last week, my dad's original from the 1980's. it's starting to turn yellow. haha. i loved the ending, it's such twisted justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dad's been letting me read his old comics. so aft watchmen i moved on to more dc in the form of the kingdom come series. the illustrations are awesome. damn realistic. dunno what i'll be reading next, see what my dad pulls out of the cupboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's elects camp night hike recce tmrw! running around macritchie in the evening with all the wonderful mosquitoes. my mom's making noise bout how i'm the epitome of a mosquito magnet, and that i shouldn't be going. then brandon went on bout how i'd be the sacrifice for the greater good, seeing as how the mozzies would bite me and leave everyone else alone. haha. so we'll see how it goes tmrw. hope it doesn't take long, there's the match at 11!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of utd, my mom told me this funny story. her colleague, a utd fan, was approached by this dude, a pool fan, who had his fingers up indicating the score of the man utd-pool match. to which the colleague replies, "oh you don't need to remind me that we're 4 points ahead of you with 1 game in hand, i know it too." hahaha. he's awesome man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-6586188108332562765?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/6586188108332562765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=6586188108332562765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/6586188108332562765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/6586188108332562765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-hols-are-pretty-much-over.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-1826655859775784003</id><published>2009-03-09T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:35:47.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never thought i'd ever consider retaking malay, but ever since i've gotten back my results there's been a significant number of ppl telling me to retake. ok just so we're clear i got a d and... a DISTINCTION for oral!!! yeah man. like woah. i can still remember the crap abt having a carnival to get the young and the old to get to know more abt each other. haha. so retarded. well guess they liked my crap. heh. so yeah the oral thing is why ppl are saying i should retake, cause there's the possibility of doing better at the paper.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but come to think of it, this is prob the best result i've had for malay since i've been in nj. i'm serious. now before you suan me, you do have to realise that i've never had a use for malay apart from during lessons, and even then i mostly use english to understand it. so for me i guess i'd rather just forget abt it, close that chapter in my life. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus if i do retake i'll prob be the only one, so can you imagine me being the only one in class with cikgu? talk abt scary. but then again knowing cikgu he prob won't even turn up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus, the fact that i got a d even with the distinction for oral must mean that my paper must've sucked. like majorly. then the oral pulled me up. so is it really worth retaking? my language sucks, so would doing the whole paper again really matter? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's kinda weird when everyone around you thinks of distinctions or as and bs, and all you care abt is passing. like when ppl ask you how you did and you say you passed with a huge grin on your face they have that split second, "you're seriously happy with that?" look on their face. which is kinda mean on their part. who are they to judge what i should get for malay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-892292451376580699</id><published>2009-03-08T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:10:01.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so what happened yesterday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;started off the day at sch for public speaking course. it wasn't that fantastic, but at least bearable la. aft that we went for lunch at burger king at ps cause zi xiang had coupons. yay for coupons! haha. went to action city and played with this really cool game with an aeroplane and pigs. it'd make a totally awesome birthday present btw. haha. then had fried mars balls! heavenly man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aft that we went to go support wd at danceworks. it was a fun experience, although we didn't make it to the finals, nor did we win best supporters. sigh. i thought they did great. there were some scary dancers, esp the dudes who were kinda sissy. oh then there was the really hot rj dancer. we pretty much all agreed she was damn hot. haha. ij performed, though i didn't recognise anyone there apart from chelsea. van and zi xiang would cover my mouth so i couldn't cheer for them. aww... our dear prez and vice prez were invited and agreed to dance onstage, aft a tad bit of persuasion. hilarious man. haha. our wd ppl won a dance off against some of the performers. bong was a part of them. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-892292451376580699?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/892292451376580699/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-6451797781457893113</id><published>2009-02-24T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:42:37.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;what do you get when you combine running in the rain and a sick brother? a sick gabby. ok that didn't make much sense but you get the point. i think i'm coming down with something, and judging by how majorly bad my bro's hit, i'm in deep poop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm still trying to figure out my situation in a certain social circle. yeah we say hi and bye down the corridor but i bet they must feel like i've abandoned them in a way. at least some of them show it. i wasn't in the best position to vouch for myself when push came to shove so i guess i just took it and moved on with my life. oh well, i'm still gonna be there for them, cause i believe in them, and i know they can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;need to change my blogskin soon, ronaldo's beginning to annoy me. yeah he's a good player and all, but his whole attitude is in need of a major adjustment. acting like the whole world should be in awe of you isn't gonna help the team much. there's confidence, and then there's plain egotism.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having said that though... i think he's still ridiculously good looking. so maybe seeing him on my blog isn't necessarily a bad thing. esp the pic that's up now. joga bonito! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-6451797781457893113?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-1126674979950948925</id><published>2009-02-23T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:25:34.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my knuckles are still sore from sat. my hand was never meant for bangles. how sad. anyway sat was fun! lots of food and dancing and ppl all dressed up. that was like the first time i'd ever worn some indian costume other than a punjabi suit. i have absolutely no idea when i'm ever gonna wear it again though but oh well... it was pretty. haha. was so tired on sun that we fell asleep at grandpa's. the small kids kept poking us to see if we weren't dead. haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;phy spa's over! omg i stoned for a while figuring out what the graph was. anyway it's over... so yay. haha. it seems sch's been esp boring the past few weeks. like you've really gotta make the effort to find some joy in sch. thank goodness i have awesome friends who know how to liven up my nj life cause without them i'd prob die of boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-1126674979950948925?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/1126674979950948925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=1126674979950948925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1126674979950948925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1126674979950948925'/><link rel='alternate' 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a first. well lennon kept using the balloons to hit our heads. we're like "that's why you bought it for us right?". haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aft sch we met our og to go for lunch. they got us presents too! bong and i couldn't stop grinning, it was so sweet. went to kap for lunch, and wan ying made some crazy concoction as a forfeit for that number game. it was an m&amp;amp;m in curry sauce. then cause it was blue the colour ran and the sauce turned green. and to make it even more gross she used a chicken bone to stir it. haha. she was so crazy la. but an entertaining crazy. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aft that stayed in sch to wait for talentime, which i helped film since i'm in dv. haha. yup i'm in dv. mervyn had a hard time buying into that. so talentime was alright. we 05 ppl congregated to cheer for zhiler. "go zhiler... you're so hot!". haha. wasn't my idea but i played along. haha. at the end one of the judges was asked to sing and guess what song she sang? well i wouldn't know either cause it was a chinese song. like dude could you be any more racist? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to island creamery with wan ying aft talentime. i saw gerri soh with her og, sitting outside on the stairs. the place was ridiculously crowded. luckily we could find seats. wan ying, you were prob the closest thing i had to a v'day date. haha. it was nice, being able to sit and relax and talk over ice cream. it was better than if i were with any guy i know. ok maybe other than my bro. but he's my bro so he doesn't count as a guy, and he knows it. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thank you everyone for all the gifts! the balloons are flying around in my room, the chocolates are in the fridge so they don't melt, the rose is in a vase and all the messages and non-choc things are in my special stuff box. i'm gonna need a new box soon, the current zebra-print one is starting to get packed. but i'm not complaining. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-7850791631466298963?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/7850791631466298963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=7850791631466298963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/7850791631466298963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/7850791631466298963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-so-yesterday-we.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-8417850150540719697</id><published>2009-02-07T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:45:46.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i'm finally done with anything to do with orientation, and i guess it's kinda bittersweet. yeah it was tiring and draining at times, but with the end of orientation comes the having to get back to normal sch life. plus i'll miss my og! they are quite entertaining. haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so monday we didn't really get to see them much, since it was all admin stuff. tues was walk in, man does it feel good for it to be over. they cheered at our triangle part, so i guess it looked good. haha. wed was station games, got damn wet and covered in loads of flour, not a good combi since the flour'll get sticky. eew. thurs we were running around jurong and bishan. got a ride back in the first aid car cause of zhongxi's muscle ache. heh. i got alot wetter in this showdown than in o1. was talking to ziyi halfway when suddenly he lifts me up and qr comes along with his bucket of water. "i was clearing the water, you just happened to be in the way". yeah right. haha. dance party was fun, except for when the sound system died for a while. but honestly i think the dj had a weird selection, there was one point where he was playing music from bef we were even born. and not like they were nice songs either. nevermind here's hoping the one at victor tatah's party'll be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-8417850150540719697?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/8417850150540719697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;here's a list of things i've learnt not to do on the top deck of a boat thanks to yesterday's cny thingy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;leave your hair down. it flies. everywhere. though the wind-swept look apparently works for me according to bong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have long eyelashes. it hits your eyelids when you face the wind. not a prob for wy though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;face your back to the wind. leads to point 1.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;play cards. they can and will fly off the boat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wear a skirt/dress. again the wind issue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sit next to the horn thingy. your ears will hurt. majorly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yup. haha. yesterday was quite fun. karaoke is &lt;3. heard qinrui and glen sing for the first time. we just kept belting out songs that came out eons ago.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-6293516677209249736?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/6293516677209249736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=6293516677209249736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/6293516677209249736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/6293516677209249736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-list-of-things-ive-learnt-not-to.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-2274808596924461366</id><published>2009-01-26T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:22:19.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to grandpa's house yesterday. they've got some new hospital looking chair which is basically like a cooler version of a wheelchair. we've come to learn that in order to stop grandma from wheezing so much, we've gotta make her laugh. so brandon and i tried our hardest to make my 78 year old grandma who can't really see or hear laugh. she's damn cute la. haha. then we tried giving her a massage but stopped after realising how fragile she is. like the moment you poke your finger into her back there's a red spot. so we were like oh crap. forget the massage. then we moved on to try to give grandpa a massage and he started muttering something to the extent that we sucked. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that went for emmanuel's farewell party/ angel's birthday party. there weren't many children there, only us 6 and bhavina, she was so stoned she barely replied to our questions. was playing with her iphone and accidentally got it disabled for 60 minutes. that's a freaking hour la. i think she pretty much wanted to kill me aft that. haha. we were sitting there counting down like idiots, "omg 43 more minutes! yay!" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emmanuel's head was especially nice to play with. we were debating whether it felt more like a toilet brush or a dog's fur. in the end we concluded it was somewhere in between. and he has this standard issue specs, man they're fugly. it's like no matter how good looking you may be, the specs cause you to drop 10 rungs down the good looking ladder. tried long island tea today! yes today because i drank it at like 1.30am. halfway thru they were like, "you do know it's not really tea right?" oh. haha. anyway emmanuel's only gonna be out on 14th feb. valentine's day! haha. can't wait :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-2274808596924461366?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/2274808596924461366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=2274808596924461366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the possibility of it? it's like hanging on to that glimmer of hope without even trying to do anything for fear of the letdown. sometimes it's easier and less scary to do nothing and keep on dreaming rather than to face up to reality and to find out the answer for yourself, cause the answer may just burst your bubble. but what if the answer was what you were looking for? can you live with the regret of an opportunity missed? i think we're so afraid of disappointment that we choose not to risk it all, not to lay it all on the line. but ultimately who loses out? you, with the what ifs still floating around in your head. closure is necessary, and even if it doesn't work out the way you want it to, at least you go away from it with a conclusion. and ultimately life goes on. you can move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-1336722900516674119?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/1336722900516674119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=1336722900516674119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1336722900516674119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1336722900516674119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-you-do-when-you-think-that-its.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-8257307459713597603</id><published>2009-01-23T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:00:55.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been 51 days since i updated my blog. haha. so by somewhat popular demand i shall. i shall start off with my christmas recap. so basically it was the same as previous years, same houses, same people, same nonsense. BUT... i made a total of $6 in bingo and blackjack! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh then there was the party at my place. it was really fun seeing the ij girls again. too bad not all of them came (yes bill i'm esp talking bout you... haha). i think my class ppl think we're crazy, laughing like lunatics at everything. trust me, that was still considered pretty sane. haha. we had a cake for sar and mich, which fen awesomely hid in her teeny weeny bag, no idea how. haha. the last ppl left like close to 12. even then, there was still so much to talk about la. the drama mamas left relatively early so we decided that we're in major need of a sleepover where we'll spend every waking moment talking. so fun! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after christmas there was council retreat! it was quite fun la, not so much the place but the people who went. there were suppose to be 3 of us, audrey, kat and myself, in a room but we ended up pulling mattresses and fitting 6 girls in a room. haha. omg on the 2nd night we kinda locked van, sheryl and kat out of the room, cause audrey, shirley and i completely knocked out. so they ended up in some other room (shan't state whose... in case they kill me). felt damn bad in the morning la. omg :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that there was o1. og12 is just plain awesome man. they're so cute la. and retarded. ok some of them la. i had to sing for cheering session. alamak. with my sore throat somemore. aiyoh. hopefully i don't have to for o2. cheering went great, they're so obedient la. if you say alright stand up and cheer they'll stand up and cheer. don't think the sh1s will be that receptive though. gah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this past week was my first week of lessons. omg it's damn boring. haha. it's like after a week of running around everywhere, to have to sit in the same classroom for 3 hours is an absolute killer. and i'm kinda lost in everything so that doesn't help much either. so shall try my best to use the cny break to catch up... only to prob fall behind after o2 anyway... gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was cny celebrations in sch. was the same ol' thing, people generally speaking in a language i don't understand. so went down to the canteen to kacau the juniors as they cut paper and did calligraphy. and to look for the missing orientation banner. thank goodness we found it, would've just died if we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this break i actually have places to go, but all totally non-cny related. suppose to go to my grandma's place for steamboat dinner but my uncle isn't around, so have no idea whether that's still on. tmrw there's titan outing which i can only go later. i was suppose to go to my mom's doctor to get my ear checked out but apparently there's a match tmrw with nus, so dunno how that's gonna go. i don't even have my stick with me la. then there's emmanuel's farewell on sun, sending him off to ns. haha. ok la he's going in on wed but i, and many other cousins, have sch. so yeah. think he'll miss the hair the most. maybe not as bad as yu zhi would when it's his turn. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-8257307459713597603?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/8257307459713597603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=8257307459713597603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/8257307459713597603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/8257307459713597603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-51-days-since-i-updated-my.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-1411544709672083415</id><published>2008-12-03T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:58:58.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 22 days to christmas! haha. so decided to compile my first ever christmas wish list. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;disclaimer: you may or may not take the following list as a hint. totally up to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though i'd really like it if you do. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;new grip - cause my current one's reeeally black and starting to come off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hula hoop - cause my old one broke. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ipod touch - cause it's fun to play with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;new headphones - cause my current one's falling apart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;roller blades - cause i have no idea where my old ones are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my absolute must-have,&lt;li&gt;a pony - i've been suggesting it to my parents for many birthdays already, told them how i'd ride it to sch everyday, and feed it food from the sch canteen. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;this list made me realise alot of my stuff is either broken, in the process of deteriorating or just missing. how sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-1411544709672083415?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/1411544709672083415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=1411544709672083415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1411544709672083415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1411544709672083415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-22-days-to-christmas-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-5257922971512705038</id><published>2008-12-02T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:55:16.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;went for grad nite yesterday. it was quite fun, even though i thought there'd be dancing. guess that's what the butter factory part was for. so i was bouncer, and initially i was suppose to bounce 2 doors. now you'd think, "how is one girl suppose to ensure that ppl don't run in thru &lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;doors?". well it wasn't that hard, seeing as how both doors were already locked. hahaha. so in the end bounced at the main entrance with lennon. the program itself was quite entertaining. loved the wd items and the performance by the ip class. basically spent the whole time either taking pictures or complaining bout how much my feet hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our 3rd cpu camwhore session, realised we never had full cpu attendance at our camwhore sessions. heh. well shall wait for vanessa to return... and have a cpu christmas party! got a ride back from mr teo, aft daniel talked some crap to get him to give us a ride home. daniel's so full of crap i tell you... mr teo almost threw him out of the car cause he's so full of nonsense. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so needa start banner painting soon, and place council shirt orders. hoping to get the shirt out bef the end of the year. cpu's christmas present to council. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall leave you with random photos from grad nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;protecting our modesty. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/STVJlBSziMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3_tiHrx0RKQ/s1600-h/02122008+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275203438885701826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/STVJlBSziMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3_tiHrx0RKQ/s320/02122008+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have no idea what lennon's doing. haha. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/STVJkjfUdkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4iQCQgF5nAA/s1600-h/02122008+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275203430885127746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/STVJkjfUdkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4iQCQgF5nAA/s320/02122008+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;trying to be artistic &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275203411053401794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/STVJjZnEVsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/EXWqaNKc8jg/s320/02122008+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, my cousin and the pimp cane. haha&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/STVJiOupzrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nINcPvvX920/s1600-h/02122008+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275203390952558258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/STVJiOupzrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/nINcPvvX920/s320/02122008+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CHIJ!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/STVJhIOztdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/VSrxDvXwh_M/s1600-h/02122008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275203372028507602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/STVJhIOztdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/VSrxDvXwh_M/s320/02122008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-5257922971512705038?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/5257922971512705038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=5257922971512705038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/5257922971512705038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/5257922971512705038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-for-grad-nite-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/STVJlBSziMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3_tiHrx0RKQ/s72-c/02122008+097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-4041386788550751613</id><published>2008-11-28T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:17:02.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>floorball farewell's tmrw! haven't seen the seniors in ages, cept for chew, since she came for training today. really looking forward to tmrw :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;realised i'm in major need of catching up with ppl. yeah you see them around at random events or functions but there's never the time to get properly updated in the going ons of their lives. been reduced to having long talks on msn. not that that's a bad thing, but you'd rather meet them right? so i need to start coordinating stuff. turns out i'm usually the one doing the coordination, but not that i mind, i mean i've got free msgs. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know what else i need to do? hmwk. the only thing i've actually started on is gp. and even then i still need to figure out the entire thing. haven't found my phy book either. bleah. nevermind, planning to do the stuffs in dec. in between the training and the council stuff... oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna have a christmas party! and invite everyone under the sun. my house'll be so crowded you won't even be able to move. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-4041386788550751613?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/4041386788550751613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=4041386788550751613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/4041386788550751613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/4041386788550751613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/11/floorball-farewells-tmrw-havent-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-1590578760500249199</id><published>2008-11-24T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:52:37.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/videos/M/28/5q7011_94105443eba294te3glq11" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;so apparently i look like jessica simpson. cool shit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-1590578760500249199?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/1590578760500249199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=1590578760500249199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1590578760500249199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1590578760500249199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/11/celebrity-morph-by-myheritage.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-700694785551355877</id><published>2008-11-23T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:57:11.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;When you need somebody&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;When you want someone who cares&lt;br /&gt;When you're down and feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;When you call me, i'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;take care man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-700694785551355877?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/700694785551355877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=700694785551355877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/700694785551355877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/700694785551355877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/11/ill-be-there-for-you-when-you-need.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-3103475123528940690</id><published>2008-11-21T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:06:56.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to watch madagascar 2 today! it's damn cute la. esp my fave penguins. haha. so turns out mike and sarah have handphones now. those small kiddies? i only got my first phone in sec 1. and they get theirs when they're pri 3? dude, what do you msg about in pri 3? oh and daniel said he'll save up money so he can buy me a new handphone so he can play with the games. haha. he was like, "i'll get you one when i'm in university, cause now i have no money". haha. damn cute la that little boy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so aft that i went to the airport to send bong off. turns out yu zhi and ting ting were there too. and zi yi and yu hung were there too. i bet bong was thinking her farewell committee was a bit random. haha. so we had dinner and then watched her enter the departure hall. that funny woman left her pencil case with scissors in her bag, and it ended up getting confiscated. and it was her nice scissors too. haha. went back in a cab with ting ting and qinrui, they got off at amk and made their way back home. he's damn sweet la qinrui. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway sending bong off today made me realise that this time next year, it just might possibly be the same scenario but that she won't come back. she's mentioned before how she prob wouldn't stay in singapore aft jc so her going off may be for good. i can't imagine the day man. it'll be the typical straight out of the movies kinda scene. but then again i've come to learn that if you really treasure a friendship, you'll make the effort to make it work. and distance won't be a prob. yeah sure my experience is based on friends who are now in other schs, and it's much easier to keep in touch with them since they're on the same land mass, but i guess the concept still applies. essentially you do your best to make sure your friendship works out and lasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gonna miss you loads bong. see ya soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SSbcdf9-IAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RuTpZHwxyOo/s1600-h/n701757558_1989780_1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SSbcdf9-IAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RuTpZHwxyOo/s320/n701757558_1989780_1259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271142813239484418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-3103475123528940690?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/3103475123528940690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=3103475123528940690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/3103475123528940690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/3103475123528940690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/11/went-to-watch-madagascar-2-today-its.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SSbcdf9-IAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/RuTpZHwxyOo/s72-c/n701757558_1989780_1259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-4167231391684769551</id><published>2008-11-20T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:50:04.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to queensway today to order floorball shirts. ended up placing the order with the same dude i visited last time. he's damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;printer uncle: you came here before and didn't print anything right?&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah. but i'm here now right?&lt;br /&gt;printer uncle: very good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. can't wait for the shirts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-4167231391684769551?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/4167231391684769551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=4167231391684769551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/4167231391684769551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/4167231391684769551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/11/went-to-queensway-today-to-order.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-8546051675684422746</id><published>2008-11-19T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:28:08.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so realised how impulsive a person i am today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had training in the morning, then halfway thru while we were doing the dinosaur egg drill, i fell over jas and sprained my ankle. first thought was, crap, can't go for class outing. next thought was ouch. haha. so was sitting around being attended to, and realised that jas and wenqin and abby and mat are awesome nurses. haha. then aft that yu zhi followed me to the clinic at coro. the doctor made it out to be quite mild and i was like, it's not unbearable, so wth, just go for the class outing la. so we slacked at coro eating pringles til jit came, which was like an hour later, bef heading to east coast. ting soon gives sucky directions. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the time we got there they had rented their bikes already. shared a tandem bike with bong. it was damn fun la. we were pedaling like crazy, singing songs and gossiping. and eating pringles too. managed to feed her pringles while cycling. awesome right? haha. and there was loads of photo taking. ranging from the emo to the spastic. haha. oh oh! we rode past the yltc camp site. shouted like lunatics to the ppl we knew, said hi to karen and jaslin. couldn't find glen. poop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then... it poured, like really poured. we cycled like people possessed to return the bikes but in the end decided to stop at a shelter. when we finally made our way to the bike rental place, my shoes had like 2 litres of water in them. for all i know some teeney tiny organisms were in there too. *shudder* we asked the dude at the place to help us take a pic, and he laughed at our sad faces. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had one hell of a time figuring out what to do to become somewhat drier. in the end the only thing that i had on that was dry was jit's shirt. haha. ate dinner at burger king, then quickly went home cause we all felt so miserably cold. on the way home ting soon took pics of ppl sleeping, myself included. perv. haha. was listening to his ipod on the way home. also learnt that his stuff's falling apart. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i got home, took off my (jas') soggy ankle guard and guess what? my bump's blue black. but it doesn't hurt, honestly. so if you're a floorballer reading this pls don't kill me. i'm gonna stick to the next-week-no-training as instructed by the doctor and hopefully if all's well i'll be up and about bef you know it. yay! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-8546051675684422746?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/8546051675684422746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=8546051675684422746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/8546051675684422746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/8546051675684422746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-realised-how-impulsive-person-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-4289140104995954952</id><published>2008-11-12T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T01:45:39.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>never do banner designs after bowling.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so just got back from biennale part 2. ok maybe not just. the stuff at the south beach dev building weren't as interesting as the city hall pieces. but then again it might just be me. ran into xueyuan at the place, and she became our unofficial tour guide. a very retarded tour guide. haha. i think my fave piece was the the dancer, very pretty and colourful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so aft biennale we went for dinner then bowling! haha. which is exactly why i'm still awake now, doing house banners. at this point in time i've finished &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;terra&lt;/span&gt;. whee! haha. still got lignum, but i don't have their clan name so dunno how i'm gonna do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway... bowling right... i actually got a freaking strike! super fluke la. ok maybe my bowling skills got kinda better towards the end. must be positive. haha. it was really good to see xy again. she's so crazy la. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok shall go back to banners now. gah... on a brighter note, we're gonna ting ting tmrw! gabby needs footwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-4289140104995954952?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/4289140104995954952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=4289140104995954952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/4289140104995954952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/4289140104995954952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/11/never-do-banner-designs-after-bowling.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-3087116144879122198</id><published>2008-11-07T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:29:08.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had floorball outing today! haven't been out with the floorballers for a looong time man. so we had lunch at ps foodcourt, where this aunty kept nagging at us and tried to get us to leave... even though there was tons, yeah tons of space. then we tried to go to the arcade but got chased out cause some were in pe shirts. so we camwhored in the most random of places, outside the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SRQxUuvkx4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ToULQHjKpdQ/s1600-h/Pic115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SRQxUuvkx4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ToULQHjKpdQ/s320/Pic115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265888096517670786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so lame. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SRQxU_nrhmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9IR6uLSLf14/s1600-h/Pic116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SRQxU_nrhmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9IR6uLSLf14/s320/Pic116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265888101047961186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is us trying our best to imitate the madagascar 2 poster. for easy reference, the poster's below. incase you're wondering, i'm suppose to be the retarded penguin at the bottom left. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SRQxVL2M1wI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3sikZ3zT6cQ/s1600-h/Pic117.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SRQxVL2M1wI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3sikZ3zT6cQ/s320/Pic117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265888104330090242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one team, one dream; one heart, one soul - nj floorball 08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-3087116144879122198?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SRQxUuvkx4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ToULQHjKpdQ/s72-c/Pic115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-8231851452296147803</id><published>2008-11-04T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:18:15.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyway realised i forgot to blog about today. it was &lt;strong&gt;supposed &lt;/strong&gt;to be biennale part 2 today but guess what? the thingy's not open on mondays! betcha didn't know that did you? well... neither did we! so went all the way there and then wan ying calls to get us to check our tickets, where it mentions in not-very-obvious print that the exhibit's closed on mondays. so what did we do? well first we went to the arcade to wait for wan ying. played some shooting game with bong where we were screaming our lungs out at giant spiders and flying leeches. then we went to subway for dinner and got some teeney weeney stress ball in the shape of a sandwich. wan ying wanted to eat it claiming it looked like a gummy. then we went bowling! the last time i ever bowled was in pri 2 when we went on an excursion to cathay's bowling alley place thingy in east coast. still remember mrs lee trying to bowl, the poor old lady couldn't even lift the ball. haha. anyway... let's just say my bowling skills leave much to be desired. but it was fun! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that means we need to reschedule another biennale outing, which means more nagging from the folks bout going out too much and all that. but i figure honestly, this is like the only time i can go galavanting around singapore. come next year i'll be so swamped i'll prob just wanna die. so this is me making the most out of the time i have left to slack around and actually enjoy my jc life. so don't try to stop me. muahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-8231851452296147803?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/8231851452296147803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=8231851452296147803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/8231851452296147803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/8231851452296147803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/11/anyway-realised-i-forgot-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-3170890751869032910</id><published>2008-11-04T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:45:04.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SQ8pKgfTW_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/k5CDO-ZfYSY/s1600-h/n593451320_1991430_679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264471749916056562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SQ8pKgfTW_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/k5CDO-ZfYSY/s320/n593451320_1991430_679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok so i'm like 2 days late. but i did msg you on the day itself, and you didn't reply. basically put this photo up otherwise wouldn't really have much use for it. haha. as you prob already know max and i had tons of fun with your laptop cam. haha. see ya later at pw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-3170890751869032910?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/3170890751869032910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-6802169124464499700</id><published>2008-11-01T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:54:24.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally get the chance to wake up late today. i miss those days where i have absolutely nothing to do. just stone at home and do random things i'd never find the time to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had malay paper on thurs. it was ok la. think it was easier than promos, at least the compre passage this time wasn't about knives and stabbing people. haha. after that went to watch high sch musical 3 at ps. was majorly underdressed seeing as how i came straight from training. bong came too! haha. initially thought she didn't wanna go but she came anyway. she said it was for me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aww... &lt;/span&gt;so sweet right? haha. the movie was alright, the songs were pretty cool. qing wei and ting soon attempted to sing along. qing wei kept wishing he could swap places with gabriella, so he could touch troy. erm... haha. after that went for ice cream at ben and jerry's. had my chunky munky! omg can't remember the last time i had it. ghimo's a fan of it too now, thanks to me. haha. after that took the train back with ting soon. he got all excited bout working and the money he's gonna make. damn funny la that dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then yesterday had to go to sch by 7 for gm. it ended at abt 8 plus and aft that i had to wait til 4... yup 4pm, for exco meeting. so wasted time with max. so we camwhored like mad, played with bubbles, played some random hobo game online, spammed singapore flag temp tattoos everywhere and went crazy with qing wei's laptop cam. his laptop cam is damn fun to play with. press some button and you have a panda head. yeah man it was retarded fun. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so had a meeting at 4 to confirm ogls for orientation. it was quite dramatic i guess. ms chua and qing wei are damn funny together. so the ogl situation isn't as bad as i thought it was. the ppl we have are gonna be fun. haha. then it was another meeting to discuss council structure. mr2 is damn bloody cold. molly and i were almost frozen to death man. aft that got a ride home from mr teo. apparently he lives like a few blocks away from me. and i never knew! haha. cool man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the next week's the final stretch for pw. i can't wait for it to be over man. aft which, i'll need to start doing holiday hmwk, cause council's gonna check. then there'll be training, with nationals potentially in april next year. so that'll be intensive. then orientation prepping too, which they hope to settle by nov. hopefully. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-2583615399340691851</id><published>2008-10-28T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:15:53.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i shall heed eunice's advice and blog about pw. it's another week til i can completely drop pw and never have to worry about it ever ever again. hah. had our 2nd dry run today. brought cue cards for the group and guess how many lennon had? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;everyone had at least 4 cards and he had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. silly boy. so the run went ok, keith tan said i could become a politician after listening to my part. haha. then we went to watch the lance armstrong group. realised the new gp teacher giggles worse than qing wei. haha. and he had like the weirdest qns for them. why do you have a booth? erm... cause you need somewhere to display your stuff? how would you promote your event to women? who said they were excluding women in the first place? stupid. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went to watch lennon, qing wei and zhiler dance. they're very amusing to watch, esp zhiler. haha. lennon was uber self concious and stared over at us a total of 36 times while we were there. and qing wei, well he was being qing wei. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thurs' malay a's. gah. like pw, i don't wanna have to deal with malay academically ever again. was trying to teach ben how to say "that guitar is cheap" (no idea why) in malay and it took me damn long to remember that guitar in malay is gitar. i'm screwed. haha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-2583615399340691851?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/2583615399340691851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=2583615399340691851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/2583615399340691851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/2583615399340691851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-shall-heed-eunices-advice-and-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-5817833480915697691</id><published>2008-10-12T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:03:49.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so here's the pics from yec on fri. i swear the drama mamas are the craziest ppl ever. we ended up dancing with western dancers thruout the night. the concert emceeing part was hellish to say the least. but as soon as that was over rach and i ran to the dancefloor. generally had fun towards the end. realised my class guys can't dance, or at least claim to not be able to dance. haha. on sat went over to sar's place for dinner. tried our hand at spoofing videos but i swear we were such noobs. nevermind, we'll get better eventually. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SPIPi7tvsxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kYpq_QSXHmA/s1600-h/IMGP0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SPIPi7tvsxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kYpq_QSXHmA/s320/IMGP0123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256280807914320658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SPIPjHVtKkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jEKcJKBkCUc/s1600-h/IMGP0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SPIPjHVtKkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jEKcJKBkCUc/s320/IMGP0127.JPG" border="0" alt="" 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SPIHowpoFCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jmN8VnjknnY/s1600-h/IMGP0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SPIHowpoFCI/AAAAAAAAAHg/jmN8VnjknnY/s320/IMGP0113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256272111930446882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SPIHpAn24MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wY-d5xBYIzU/s1600-h/IMGP0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SPIHpAn24MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wY-d5xBYIzU/s320/IMGP0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256272116217995458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-5817833480915697691?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/5817833480915697691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=5817833480915697691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/5817833480915697691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/5817833480915697691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-heres-pics-from-yec-on-fri.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SPIPi7tvsxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kYpq_QSXHmA/s72-c/IMGP0123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-5257302557808277183</id><published>2008-10-09T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:27:37.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyoh. seems like ever since promos ended it's been nothing but class outings once the school day ends. let's see... first was the outing with the girls to bugis, where i got presents and a cake! haha. the rest spent like $16 for 20 pairs of earrings or something like that. yup i know, woah. haha. i mean they can only wear a pair at a time, so why so many? haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the next outing was to queensway to buy fbts. i got the pink one! it's super nice man. spent 2 plus hours walking from store to store as ghimo tried to buy shoes. i thought i was bad enough but ghimo? omg. that guy is insane. even bong and i, with relatively greater than average shopping stamina, were tired. then after that we went to watch mamma mia. SPOILER ALERT: i thought it was damn hilarious that colin firth's character was gay. haha. he ended up dancing and hugging some dude. haha. it was a real feel-good movie. it's like you'll leave singing abba songs and feeling high. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then next was the class outing to sentosa. we spent like 2 or 3 hours in the water playing frisbee and throwing seaweed and sand on each other's heads. i got kinda tanned, but not as bad as eunice and jit and yu zhi. those 3 were like 5 shades darker. haha. qinrui was as red as a lobster. ha. aft that went for lunch/dinner at tcc then to tp for tatah's birthday party. kieran was damn cute sticking his tongue out and showing off his belly. haha. ended up going home aft the match at abt 3am. that meant i was out for a total of 22 hours straight. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there was the other outing that day with bong, jit and qinrui. went to watch eagle eye aft pw. the guys were so sweet la, bought us popcorn and drinks and donuts. i swear we had some magical never ending bag of popcorn, it's like 1 and a half hours into the movie and it still hadn't finished. and it's not like we weren't eating much, we kept eating and eating and it just didn't wanna go away. haha. aft that went to pastamania cause the guys were hungry. bong and i just sat there watching them. haha. then we took neoprints! haha. the last one i took was with the sarahs in sec 2. the time when we bought our matching "disco diva" earrings. haha. so this time around i was a little rusty with my neoprint taking skills. plus everything was in jap and confusing. haha. we were screaming frantically trying to figure out what to press. in the end the pics that we got were so retarded you'd just die looking at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there was today. we ended the day gossiping in the phy lab with ms tey. she's quite fun to gossip with you know? and she's quite perceptive about the stuff going on in our class. she was trying to match each girl with a guy and it was hilarious man. after that we went to find clothes for wei jian. ended up buying a top and hairband. wei jian did get some clothes in the end, and apparently he's gonna wear it for yec tmrw. learnt today just how low guys are wearing their jeans. they wear them as low as lil wayne. if they start jumping around it'll prob just drop off. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm quite excited bout tmrw. haha. in major need of some partying. can't wait to see the drama mamas and have a full reunion! haha. plus the class is going down too so yeah it's gonna be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-5257302557808277183?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/5257302557808277183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=5257302557808277183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/5257302557808277183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/5257302557808277183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/10/aiyoh.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-5152743527132764432</id><published>2008-08-20T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:38:36.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so today was our class outing with hui mum. went to seoul garden and majorly pigged out. i swear i'm skipping my next 2 meals. haha. qing wei, lennon, ting soon and qinrui had 15 plates of meat. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;15 eh&lt;/span&gt;. that's like more meat than i eat in a week man. they prob ate a whole cow's worth of beef. haha. our table kept burning food and spamming brownies. in the end hui mum didn't even get to eat. poor thing. aft that we went to get presents for our teachers. went cam whoring in the most random of places, against beer and jewellery adverts, wasn't my idea. but they were nice shots la. bought hui mum an adidas jacket. did you know the adidas founder's name is adi dassler? so my brand name would be gablou. eeew sounds gross. went to watch a movie after that, some documentary bout chinese people and their desire to learn english. their accents are totally adorable. but ting soon felt bad laughing at his fellow chinese people after a while. he was like "you can laugh all you want right?". well i can't. cause my grandma's from hong kong. qing wei concluded that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;almost every racist joke under the sun would offend me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. fantastic.the movie was a total waste of time man. yeah it was funny at some parts but you'd leave the cinema thinking "i spent $6 on that?". at least we learnt some new songs. and i learnt that qing wei can giggle like a little girl. haha. overall it was quite fun la. we need to have more class outings. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10;"&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/37406177-5152743527132764432?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/5152743527132764432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=5152743527132764432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/5152743527132764432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/5152743527132764432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-today-was-our-class-outing-with-hui.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-1453929286115303316</id><published>2008-07-20T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T19:37:20.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so this weekend was an up and down one. let's start with friday. went to watch the floorball match against mj. nj didn't win, but they sure played their hearts out. the atmosphere aft that was... confusing. i mean i was never good at consoling ppl in the first place so i guess to anyone observing me i'd seem rather distant and oblivious to the feelings of the ppl around me. you never know how each individual reacts to setback so how do you go abt trying to comfort them? so yeah it was abit hard to do anything. then i heard something that totally bummed me out and then all the more i didn't know what to say or do to make anyone feel better, cause i myself suddenly felt glum. went for lunch/dinner with the j1s and we talked and things got kinda better. we were laughing at retarded things like we do everytime we go and eat together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft that i took the bus with sheryl, zhix and hui shan to bukit timah. we were on the bus for abt 1 and a half hours. we got on when the sun was still up and got off long aft it set. haha. by the time i got there char already knew it was her surprise party so yeah so much for that on my part. haha. played some card game with the shooting girls cause i had no idea how to play mahjong and it was quite fun! char ended up having to do a forfeit and let's just say it was well... interesting. haha. aft the party we were jumping around bursting balloons like little kids. haha. said hi to sheryl and zhix on the way out of the condo. managed to offload our remaining cake to them. haha. went home with glen and he walked me back to under my block. so sweet right? aiyoh. so that was a pretty awesome party, though i arrived like 2 and a half hours aft every one else. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday i went for angel's photo exhibit. the pictures were really cool. esp loved the ferris wheel ones. and the one with the girl wearing the pikachu helmet. haha. then we all got matching "whoa" badges and stuck them all over ourselves. haha. so that was my first art exhibit i've been to. yup i sound uber deprived. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-1453929286115303316?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/1453929286115303316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=1453929286115303316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1453929286115303316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1453929286115303316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-this-weekend-was-up-and-down-one.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-1575391916576780995</id><published>2008-06-21T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:48:32.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found this photo and couldn't help laughing at how tiny we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SF0TtUjIacI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ByoXcJY_J2c/s1600-h/minggu+perpustakaan+98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SF0TtUjIacI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ByoXcJY_J2c/s320/minggu+perpustakaan+98.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214345612896004546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those without the names... well i just couldn't remember what they were. sorry! and yeah this pic was taken when i was in pri 2. i looked kinda terrified. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-1575391916576780995?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/1575391916576780995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=1575391916576780995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1575391916576780995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1575391916576780995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-found-this-photo-and-couldnt-help.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SF0TtUjIacI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ByoXcJY_J2c/s72-c/minggu+perpustakaan+98.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-1960458035535635553</id><published>2008-06-18T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:22:53.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seriously don't know how i'm gonna do for cts. i used to be the sort who'd worry bout if i'd get my A but now i've been reduced to just wanting to pass. man how the dynamics have changed. my whole hols have more or less been dominated by training and matches. not that i'm dragging myself to training, they've been loads of fun and my floorball's def improved cause of it. still don't know if i'll make it to the first team though. coach's suppose to tell us on fri. i don't know but i think i give myself alot more leeway for cts cause of the numerous horror stories i've heard bout how almost everyone screws up cts. but i shouldn't right? i should all the more be working harder to make sure i'm not part of that grp. but somehow i never seem to be able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised that my cousins are very cute. daniel was shouting at me when i was driving with him in the go kart. when i asked him why he was like "because... if i don't tell you, you'll crash into the wall and we'll die". strangely morbid for a 5 year old. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw esti that day at the nyec cip thingy. the cip itself wasn't as fun as it sounded, max and i kept sleeping in between waiting for grps to arrive. haha. the ppl at st andrews cathedral are super nice man. ppl bought us drinks and asked us if we'd like to wait inside their air-conditioned welcome room. aft the whole thing went for dinner and then to the arcade! letts is such a buttwipe. he crashed into my car and i ended up last for daytona. hur... tracy owes me an air hockey match. we were so excited to go play but the stupid machine wasn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be a little ij council reunion at the cj invest. haha. tan, esti and myself are going down. then there are the tons of ij councillors in cj getting invested. so yeah really looking forward to that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-1960458035535635553?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/1960458035535635553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=1960458035535635553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1960458035535635553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1960458035535635553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-seriously-dont-know-how-im-gonna-do.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-3665461681677859259</id><published>2008-06-12T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:42:08.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was quite a fun day. haha. so we had a friendly against ij. we won 3-2, though we could've beaten them more convincingly. but coach said our game did improve so that's good. played against fazzie! haha. was surprised to see her there and all the more surprised i was marking her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the match it was a mad rush to prep for the party. and i mean mad man. i was like in and out of the house in like 15 minutes. then had to go buy seaweed chicken and the queues were super long. then to make things worse the train was delayed due to track failure. track failure? i've never heard that announcement before. haha. so went to kahyee's house to cook the food, and we painstakingly blotted out as much oil as possible. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; went to the function room and the seaweed chicken passed xianhui's inspection test. yay! haha. it was super popular la, within 45 minutes the 2 plates were gone. like woah. we played some card game where we all had to be mrt stations and it was super funny! we just kept screaming and screaming until sam told us we were making too much noise. haha. played hide and seek with the seniors and it was majorly fun! haha. hid with jana, bingxin, sue and yini in the lift, where we almost passed out due to a lack of oxygen. haha. so after deciding that oxygen is very impt, we hid in a pit next to kahyee's house and played uno. haha. needless to say, we got found, but at least we weren't the first! haha. turns out abby snr was hiding in the function room, smart man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i realised at like 9 plus that mr tong wasn't there, even though the whole point of the party was to wish him farewell. oh! then there were those weird ppl who tried to steal our food. actually they managed to steal a tray of sausages, like wth right? who steals food from someone else's party? weirdos. sheryl was saying they might've been drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the party, there was sooo much food left over. was saying there was enough bee hoon to feed sam for like 3 months. haha. managed to clear the seaweed chicken! haha. bingxin on the other hand wasn't so lucky with her onion rings and nuggets, though i think she managed to offload it to someone. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically realised yesterday how much fun and how retarded floorballers are. haha. love them to death man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-3665461681677859259?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/3665461681677859259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=3665461681677859259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/3665461681677859259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/3665461681677859259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday-was-quite-fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-5371364362381533879</id><published>2008-05-28T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:42:48.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm off to malaysia tmrw! which means i'll be missing quite a no of trainings. yesterday was quite a fun day with the floorballers. had training in the morning from 7.30 to abt 10 plus. then went for lunch at west mall. we played hide and seek in the shopping centre. it was such super retarded fun! haha. karen is the worst hider ever. stood in front of the glass panel at funzone. hahaha. matilda and i played that jurassic park game, you know the one where you shoot the dinosaurs? we had the funniest jurassic park playing convo ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me (at this point my character's being eaten by the t-rex): omg matilda shoot the dinosaur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matilda: i am shooting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: but you haven't even reloaded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn funny la that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aft lunch we went to ite bukit batok for the finnish clinic. we were feeling so inferior watching them do their tricks and all that. showoffs. haha. but then again they are national players so you'd have to expect that kinda level of floorball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem spa today wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. though there was alot of potassium permanganate flying around. haha. just glad to get it over and done with. found out that we have our own lockers in the council rm! haha. i've got one in the highest row so yay for me! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-5371364362381533879?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/5371364362381533879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=5371364362381533879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/5371364362381533879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/5371364362381533879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-off-to-malaysia-tmrw-which-means-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-909368540087865109</id><published>2008-05-24T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:27:02.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UTD WON THE CHAMPIONS LEAGUE!!! WHEE! omg i swear that was the most painful match to have to sit thru. and super long. i was hoping to be able to sleep a bit aft the match but nooo... it had to go on for forever. nearly had a bloody heart attack when chelsea came close to scoring. and at the penalties... omg i was crying like an idiot when ronaldo missed. i didn't even realise that terry missed, i thought it was over. then i was like "eh, why aren't the chelsea players celebrating?". screamed my lungs out when van der sar saved anelka's shot. the high from them winning was what kept me going thru the day. and man did i need it cause it turned out to be one of the longest days i've had in sch. was in sch til about 10.30 cause of invest prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday had to be in sch by 6.30. so literally dragged my butt to sch half asleep. had invest yesterday. yesterday was also founder's day in ij. haha. so the invest itself actually went pretty fast. went down to lead the yah cheer at the end and i could see some of the seniors were like "what is she doing?". haha. but it was quite funny. i think i cut the emcee off halfway. whoops. THE IJ COUNCILLORS GAVE US PRESENTS!!! so sweet right? aiyoh. the former-ij-now-nj councillors were all singing ij songs and it was super fun! haha. then came the totally random photo takings, i have no idea how i'm gonna get all the photos. we didn't get to take hierarchy photos! hur... now gotta get the ppl to bring their blazers and white shirts again on agm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so spent my time aft sch waiting to head to emmanuel's house at kap with the ip2 councillors. aiyoh they are a giggly bunch. but they're all super fun la. saw fen too! then went over to emmanuel's house aft meeting brandon, i helped make spaghetti! yay me! haha. we ended up staying there til abt 1am plus? i was super stoned yesterday man. i don't think it was the drinking, but more so the fact that i only had abt 8 hours of sleep for the past 48 hours. it's quite beneficial to your drinking cause when your uncle, who's your dad's boss, is the one giving you the vodka and whisky.  haha. so today i'm seeing all of them again, and we'll prob only finish at 2am plus this time, and tmrw there's cpu jts and daniel's birthday to go for, omg i'm gonna need some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-909368540087865109?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/909368540087865109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=909368540087865109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/909368540087865109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/909368540087865109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/05/utd-won-champions-league-whee-omg-i.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-2941247247202017703</id><published>2008-05-16T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:26:03.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm still very high from fiesta. haha. it wasn't so much the stuff that was there, but more so seeing everyone again. oh, but i was super bummed that there were no more shirts by the time i got there. should've choped it man. and the fiesta badge too! aiyoh i'm super unlucky. mrs lee was kinda willing to sell me her shirt that she got dunked it. heh. ok maybe i wasn't that unlucky cause uncle vernon gave me his coupons! so moral of the story: make friends with the security guards, you never know when it'll come in handy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so spent the day running around with mich and jess. THE BOUNCY CASTLE WAS SUPER FUN MAN!!! haha. we were bouncing around like goondus with all the small kids watching us. haha. that was the only attraction we went for la. in the end had to offload coupons by buying hot dog buns, yeah just the buns. they had a surplus of buns and so paid 1 buck for 4 buns. super retarded i know. but what else are you going to do with a piece of paper? might as well use it to get something right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that we went for dinner and basically we just sat there and talked crap for forever. jess had a super far out conspiracy theory as to why nj has 41 councils despite only being 39 years old. something bout not being able to erase history... hahaha. i really miss them eh. i felt super nostalgic going back to ij. it's like the rush of emotions you feel walking through the gate... knowing that you're going back to a place you spent a decade of your life at. a place where sooo many memories were made with some of the most awesome people you'll ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sums up my day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SC21ePMtFbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WDdCYEoTf0w/s1600-h/Gabby+Mich+%26+i+(retarded+picture).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SC21ePMtFbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WDdCYEoTf0w/s320/Gabby+Mich+%26+i+(retarded+picture).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201012675763312050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-2941247247202017703?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/2941247247202017703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=2941247247202017703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/2941247247202017703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/2941247247202017703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-still-very-high-from-fiesta.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_df0px6YtoAE/SC21ePMtFbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WDdCYEoTf0w/s72-c/Gabby+Mich+%26+i+(retarded+picture).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-9168231891732578056</id><published>2008-05-04T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:52:25.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so yesterday was college day. had chem prac in the morning then went for lunch with my class at far east bef heading to little india to get supplies for the food fair. saw michiban at far east! haha. she looks skinnier. told me she got into council, and that most of the ij girls who ran got in too. heehee. decided to meet up again at fiesta. can't wait for fiesta man. wanna play on the bouncy castle. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the food fair itself, &lt;strong&gt;terra soda owned man&lt;/strong&gt;! we went thru bout 40+ maybe 50 bottles of ice cream soda? let's see what i consumed yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 2 bowls of macaroni (which yu zhi is also a fan of)&lt;br /&gt;2. 1 cheese sausage (which my ogls made me buy)&lt;br /&gt;3. 1 chocolate waffle (which maxine made me buy)&lt;br /&gt;4. bit of a brownie (from ilyas)&lt;br /&gt;5. some strawberry ice cream (from lennon)&lt;br /&gt;6. some ignis fizz (from i can't remember who)&lt;br /&gt;8. some free delifrance (which went missing aft clean up)&lt;br /&gt;7. total of 6 cups of terra soda (some i kopped from other ppl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kid you not for the last one. haha. in the end terra made an estimated profit of $100. haha. at least we made a profit in the first place. i'll be getting back my 5 bucks! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! need to share bout my random bug sting. you see, while waiting for my turn to do the drill during training, i got stung by a random bug. it's like, i could feel something on my leg, so i brushed it off and next thing i knew i felt a sharp pain in my leg. so i hobbled up the nj stairs with maxine and we found mr low, who got some senior councillors to get first aid for me. MANY THANKS TO MICHELE AND YAORONG FOR HELPING ME OUT! so aft a while my leg went numb so mr low was nice enough to drive me to the clinic behind my block. so the doc had to poke the wound and drain out the blood to see if there was anything inside. fortunately there wasn't. but today i woke up and that part of my leg was red and swollen. and itchy. i mean reeeally itchy. hur. gonna go to the doc's tmrw for my yltc checkup so will get him to check it out. maybe he'll tell me i can't go for the camp cause i have weird reactions to insect stings. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-9168231891732578056?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/9168231891732578056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=9168231891732578056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/9168231891732578056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/9168231891732578056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-yesterday-was-college-day.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-2190343397450924976</id><published>2008-04-30T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:34:04.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didn't go to sch today cause i woke up not being able to breathe thru my nose. haha. lennon's like, you just wanted to sleep more right? seeing as how i got home at 11 yesterday, and that i watched football in the morning... let's just say having the flu isn't that bad after all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm head of cpu! haha. so it's estella passing down to gabriella... ella... ella.... eh. haha. i think she's psychic, she told me the first time i met her that i'll end up in cpu. yeah the artistic comm. i know what you're thinking, gabby doing art? what has the world come to? well, cpu's not all about art, there's the cheering and ra-ra aspect of it too, which i can do, and pretty well i would think. had lots of ppl come up to me aft i didn't get prez to console me, even though i thought i didn't look too distraught. but andy had a point, maybe that decision was for a reason, maybe i'll be better off being in cpu, maybe i wasn't ready for prez. i dunno. but i did know a few ppl who were shocked when i didn't get it though. but kudos to letts, i think he has the look of a prez you know? and i think he'll do an awesome job. i like our exco, i think we've got a good mix of crazy and sane. haha. the ijtp girls are representing! all in exco. cool man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've gotta settle who to pick to be in cpu. there's only 7 of us, i thought there were waaay more but oh wells... had a few ppl ask to be in cpu but nothing's final yet. it's like you don't wanna guarantee someone a spot this soon you know? cause who knows who else wants to be in your comm? would def take in shirly and kara-anne if they wanted to, cause we agreed that whoever gets it, the other 2 should be in the comm too, but they're still considering IDEAS so we'll have to see. just hope that the comm allocation doesn't cause any more friction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so college day's on sat, and there's no sch on mon! haha. kinda indirect long weekend for me then. at least i'll have time to catch up on tutorials. i'm proud to say i'm still only in the single digit range of unsubmitted tutorials! yay! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-2190343397450924976?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/2190343397450924976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=2190343397450924976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/2190343397450924976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/2190343397450924976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/04/didnt-go-to-sch-today-cause-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-5943339184171075971</id><published>2008-04-28T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:38:41.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. tmrw's exco elections, and i've still only got like what, 4 lines of my speech done? rawr. i have no idea what to write. yeah i know a whole bunch of ppl say that my chances are pretty good but if i screw up my speech who knows how that'll affect how things go? aiyoh tmrw's gonna be a suuuper long day. heard last year they took 6 hours, if that's the case this year we'll only end at like 10.30? might as well camp in sch. sleep on tables like in elects camp. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! went for sajc's drama production yesterday with the sarahs. erica was sooo awesome! i swear it was a fantastic production. loved the lighting effects. haha. i swear lighting is the funnest part of a production. there were some dudes behind us who kept shouting for the lead guy to kiss erica. haha. the dude who played the balinese chee ko pek was so hilarious! "you wan man right?" haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was great seeing the drama mamas again, and i thought it was so great that the fact that we hadn't been together for what, 4 months? didn't affect how easily we could just talk and act our crazy selves. haha. man i love them bucketloads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-5943339184171075971?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/5943339184171075971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=5943339184171075971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/5943339184171075971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/5943339184171075971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/04/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-4208704828204573697</id><published>2008-04-19T21:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:00:11.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've come to the conclusion that i will just blog whenever i feel like it. haha. so basically loads of stuff has been happening since my last post. I'VE TRANSFERRED CLASS! to 08s05, which has alot of cool ppl. but i'll def never forget 08s22, the whole crazy bunch of them. oh, cause i've changed class, i've also changed house! so no longer in lignum but now in terra. terra's alot more louder than lignum, but then again when you have a house capt like weiwen, you can't help but be loud. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh got my stick! it's such a pretty stick i swear. the guys in my class absolutely love it. esp zi quan, can't seem to let go of it whenever i bring it to sch. but i've got some ppl who are like "gabby! since when did you like pink?" haha. i realise i've never really been all out in my love of pink, so my uber pink stick must come as a surprise to some. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another major thing that happened was campaign week, oh campaign week. haha. gotta be in sch by 7am every morning, then get yelled at by seniors, then wear your tie and nametag around sch. haha. speech day was less traumatising than i thought it would be, despite the fact that i flubbed some lines. haha. mr yip thought my ans to one of the qns was "very mature", and there were ppl who would walk pass me and sing "ella, ella, eh" for a couple of days after that. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was def less torture than elects camp. ok la, wasn't really torture but i did get home with major muscle ache. haha. but it was def something memorable. the night walk was damn funny, i screamed even though i knew the person was gonna pop out from behind the wall. ankit and i were running around like spies, and he was intending to poke the councillors scaring us with the flag, but i told him "dude, if we poke a councillor, can you imagine the payback we'd have to do?" haha. then there was the land ex, i loved how our group was so enthu even though we had been walking for forever. haha. and we got free tickets to the chinese cultural centre! but like seriously who goes there right? so i think we gave them to jie ying and kok hao. haha. had gastric on the last day, couldn't hold any food down. was quite annoying but at least it got better at dinner. went home, slept til bout 10, watched the match and then went back to sleep. i swear that was the most unproductive i've ever been. gah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had training at valhall today, learnt alot of new stuff, both bout floorball and bout how retarded the senior guys are. never knew my speech resonated so deeply with some of them. haha. had dinner at the kfc with the free refills with coach, found out he's a pretty cool guy, who thinks hui shan is very aunty, and who also reads the floorball blog. hur... he said i should initiate a conversation with the dude and see how it goes. haha. he's damn cute la coach, in a haha cute way. on the 16 saw a woman with a beetle pendant and dog bag. the beetle in the pendant was real, i would like to think the dog on the bag is fake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-4208704828204573697?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/4208704828204573697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=4208704828204573697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/4208704828204573697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/4208704828204573697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-come-to-conclusion-that-i-will-just.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-1533768879387072000</id><published>2008-02-24T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:27:14.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've actually been reduced to posting once every 5 months. wow. anyway got sick after orientation 2 so i'm not going to sch tomorrow! haha. omg have to mention that my medication for phlegm has a higher alcohol content than beer. cool shit man. jeremy was asking if i'd gotten drunk yet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; orientation 2 was fun man. not as fun as orientation 1, but at least i got alot wetter. you always get alot wetter when you're an ogl. dance party was kinda sad since the turn out wasn't fantastic. but i honestly think, given the right group of people, no matter how few, you can have an awesome time at any dance party. my ideal group of people to party with? my crazy cousins, the ga2 munners and the ld gang, now that'd be an insane party man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, orientation 2 was def a memorable experience. yeah sure half my og was missing half the time but the ones i got left with are a pretty cool bunch of people. oh and there was my new found mass dance partner, who reminded me so much of henry from ugly betty. haha. unfortunately he wasn't as cute as henry but he had the whole adorable geek thing going on. but most of the time i partnered phong, who is so full of energy it's unbelievable. another memorable moment had to be qing wei squealing... yes squealing, when i splashed the water on him. totally hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri was road run and i tell you i was so tired and so sick the last thing i needed was to run up and down slopes. fortunately ms chan could hear how sick i was and she said i didn't need to run. met leon and watched him get bullied by alvin. haha. pris scolded him after that and started whacking him with newspaper. in the end, lignum came in 2nd! yay! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; after road run i went for training at ntu, which is like uber far man. took a bus, then the train, and then another bus before actually reaching there. the campus is absolutely ginormous. seriously. finally got to experience for myself how tiring floorball can be. on the awesomely long train ride home abby, purple and i slept like pigs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise i've yet to buy my nj uni. it's gonna be a totally new exprience man. i've been wearing the good ol' blue pinafore for 10 years? and now i'll be wearing a skirt. it's so council uni-ish. hope gray's my colour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-1533768879387072000?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/1533768879387072000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=1533768879387072000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1533768879387072000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1533768879387072000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-actually-been-reduced-to-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-2164908555181640580</id><published>2007-09-12T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T18:23:38.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prelims are over! but i don't want to get my results back. gah. during chem prac mrs selvam told me i lost 6 marks for my chem prac paper. fantastic. bad enough i lost 6 marks in the theory paper and now i lost another 6 marks in the prac. gah. i'm trying pretty hard not to think of all the marks i lost due to careless mistakes and unseen questions. i swear i go blind when it comes to doing math papers. for a math i didn't see the 3 mark qn and for e math i didn't see the 1 mark qn. yeah it's only 3 marks and 1 mark but i def need all the extra marks i can get. hurr. help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-2164908555181640580?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/2164908555181640580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=2164908555181640580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/2164908555181640580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/2164908555181640580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2007/09/prelims-are-over-but-i-dont-want-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-7509432019441542050</id><published>2007-08-31T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:21:57.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah. i haven't posted for a looooong time. but today's definitely worth blogging about. so today was teachers' day celebrations and it was a blast! the teachers were really game and dressed according to the themes. my favs; mr armstrong, who looked good in a jipa-ish (not sure bout the spelling) thing, mr chan aka fred flintstone and esp cikgu mas! with her tall witch hat and the glasses. she looked so cute! it was really fun watching the teachers having fun and they totally seemed to enjoy the day. kudos to the council for putting everything together! next year's batch will have a hard time topping that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after that i rushed home to bathe and get my stuff before heading to vivo to see the: HEROES WORLD TOUR!!! i reached there at about 2.15 and it wasn't that crowded. found brandon and sarah jane and we waited there for about an hour and a half. the crowd started pouring in at about 2.30 and soon we were joined by dhar. the heroes were late, they came at about 3.45 but when they did it was crazy! the security removed the barricade some time before they arrived and so when the heroes finally came they were surrounded by big burly security guards, totally ruining my plan to get them to come up and take a pic with me. but... in the end, I GOT TO TOUCH MASI OKA'S SHOULDER!!! haha. ok i wasn't fanatically excited but i thought it was pretty cool. managed to stick my hand in between the barrier that was the security and patted him on the shoulder. so after they walked the red carpet they went onstage to talk about the show and all that. brandon managed to take some really good shots, which i now owe a whole lot people. they were there for about 10 minutes before heading off to take pictures with presumably the vips. then they disappeared into the holding area behind the stage and came out a few minutes later. then they were swarmed, i mean literally swarmed by people who were following them to their bus. we kinda followed along but we weren't frantically running after them. managed to see them get onto the bus and i think they were totally overwhelmed by the reception they received. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we just went home and i realised that the only thing i'd had the whole day for nourishment was a bottle of root beer. haha. i hadn't eaten for the entire day. who knew i could go without food for about 12 hours. maybe 30 hour famine won't be that bad after all. so today was a pretty tiring day. but it was definitely full of fantastic memories, from watching mr armstrong dance with palm leaves (i have a video!), to grabbing masi oka's shoulder and talking nonsense with sarah and dhar, it was totally  worth the lack of sleep and food. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-7509432019441542050?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/7509432019441542050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=7509432019441542050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/7509432019441542050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/7509432019441542050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2007/08/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-8000918688881201679</id><published>2007-07-13T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:29:51.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got a ridiculous sore throat so i sound absolutely terrible. people keep telling me not to talk so much but i can't help it. i think it's in the name, i'm gabby and as a result i have to talk alot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! my bro made it into the judo nationals finals! so cool right? i'm so proud. and, his judo team was mentioned on stomp, the online straits times thingy. just search for the st gab's judo team and yeah my bro's in it! not bad huh? under hot stuff some more. haha. btw, he's one of the remaining team mates. so yeah he won. he beat the guy in 9s by falling on him. not very dramatic but a win is a win i guess. haha. i figure at this rate, i'll be able to follow him to the olympics in no time! for moral support of course. maybe the 2012 olympics in london, with the rather weird-looking logo. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-8000918688881201679?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/8000918688881201679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=8000918688881201679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/8000918688881201679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/8000918688881201679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-got-ridiculous-sore-throat-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-1229730067736442603</id><published>2007-06-29T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:51:55.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally logged on! my stupid blogger was in chinese so it put me off trying to remember my password, which i couldn't remember for the life of me. but now i do... so yay for me! haha. my last post was like what? in jan? so tons of stuff has happened like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- invest&lt;br /&gt;- combined camp... which included a stayover at rach's... the turtles were cute&lt;br /&gt;- fiesta&lt;br /&gt;- syf&lt;br /&gt;- mid years&lt;br /&gt;- rmun --&gt; d and d was awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;- malay o's...&lt;br /&gt;- utd won the premiership!!!&lt;br /&gt;- 2nd anniversary of jon jonnson day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had malay oral yesterday. it was on manners or courtesy or something like that. the examiners were nice, so it wasn't THAT bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my must write bout what unfolded earlier today. i now have a very ahem... interesting prospect in front of me. you see, there's this guy, guy a, who happens to want to meet my friend, girl a. in exchange for getting guy a and girl a to meet, guy a will intro me to one of his friends. HAHAHA. it's so funny la. i was just picturing the 4 of us meeting. haha. so wondering how to ask girl a if she wants to meet guy a.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that today was pretty dull. the wushu was cool i guess. this mr chan didn't tell me joanna wasn't singing... ended up looking like an idiot asking her what song she'd be singing today. hiyah. the gift was quite weird in that we spent a good 5 minutes figuring out what it was. but when we did we thought it was pretty cool. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay my blog's working again. i'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-1229730067736442603?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/1229730067736442603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=1229730067736442603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1229730067736442603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/1229730067736442603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-finally-logged-on-my-stupid-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-2766181559292451873</id><published>2007-01-22T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:28:00.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't been posting for some time. been too busy. busy with council stuff... invest, combined camp, ij fiesta... so all my saturday mornings are gone. but we talk alot of rubbish too, so meetings aren't that bad. i tell you... it's amazing the lameness that fen has. you'd think she's this really studious girl but man, looks are deceiving. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for sam's party on sat, it was fun. from the "volleyball" and the other games we played, to all the gossip. haha. zach is damn cute la. "wait til i'm 10". haha. the cake was really cool cause it was a chess board with little edible playing pieces. and sam being sam, had to play chess on her cake. haha. we were all, "we wanne eat the cake!". found out that chelsea lost to liverpool while at the party. haha. was happy... til this morning. damn henry. van persie got injured while celebrating his goal. haha. stupid bugger. nevermind. 6 points is still a pretty good lead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-2766181559292451873?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/2766181559292451873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=2766181559292451873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/2766181559292451873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/2766181559292451873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2007/01/havent-been-posting-for-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-777060656615085420</id><published>2007-01-04T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:38:27.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back to school. sigh. it's only been 2 days but already i can't stand it. but then again, i've been running around for sec 1 orientation. it's been alright so far i guess, seeing as how we're all new to running an orientation. the class bonding games today looked effective, at least at the parade square, cause i didn't go to the other place. water balloons always seem to work. haha. i'll be going for my 4th learning journey tomorrow with 1/8. 4th man, that's like 2 times too many. haha. and there's the campfire tomorrow, quite excited about that. but after that it'll be back to lessons. gah. o level begins 22nd oct! oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, christmas was fun,fun, fun. haha. tons of late nights and drinking orange juice (wink, wink) with the cousins. haha. saw the same bunch of relatives a total of 4 times. not complaining though, each time was great, from carolling to aggressive charades, and hairstyling to monopoly. yeah it was random. haha. then there was the cat class bbq which was fun, though it rained buckets. but we still managed to bbq! haha. oh yeah, there was the surprise at carl's junior for sar and mich. it was quite funny leading a "blindfolded" sar to carl's junior. i didn't know kendrick could do magic. haha. then there was also the d and d. though we didn't really know many people there, it was alright. wanted to win the ipod video though. would've liked to dance a little longer and with a certain someone, although we did dance next to the birdy! haha. birdwatchers for life! there are many hot birdies in laura's church. that's all i'm going to say. so basically that's my christmas period in a nutshell. and along came school. darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-777060656615085420?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/777060656615085420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=777060656615085420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/777060656615085420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/777060656615085420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-116669943020520358</id><published>2006-12-21T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:10:30.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my house is never gonna be ready for christmas. i think christmas is coming too fast this year. anyway, yesterday went christmas shopping. i got my skirt! yay. managed to settle most of the presents. i have a feeling this year i'll get a significantly smaller no. of presents. i think people would have given up on what to get for me. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went for the sji prefects camp on monday and tuesday. it was well... an experience. haha. went there on monday with mich, sar, bill and rach. on the way to sji i called roth and told him we weren't coming and i could hear the disappointment in his voice. haha. then we walked into the school and saw him and we were like "SURPRISE!!!". haha. he was damn malu after that. then basically we sat around and played card games as the boys did their thing. then we helped make the disgusting stuff for one of their station games, cause apparently "we're better at it than them". then there was more waiting around and playing happy family. then it came time for reflection. they had like candles and buckets of water. then at the end they splashed us la! those buggers. it didn't help that as we were going home it was raining buckets too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next day we went there at 8am. well, i went at 8.30, stupid rain. but at least i was more prepared with my ultra water-resistant pink windbreaker. then we played my travel sized monopoly for about an hour or so. then played more games in the canteen. at around 11 the guys had some presentation thingy so we went for that. we were all like "we could have come at 11!". yeah but monopoly and snap was fun. haha. at the presentation we stumped the first group with our question and the other guys were all "wah..." haha. then we had lunch and then it was time for more chit chat as the guys did their stuff. ROTH MENTIONED OUR COUNCIL AND HOW BONDED WE WERE. YAY! haha. then they had their internal investiture. then the had a picture slideshow that was well... unusual. haha. after that they had this little disco thingy where they all started dancing down at the front of the lecture theater. haha. if there's one thing i learnt from that was that we cannot go clubbing with those guys. haha. well. we kinda joined in the whole thing from where we were, the back of the lecture theater. bill should've gone down there with them... she would have fit right in with her dancing! haha, just joking bill. then after all that we said our goodbyes to the sji exco and went home. on the bus ride home i saw the flower shops at upper thomson and they were all really really flooded. i could see plants just floating away. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so christmas time's gonna be a busy one for me. i dunno, but for me, christmas has lost it's sparkle this year. it's sad. oh well, maybe going for all the parties will help me enjoy christmas. and the fact that i haven't finished my homework is also annoying me. let me just say for the record, I WILL DEFINITELY NOT BE ABLE TO DO IT ALL. oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-116669943020520358?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/116669943020520358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=116669943020520358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/116669943020520358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/116669943020520358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-house-is-never-gonna-be-ready-for.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-116583731756589911</id><published>2006-12-11T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T19:46:30.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a bit late but, HAPPY CONFIRMATION people in holy spirit whom i know. haha. that ensures i don't leave anyone out. but the mass i had to admit was quite long cause only the archbishop was doing the confirmation and they had 160 plus people. but it wasn't so bad cause jess, nicolette and i had quite a view (hot stuff man). this nic was like, "he's wearing all white? so hot!". so malu. remember jess, impossible is nothing. the eye candies might just pop up somewhere sometime in the future. haha. went to congratulate all the people i knew and rushed back home to get ready for band concert.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was quite funny when i walked in late in my outfit and all the ij band started cheering. so cute! haha. so just hung around until the concert started and sat backstage with mr chan when i wasn't out onstage emceeing. the last part was quite funny when the audience was asking for the encore just after it had been played. so everyone was like, "encore! encore!" and i was like, "that was the encore!". some laughed, which was good cause i didn't want to sound like an idiot trying to crack a joke. then after that said hi to evryone i knew. thanks for the flowers guys! went for dinner with sarah and christine after that at kfc. then got a lift home from sarah. and guess what i found out? mr goh chok tong is bill's neighbour! so cool right? i heard he has like tons of bodyguards aroung his house and all that. quite fascinating. bill, you've gotta invite me to your house during the holidays ok? then i can go next door and wish mr goh chok tong a merry christmas! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had ecm today at 8 in the morning. we always have it so early man! i want my beauty sleep! haha. but ecms are enjoyable. we digress sooo muchand end up taking forever to finish. but not that i mind of course. haha. went home and had a weird conversation with a certain person who seemed kinda creepy in his eagerness to get to know me. but oh well, that's life, you've gotta have you share of the weirdness in the world. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-116583731756589911?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/116583731756589911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=116583731756589911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/116583731756589911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/116583731756589911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-bit-late-but-happy-confirmation.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-116544151840612632</id><published>2006-12-07T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T05:48:31.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watching the man utd vs benfica match now. utd leading 2-1. yay! still got about 15 minutes left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok latest score; 3-1. saha just scored. yay! and it was quite funny watching that little defender trying to jump to head the ball away. he's so short he couldn't reach! haha. so cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! it's over! still 3-1 but at least they've won! and they're top of the group. alright, am going back to sleep now. only to wake up later and dedicate the day to homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, got the band concert script and man is it full of hard stuff to pronounce. the one i'm most weary of? DER VOGELHANDLER. it means the bird seller in what i think is german. aiyoh. help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-116544151840612632?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/116544151840612632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=116544151840612632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/116544151840612632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/116544151840612632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2006/12/watching-man-utd-vs-benfica-match-now.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-116524233774675357</id><published>2006-12-04T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:25:37.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to watch happy feet today. it's such a cute movie! went with brandon, godma, mike, sarah and becky to causeway point. saw ms nicole teo and found out that she was watching the same movie too. like i said, the movie was very cute. especially the baby penguins! won't give too much away so i'm just gonna leave it at that. so after that we went to swensens and ate my fave frosted chocolate malt! yay! haha. then we went back. daniel was a bit grumpy cause he didn't go out with us. so cute. haha. yeah. then came back home and watched amazing race. james and tyler!!! haha. yup so that's been it. so i'll end with this statement; HAPPY FEET IS CUTE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-116524233774675357?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/116524233774675357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=116524233774675357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/116524233774675357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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foreign monarchy%0d%0dREWARD:%0da one year supply of iced cream&amp;reward=%REWNO%" width="270" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.swf?id=46"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to do that? and i'm only worth that much? iced cream? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Gabriella Lourdes --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells like teen spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. my name means a nirvana song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37406177-116480396248040927?l=yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/feeds/116480396248040927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37406177&amp;postID=116480396248040927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/116480396248040927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37406177/posts/default/116480396248040927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousitthereinyourheartache.blogspot.com/2006/11/look-what-i-found-take-this-quiz-at.html' title=''/><author><name>gabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08725746434583325916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37406177.post-116480114644880063</id><published>2006-11-29T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:52:26.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alamak. been so busy the past week and a half had no time to blog. so loads of stuff has happened. first there was confirmation last last sunday. that was awesome. got tons of stuff from everyone! haha. thanks a bunch guys! it was great that everyone in our class had something to give each other. it made receiving the stuff they gave a whole lot less awkward knowing you had something to give back. monsignor vaz was like "you got confirmed ah?" when i went up to him after the mass, complete with putting his hands on my head. oh yeah, you should've seen my hair. it was like a "kinda cornrow" thingy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was council camp from the 21st to the 23rd. man that was tiring. i've got a new found respect for camp organisers. i remember us exco sitting in the com lab at 2am in the morning writing warm fuzzies and collecting all the pics from the different cams, rushing to finish the stuff so we could go sleep! i was also really glad that the camp helped our exco to bond with the sji exco. at least meetings won't be so weird anymore (i hope!). haha. roth you are so gonna regret sending me that email. muahahaha. i'm glad the council generally enjoyed themselves and that they liked the food i catered on the first day! yay! haha. oh yeah, rolling around in the rainwater was quite fun! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that there was the peer support thingy. the people who came down were good in that they knew what to do to make sure we didn't fall asleep! the games we played we quite interesting. though the walking on poles one was quite scary! peanut sauce! haha. such a shame i won't be chris' peer support leader, that would've been interesting. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was my mom's office family day at the zoo. it wasn't as fun as the one held at sentosa but at least we won the treasure hunt! haha. me and brandon ran back to submit the form ala amazing race. haha. after that went walking around the zoo. we fed the dugongs! that was so cool cause they were HUGE! and we were suppose to literally shove the food into their mouths. but it was quite fun. one of the dugongs rolled over and let us scratch its belly. haha. then we also fed the baboons. they were alot more entertaining. there was a jumping baboon, a handstanding baboon and a backflipping baboon. all just to get food! haha. quite cool. then after that went over to my cousin's house to celebrate her birthday. they were noisy! but then what do you expect from kids 3 to 8 years old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday went to wild wild wet with my cousins. had a great time going everywhere. we were there so long that they had to chase us out for closing time! and we went down the ride where they're suppose to take your photo and they never took our photo. and we went 4 times! haha. so basically that was my week and a half. got ld sec 4 farewell tomorrow. will probably put up pics from all the stuff i've been to. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering if i should join cyf or catechists. i'm gonna be very very busy next year man. council, with all the camps and other stuff to plan, ld, with SYF!!! and then there is of course my studies, O levels in october!!! aiyoh. oh well. see 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