<?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-18995798</id><updated>2011-09-19T20:41:55.860+08:00</updated><category term='squash'/><category term='results'/><category term=':)'/><category term='driving'/><category term='kids'/><category term='cny'/><title type='text'>elephants have bigger brains than men</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-8460536217684787315</id><published>2007-03-17T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:56:23.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYEBYE BLOGSPOT.</title><content type='html'>attention : i've relocated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://muddyredheels.livejournal.com"&gt;http://muddyredheels.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks and byebye! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-8460536217684787315?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/8460536217684787315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=8460536217684787315&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/8460536217684787315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/8460536217684787315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2007/03/byebye-blogspot.html' title='BYEBYE BLOGSPOT.'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-4535336545399771082</id><published>2007-03-11T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:25:32.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':)'/><title type='text'>SO PURREEETY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RfQLqoh7JII/AAAAAAAAAHI/_WdGbvQQErM/s1600-h/P1040807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RfQLqoh7JII/AAAAAAAAAHI/_WdGbvQQErM/s400/P1040807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040666709996545154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RfQLq4h7JJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8og2QkSTp4k/s1600-h/P1040810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RfQLq4h7JJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8og2QkSTp4k/s400/P1040810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040666714291512466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bed is so bright and pink and girly and cheery, hahahhah so nice!&lt;br /&gt;Open houses have been fun, I love nus for its friendly people/nice campus/JC-ish feel but the talk was boring and not informative so maybe smu's better plus its so convenient and near town and the speakers spoke well; it was all extremely impressive. But for some reason or another, people at smu don't appear as fun and closely knitted and no school spirit/ sense of belonging that nus seems to boast of. Oookay so the past few week we went to the IT fair, got a new maid and one less dog, played squash, played tennis, bought an mp4player, surprised rodricks, yoga-ed, walked alot alot alot, listened to you sing alot alot alot ): hahaha, looked at dogs and cats and rabbits and hammies at spca,  tried to get a job but am still jobless, and other stuff in between which I cant recall now. :) Okay dvd time, laaaaaaters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a happy wappy sexy wexy birthday to the march babies!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-4535336545399771082?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/4535336545399771082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=4535336545399771082&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/4535336545399771082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/4535336545399771082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-purreeety.html' title='SO PURREEETY!'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RfQLqoh7JII/AAAAAAAAAHI/_WdGbvQQErM/s72-c/P1040807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-1352266910256725115</id><published>2007-02-26T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:20:16.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='results'/><title type='text'>A long long updateeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLaTaH5x3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/TNql-DW2Pdc/s1600-h/P1040799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLaTaH5x3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/TNql-DW2Pdc/s320/P1040799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035827360318474098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLaTqH5x4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/7NXe3OrAzPQ/s1600-h/collage8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLaTqH5x4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/7NXe3OrAzPQ/s320/collage8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035827364613441410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbjqH5x5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/sv7-2lAuTcY/s1600-h/P1040763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbjqH5x5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/sv7-2lAuTcY/s200/P1040763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035828739002976146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;daddy and mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbj6H5x6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ne33Or0gYos/s1600-h/P1040766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbj6H5x6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ne33Or0gYos/s200/P1040766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035828743297943458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us without the sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbkKH5x7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/31v3UDVwFPc/s1600-h/P1040768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbkKH5x7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/31v3UDVwFPc/s200/P1040768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035828747592910770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbkaH5x8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/4tyIuvK4nW4/s1600-h/P1040800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbkaH5x8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/4tyIuvK4nW4/s200/P1040800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035828751887878082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbkaH5x9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/YA0oPSidbeY/s1600-h/P1040802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLbkaH5x9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/YA0oPSidbeY/s200/P1040802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035828751887878098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLm56H5x-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/A3vxezoQaFA/s1600-h/P1040806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLm56H5x-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/A3vxezoQaFA/s200/P1040806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035841215882971106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt; felt different this year. I accrue it to every day feeling like a holiday, unlike the past years with cny being right smack in the middle of the first school term so then, cny felt like a happy break from school. But no longerrrrr. I like open-houses the most, they're the most fun and I get the most red packets. I l0ve how the house is filled with so much activity (all the shuffling of mahjong tiles) and ongoing conversations about your daughter and my son yada yada. We had our usual 3 tables of MJ and 1 for the card players. &amp;&amp;amp;&amp;! My luck has been reaaaaaally good, like reallllllly omgicantbelieveit kinda good, ive won a fair bit so far &amp;amp; there will be 2 more gambling sessions to go! heh heh. I need to save some luck for Friday though, cause that’s (officially) when results will be out. I’ve been hearing so much of “Mich I think results are coming out this week” but they have always turned out to be false alarms. Now, it’s comfirmed-plus-chop since it’s stated boldly &amp; clearly at the SEAB website. I was wondering what SEAB stood for when I woke up to Shawn’s text message, like &lt;st1:place&gt;South East Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt;-Something? Sometimes I think I belong in a kampong and rear cows(?) &amp;amp; chickens. But I googled it and found out it’s Singapore Examinations and Assessment Board so yeah it’s this Friday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for real&lt;/span&gt;. I’m damn excited. Okay who am I kidding, I’m worried as hell especially after that awful nightmare a few days back. I hope part of Dumdum’s dream will come true but I thought to myself today, what audacity to harbour hope for good grades when I almost gave up halfway? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways I’ve been seeing so many babies this cny and I especially adore my cousin’s daughter (I refuse to be called Aunty Michelle)- omgz she has the hugest and clearest peepers and her baby-doll prettiness makes me wanna squish her! HHAHA And there's this other cousin who is so humsum, he's gonna be an absolutely scrumptious looking aunty-killer when he grows up. I can’t wait to have my own babies, I prefer girls cause it'll be so fun to tie their hair and dress em in frocks with the big balloony skirts &amp; cute puffy sleeves. How exciting can playing with tiny Ferraris and Lamborghinis, &amp;amp; noisy choochootrains be right. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLowaH5yAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kLOUpS8AlpM/s1600-h/P1040793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLowaH5yAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kLOUpS8AlpM/s200/P1040793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035843251697469442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLov6H5x_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sR71_IKDDjQ/s1600-h/P1040796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLov6H5x_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/sR71_IKDDjQ/s200/P1040796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035843243107534834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLow6H5yBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MRwfZQeUQdw/s1600-h/P1040794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLow6H5yBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/MRwfZQeUQdw/s200/P1040794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035843260287404050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Posing with.. the red car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I bought a squash racket+ball today &amp; I couldn’t wait to play, literally. So I took down the painting in my sister’s room and played there. Hahah I’m starting to quite like squash though I’m still a lousy lousy noob. Squash over tennis anytime cause the ball always ricochets off the wall so that makes it a whole lot easier and we look less loser-ish, unlike tennis whereby half the time is spent picking up balls we miss. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think housewifey-ness is slowly weaving into the fabric of my daily life; I’ve been quite the domesticated girl for most of the past few days, like I’d rather stay home and do nothing rather than go out. I've even become unforgiving of clutter and I like mopping the floor and polishing the car. Ee how mumsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh &amp; a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt;! Daddy gave me driving lessons at our estate recently, &amp; even though I’m slightly embarrassed bout how my hands got ice-cold &amp;amp; I kept laughing out of fear, no major accidents except for an (alarming) knock against the curb. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yay hooray I'm mightily proud of myself &amp;amp; I can’t wait to take all my tests now. Maybe it’s that sexy masculinity that female drivers have that drives (pun intended) me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HA HA okaaaay bye all &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-1352266910256725115?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/1352266910256725115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=1352266910256725115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/1352266910256725115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/1352266910256725115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2007/02/long-long-updateeee.html' title='A long long updateeee'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/ReLaTaH5x3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/TNql-DW2Pdc/s72-c/P1040799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-8878412346604593774</id><published>2007-02-24T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:02:50.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules: Bold the following that are true about you, italicize things you wish were true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I don't watch much TV these days. (I watch too much!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love olives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I own lots of books.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched porn movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have been in a threesome! (JUST KIDDING :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe that honesty usually is the best policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm TOTALLY not smart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love the rain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm paranoid at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. (Ha ha, wouldn't you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;br /&gt;I love sushi.&lt;br /&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have fresh breath in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have long hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was born in a country outside of the U.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have worn fake hair / fingernails / eyelashes in the past.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like the way that I look. (only half the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to cornrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;I think prostitution should be legalized. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pui)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think Britney Spears is pretty. (She used to be!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept with a suitemate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a hidden talent. (I'd like to think so :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have. (My hyperness comes in spurts)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am currently single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone. (That depends on to whom)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE TO SHOP. (ohemgee but of course)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy window shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would rather shop than eat. (Killing two birds with one stone, heehaw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't hate anyone. I dislike them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(but I've got a signature dance mooooove)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in (a) God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before. :/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to have children in the future. (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;I am a member of the Tom Green fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not allergic to anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least 5 away messages saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol/&lt;strike&gt;drugs &lt;/strike&gt;before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;I have avoided assignments at work / school to be on Xanga or Livejournal&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I am kamponggal, what game is THAT?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy some country music.&lt;br /&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(No waaaaay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch soap operas whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story".&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dated a close friend's ex.&lt;br /&gt;I like surveys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am happy at this moment. (&amp; bored)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;Democrat.&lt;br /&gt;Conservative Republican.&lt;br /&gt;I am punk rockish.&lt;br /&gt;I am preppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I go for older guys/girls, not younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;I can work on a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love my job.&lt;/span&gt; (JOBLESS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have jumped off a bridge. (&amp; still can't believe I did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in prophetic dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm proficient on a musical instrument. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate office jobs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules. (?)&lt;br /&gt;I went to college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;I am adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like sausage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a pyro.&lt;br /&gt;I love the Red Sox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have thrown up from crying too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.&lt;br /&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I adore &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bright&lt;/span&gt; colors. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Dear Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think school is awesome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think pigtails serve a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like multi-textured ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;I think John Cusack is adorable. (he has an old-man charm but no not quite adorable)&lt;br /&gt;I f**king hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays&lt;br /&gt;I watch Food Network way too much.&lt;br /&gt;I love coaching youth sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stick to a diet. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep. (Used to)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I would not be friends if they weren't family.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;I love vaginas. (?!)&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who Santos L. Halper is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I read trashy romance novels&lt;/span&gt; and I am ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I love wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.&lt;br /&gt;If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.&lt;br /&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;br /&gt;I have a goal to collect every Johnny Depp movie ever made.&lt;br /&gt;I have an unhealthy Taco Bell obsession.&lt;br /&gt;I have had a crush on a cartoon character when I was a kid.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have spent more on anime and manga than many spend on computers or other high end products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I only clean my room when neccesary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pointy-ended ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I LOVE korean dramas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-8878412346604593774?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/8878412346604593774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=8878412346604593774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/8878412346604593774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/8878412346604593774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2007/02/rules-bold-following-that-are-true.html' title=''/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-143356009626576746</id><published>2007-02-12T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T07:36:43.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FWB no more; now we're OT! Heehaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdClbmcramI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XDX-WPQ6wh8/s1600-h/P1040692-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdClbmcramI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XDX-WPQ6wh8/s200/P1040692-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030702677368728162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZWcraZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oGVJKujKZa4/s1600-h/P1040658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZWcraZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oGVJKujKZa4/s200/P1040658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030692743109372306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCZUGcraNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NmNiOgpoJPI/s1600-h/P1040657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCZUGcraNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NmNiOgpoJPI/s200/P1040657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030689354380175570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprise get-together couldn't &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZ2cracI/AAAAAAAAACM/wpQw62WeO0o/s1600-h/P1040686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZ2cracI/AAAAAAAAACM/wpQw62WeO0o/s200/P1040686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030692751699306946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdClbmcranI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eD6LSgJ1Nhs/s1600-h/P1040685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdClbmcranI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eD6LSgJ1Nhs/s200/P1040685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030702677368728178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZmcraaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3MILRnIIKyQ/s1600-h/P1040669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZmcraaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3MILRnIIKyQ/s200/P1040669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030692747404339618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have been more successful :) The 10000000 text messages/ phone calls/ shopping for moustaches, magic relighting candles, a shaver &amp; a party hat/ keeping it a secret even though I itch to tell you every time we talk on the phone, were worth itttt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZ2cradI/AAAAAAAAACU/JCIlY_wwvI0/s1600-h/P1040687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZ2cradI/AAAAAAAAACU/JCIlY_wwvI0/s200/P1040687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030692751699306962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZmcrabI/AAAAAAAAACE/71tF6VEH95I/s1600-h/P1040680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCcZmcrabI/AAAAAAAAACE/71tF6VEH95I/s200/P1040680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030692747404339634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team-tom boys were wonderfully cooperative &amp; helpful; we had an awesome time although the poor man-of-the-night had one too many drink treats &amp; one too many pissing trips. Hahaha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCZzWcraPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gJXlfwquvhk/s1600-h/P1040696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCZzWcraPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gJXlfwquvhk/s200/P1040696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030689891251087602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCZzGcraOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ynb5AqfkNWI/s1600-h/P1040695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCZzGcraOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ynb5AqfkNWI/s200/P1040695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030689886956120290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Yanhao was the other man-of-the-night cause he was real gutsy to have given in to our persuasion to sing, AT INDOCHINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is OMG-Wowee-SingaporeIdol-material! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCZzWcraQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bz11x3mBCh4/s1600-h/P1040697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCZzWcraQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bz11x3mBCh4/s200/P1040697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030689891251087618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steph &amp; I would have done our lovely duet, complete with actions, if not cause we were too shyyyy. Hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCboWcraWI/AAAAAAAAABc/gEuAOZEjs2I/s1600-h/P1040673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCboWcraWI/AAAAAAAAABc/gEuAOZEjs2I/s200/P1040673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030691901295782242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCboGcraVI/AAAAAAAAABU/o5Bhqpu8CSM/s1600-h/P1040681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCboGcraVI/AAAAAAAAABU/o5Bhqpu8CSM/s200/P1040681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030691897000814930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCbomcraXI/AAAAAAAAABk/PNgYs4NtFjI/s1600-h/P1040676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCbomcraXI/AAAAAAAAABk/PNgYs4NtFjI/s200/P1040676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030691905590749554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCbomcraYI/AAAAAAAAABs/J2rPIAnFbas/s1600-h/P1040684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdCbomcraYI/AAAAAAAAABs/J2rPIAnFbas/s200/P1040684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030691905590749570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm sorry for the dares, but they were hiliarious. :D My sporting birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the night at Cashew Road- my first time, so yeah all the more exciting ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the next day got quite torturing for you cause we both know how I get overly excited when I see all these art&amp;craft thingums :) Speaking of which, I hope my first hand-sewn dress turns out nice &amp;amp; preeeetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after 100 odd orders, my baking stint is over, meaning I'm once again jobless and restless ): It's weird how I prefer to busy myself with something, anything, cause the idea of being a sloth &amp; coach potato-ing's too boring and aimless. But of course all things have their up sides since that also meant allowing almost an entire day to be dedicated to you! :) Cooked two types of pasta together, which was fun albeit messy/smelly .  You can do all the cooking next time, since you smack my hand whenever I touch the pan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you had a memorable &amp; special birthday though I'm really sorry bout having to squat so uncool-ly by the drain for so long, thanks to my made-in-china stylus. Kekeke (Keh keh keh) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy 20th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-143356009626576746?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/143356009626576746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=143356009626576746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/143356009626576746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/143356009626576746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2007/02/fwb-no-more-now-were-ot-heehaw.html' title='FWB no more; now we&apos;re OT! Heehaw'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_yIISM2G-Yc4/RdClbmcramI/AAAAAAAAAEk/XDX-WPQ6wh8/s72-c/P1040692-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116816002321343973</id><published>2007-01-07T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T16:54:32.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet milo boy</title><content type='html'>Undoubtedly random, but I'd trade &lt;I&gt;anything&lt;/I&gt; to live here, well almost.;)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/dsc_81.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and frantic during the early part of the night aside, last night equated to good fun with 12 others, almost incessant laughing fits, the stressful come-up-with-a-dance-move-for-12-counts-game etc, embarrassing (but abso haaaawtness okay! heh heh) dares/forfeits at this cosy little bar:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I used to roll my eyes 3 rounds whenever I overheard sales people acquiring pseudo accents when dealing with Caucasians, but I've come to realize how.. natural it is to actually do that! I talk a bit like an Indian sometimes, &amp; on other occasions, I speak funny &amp; my sentences sound smth like, "This one 79 dor-la!" or "This one no more size!" Ha ha ha i suppose this is all part of the fun of working as a salesgirl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116816002321343973?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116816002321343973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116816002321343973&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116816002321343973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116816002321343973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2007/01/sweet-milo-boy.html' title='sweet milo boy'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116749461383001380</id><published>2006-12-30T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:53:24.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year, new dreams, new hopes</title><content type='html'>Picture update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage-7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040452.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage1-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040425.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040429.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040432.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040442.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040443.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage2-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040460.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the pics are always hideously huge but being not too tech-savvy, I've no idea how to make them smaller, so. Ha ha. Anyhoo, hope everyone will have a gooooood '07. I've got tons of things I wanna learn, achieve, attain, possess, and what have you, next year! 1st Jan will unfortunately be spent working till late, ohwell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to all.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearing You Make Me Wanna EVERRRYWHERE I go. It's such an emo love song, I don't like. On a side note, a certain someone being absent today made my day better, I'm starting to dislike &lt;I&gt;coughcough&lt;/I&gt; more &amp; more. &lt;I&gt;coughcough&lt;/I&gt; wears this long black face every day which I find incredibly repulsive and I think just about every one of us can only superficially connect with her, if that makes sense. Someone ought to teach her how to smile and relak in one corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116749461383001380?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116749461383001380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116749461383001380&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116749461383001380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116749461383001380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year-new-dreams-new-hopes.html' title='new year, new dreams, new hopes'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116698397917947792</id><published>2006-12-25T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T02:24:06.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 days of Christmas</title><content type='html'>Work has been great despite the too-short-breaks and too-long-working-hours. My colleagues are thankfully young, nice and they make such a fun bunch to work with, I've had lots of lovely surprise visits that've never failed to make my days and the customers come from all over the world! Had zee BEST-EST CHRISTMAS EVE!:D Our yearly family christmas party was for some reason or another, filled with so much more love&lt;3 and joy this year; felt so incredibly.. blessed and fortunate when I hugged the grandparents, parents, the sister &amp; little cousins to wish them Merry Christmas. &amp; the young carollers contributed to the whole christmassy ambience, it was really wonderful. Got the most thoughtful cards and gifts and took pleeeeenty of photos to capture all our big smiles and happy faces. I love how wonderfully closely-knitted my family is, how we always get together for birthdays, other special days and sometimes even when there's nothing to celebrate except the love we have for one another. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Christmasparty was spent with the usual suspects and it was a much needed catch up session, listened to Vic gush about a certain cutie she met during her backpacking trip, exchanged some of the many interesting things that've happened at our workplaces, and established a funny association with pears&amp;apples! Ha ha (inside joke). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually too much has been happening of late, and it'll be way too wordy if I went through everything, so that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLESSED CHRISTMAS TO ALL!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm volunteering at a home (Lions Home for The Elderly at Toa Payoh Rise) Is anyone interested to join me? :) I got further inspired by the (cute) Korean boys who give free hugs along Orchard. Ha ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116698397917947792?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116698397917947792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116698397917947792&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116698397917947792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116698397917947792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/12/12-days-of-christmas.html' title='12 days of Christmas'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116644501296745200</id><published>2006-12-18T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:02:51.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splash</title><content type='html'>Looking for a job proved to be much easier &amp; faster than expected! Popped into the Tommy Hilfiger boutique at Raffles City, a short interview was conducted there&amp;then and tadahhh, HIRED! :D *BEAMSSS. I am honestly quite psyched up (I dont really know why when it's just being a sales girl ha ha), though the working hours are rather long &amp; that's nothing to get excited about. I'm crossing my fingers that the other part-timers are fun &amp; nice and I'll meet interesting people. :) I start work TOMORROW by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked for hours at Pacific Coffee Company with Mister Fast-Paced (ha ha) &amp; it was refreshing to talk bout things both of us don't usually share with other friends. Realized how daily conversations with others usually revolve around more trivial issues, &amp; they usually start with "Hey how was your day?" or "Hey what're you doing?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I got drenched to the skin, my jeans got very wet&amp;heavy and I kept stepping on huge puddles of water that made my jeans wetter&amp;heavier, I actually enjoyed the walk home. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116644501296745200?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116644501296745200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116644501296745200&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116644501296745200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116644501296745200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/12/splish-splash.html' title='Splish Splash'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116602352140840770</id><published>2006-12-13T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T23:36:10.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Christmas!</title><content type='html'>The recital, Let It Snow, was really good although we did miss a good five songs cause I was late! ): Andrew did such an amazing job, and it was all very impressively put together. I admire him for having so much.. courage to do something (alone) this big, I can never do something like that, assuming I've got musical talent to boast of in the first place. To be honest, I felt quite proud of him.:) I believe he's one of my most mature/sensible/talented 18 year old friends! And it brought on all the AWWWs when he dedicated a song to his girlfriend; I wondered how it'd feel like to have someone playing the sax (or any musical instrument for that matter) for you in front of so many people. I'll just melt and fall maaadly in love with that fella, it'll be a bonus if he were hot &amp; insanely charming like JUDE LAW (THE HOLIDAY WAS REALLY GOOD BTW! A very.. feel-good show I felt, I was smiling to myself (though quite jealously ):) every time the couples hugged/ kissed/ said the sweetest things to each other HA HA HA) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/HOLIDAY.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/vvii.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was rather interesting- plans for the night were all impromptu, and the company was a queer mix, but it was quite fun afterall, we spent most of it talking, exchanging stories &amp; waiting for a cab ha ha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Christmas songs playing everywhere are putting me in such a jolly Christmassy mood! I remember going around town snapping pretttty photos of the lightings/deco in 05 &amp; I shall do that again this year :) Last year's Christmas was really quite awful, I'm hoping 06's will be muchmuch better. :D I love how everyone in the family makes use of the occasion to shower each other with presents and hugs and more ILOVEYOUs than usual. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy &amp; Cali have been funnily-cute the past two days:&lt;br /&gt;Cali(holding her comb and searching her bag furiously): Where is my comb ah??? I think I lost my comb leh.&lt;br /&gt;Mich: Huh really oh no, are you sure? (then spots it in her hands)&lt;br /&gt;Cali, you're holding it.......&lt;br /&gt;Cali&amp;Mich: HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Cali: *proceeds to share her condensed milk story* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Eh mish (yeah he calls me miSH lol) how to use my phone camera? (It's a new phone)&lt;br /&gt;Mich: Oh just press this and this yadayada, DADDY LET'S TAKE A PHOTO TOGETHER!&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: HAR (looks at mirror) NO DONT WANT LA! Wah, you see my face, SO FAT! &lt;br /&gt;Mich: Omg hahahah daddy you're more vain than mommy and I&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Eh but you see, (points at face pigmentation) not so dark already right, the cream's quite good know, must buy somemore. &lt;br /&gt;Mich: OMGGGG hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been swimming/Prison break-ing/reading/shopping/catching up with people I havent spoken to for too long. I can't wait for Monday; meeting Ser &amp; BT whom I havent met for a year plus! YAYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; finally some pictures:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040399.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040378.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040379.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040382.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040386.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040393.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040403-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAAAAY GNIGHT!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116602352140840770?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116602352140840770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116602352140840770&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116602352140840770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116602352140840770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-3-christmas.html' title='I &lt;3 Christmas!'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116558399300415901</id><published>2006-12-08T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T21:25:09.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what is love?</title><content type='html'>Two days of Christmas shopping with mommydearest, night out with the bowlers, first time KBOX-ING (&amp; it was Ladies' Night! HA HA HA), went off-key and stopped halfway through songs too many times cause my Chinese has gone so rusty I'm so ashamed of myself! Ha ha, it was HILARIOUS how we knew the lyrics to choruses so well so it was like "mumblemumblemumble -pause- oh shit how to sing this part?!-mumblingcontinues,and suddenly Last! Christmas! I! gave! you! my! heart! But! the! very! next! day!,you! gave! it! awaaaay! This! year! To! save! me! from! tears! I'll! give! it! to! someone! speeeehhcial!!" HA HA HA :)omg, can you picture that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day has been almost too perfect, albeit rather aimless. Anyway, we've plans to go to Thailand with the juniors next year, I am quite excited already. :D I remember how during our trip this year, the parts I looked forward to the most were when we weren't bowling, and next year, NO BOWLING! Heh YAY YAY YAY it will be such fun. WHO ARE GOING BTW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this, it's lovely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." &lt;br /&gt;Rebecca - age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." &lt;br /&gt;Billy -age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." &lt;br /&gt;Karl - age 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." &lt;br /&gt;Chrissy - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." &lt;br /&gt;Terri - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." &lt;br /&gt;Danny - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss" &lt;br /&gt;Emily - age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen," &lt;br /&gt;Bobby - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday." &lt;br /&gt;Noelle - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." &lt;br /&gt;Tommy - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore," &lt;br /&gt;Cindy - age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." &lt;br /&gt;Clare - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." &lt;br /&gt;Elaine - age 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is more handsome than Robert Redford." &lt;br /&gt;Chris - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." &lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." &lt;br /&gt;Lauren - age 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." &lt;br /&gt;Karen - age 7 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross." &lt;br /&gt;Mark - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget," &lt;br /&gt;Jessica - age 8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love, is when you wrap your arms around someone and never want to let go cause you feel so safe and warm, it's almost like you've caught hold of a bit of heaven. Loving someone should be simple, why do we always complicate it?"-Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS LOVE TO YOU?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116558399300415901?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116558399300415901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116558399300415901&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116558399300415901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116558399300415901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-what-is-love.html' title='So what is love?'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116541206081031456</id><published>2006-12-06T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T23:07:12.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5/12/06</title><content type='html'>We had our prom yesterday, so that meant our two years in college have officially been brought to closure. ): Talked bout it briefly with the girls, and wondered aloud if we'll still be as closely knitted, if we'll still get together for happy group outings/ shopping dates, if we'll still be as at ease in each others' company as we are now. Out of sight, out of mind? I hope not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this seemingly short chapter of my life ended in an extremely unexpected manner, it was a beaaautiful night nonetheless, with a gazillion pretty girls all made up, some went in cool retro outfits (There were some who brought retro shades to complete the look, how cool is that! VIC HAD VAVAVOOM BIG HOT HAIR AND LOOKED LOVELY IN HER GREEN DRESS, LIZ HAD VERY PRETTY MAKEUP&amp;TAI-TAI-HAIR AND A HOT DRESS, STEPH AND JAN LOOKED VERY ELEGANT IN SILVER DRESSES, AND STEPH'S NOVO SHOES WERE INCREDIBLY SEXY! CALI LOOKED GREAT;NOT AT ALL LIKE A TREETRUNK AND EVEN HAD FUNKY STREAKS IN HER HAIR TO BOOT :) ), others went in flowy feminine dresses, while the guys all looked incredibly smart in blazers. The baggy SA uni covers up all these (sizzlewizzle!)hotbods! Anyhow, the whole of yesterday equated to lots of virgin experiences. Went for a complimentary body scrub + massage in the day, that was omg almost orgasmic please :)))) cause I was aching so badly that walking up/down stairs was SUCH A CHORE! After spa-ing, proceeded to caking on all the ew-y makeup (I insisted on nothing on my lips despite the mother's nagging) and bunning of hair.(My hair was so stiff thanks to evil hairspray, every strand would stay in place in the strongest of winds) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we got stuck in a jam that made daddy curse &amp; swear, and the non-stop incoming calls caused a mild panic attack. Ha ha omg, actually it was all quite amusing. To make things worse, we overshot Maritus Mandarin so that meant having to walk from Cine, tottering on high peep-toe heels with my fat toes threatening to burst out from the front, and carrying an unglam-ly huge paper bag filled to the brim with post-prom stuff. HA HA. So of course I was late, and poor Reg and Xinle had to wait for me for so long. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Tiff (thankfully I had her with me), June, Vanessa (i think), Priscilla and I were paired up with five other boys. They all looked amazing, especially the girls! I felt SO FLAT&amp;FAT next to them (they were a lot more deserving!) and we were commenting how we made a very colourful bunch, ha ha. The Q&amp;A and skit got us terribly nervous and I wanted to run away halfway through the skit cause it was too embarrassing! Ha ha ha. And of course the dance with Andy was equally embarrassing cause Mich &amp; retro dances don't go well, so we just wiggled and jiggled awkwardly and laughed at ourselves. LOL. All the Andy-fans probably wanted to kill me so thankfully it ended rather quickly. :) Also decided that I can't do pageants and all the jazz, so said no to the seniors. Decided too that since Andy wouldn't be in Singapore and I wasn't very keen, we'd give Project Glambassador 06 a miss. I hope they got the others to rep SA :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST PROM WAS FUNFUNFUN though it was really stuffy/crowded and I had to keep checking if the hands on me belonged to Vic/Reg/Liz. LOL. The company was great of course, with very nice juniors being our bodyguards, ha ha. Left Attica when it closed, and decided to head back to the hotel, where we talked till we dozed off in borrowed blazers (Vic, please thank your nice friends for us!) Woke up with a stiff neck and hair that was still hard (!), and finally took a long bus ride back HOME:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only bad thing bout yesterday was that all our camera batteries died on us ): But that aside, it was a grrreat night ;) Pics another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116541206081031456?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116541206081031456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116541206081031456&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116541206081031456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116541206081031456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/12/51206.html' title='5/12/06'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116511707380703457</id><published>2006-12-03T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T11:37:53.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPGs- slumber party girls :)</title><content type='html'>THE PAST WEEK HAS BEEN BEYOND FABULOUS :D Had tons of fun with the wonderful-est girls, secretly laughed at posers drowning in bigass tshirts &amp; the baggiest jeans, complete with caps covering half their faces, heheh, pretended not to understand ahbengs (!), made a new red striped shirt "friend" HAHA, watched DVDs and learnt (the terribly difficult ): ) dance moves from Zen&amp;Rodricks and decided that Liz&amp;I should pick up less vigourous/ slow-mo dances like BALLETTTT, so we PRANCED (Vic's fave word! :)) around two nights in a row and hopefully jiggled some of the stubborn fats away. But now the eye bags and dark eye rings are starting to haunt me cause of all the bad lack of sleep, but that's secondary when every moment was more than well spent. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farewell got us seniors quite sad and emotional, the juniors did so much- loved the slideshow, the cookies, the rich yummy cake &amp; the picture frame. It was too sweet &amp; touching. I'll miss saints bowling, everyone's incredibly sincere and I agree with liz: "you know, we girls are so different individually but we make great friends." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run with Marc yesterday was good, loved the route, shall go run there more often since it's so near our homes! But the Standard Chartered 10km run with Ade&amp;Ubri today was even better, felt extremely accomplished after it all! Didn't manage to see the timing but it was bout 60 mins, and that was what I hoped to achieve, so YAY!! :D Breakfast was my main motivation, so I chomped downed THREE EGG TARTS, TWO BOTTLES OF H20, TWO BANANAS after that, hoho, fat me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped with Cali yesterday too, and oh golly, it was more tiring than running!! HAHAH but at least we got almost everything we need for Tues, so :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I'll have an early lunch now, erm yes I'm hungry again. :D Talkin bout food, I've learnt how to make chicken (very random, but I still wanna keep a chicken) curry and I made it for Daddy &amp; his mahjong kakis on Friday and they liked it, wooohoo my lucky husband, hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! I've registered for Basic Theory Test! Yikes hope I pass on the first attempt. Girls and cars generally don't mix too well. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS OF PHOTOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage3-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040238.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040283.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040279.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040281.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1040288.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116511707380703457?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116511707380703457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116511707380703457&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116511707380703457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116511707380703457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/12/spgs-slumber-party-girls.html' title='SPGs- slumber party girls :)'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116464900619782507</id><published>2006-11-28T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T16:12:33.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek-a-boo (literally, right cali? lol)</title><content type='html'>Baking with (part of)the IJ-SA Alumni and night out with the bowlers in pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage1111.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage1112.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit/ Mommy cleared the unsightly mess in my room and gathered a pile of letters she found from in between notes, in my file pocket etc. They were letters dated from the beginning of last year- was forced to take a walk down memory lane, got teary-eyed and felt all warm and fuzzy inside. Now that we've moved on completely, and our minds no longer clouded by angst etc, I'm decidedly happy that it happened since we did create some very lovely memories while it lasted, so no regrets afterall. :) It got me missing some of them girlfriends too. It's amazing how a few words of encouragement/affection scribbled on scraps of paper (theres even one on an angpaoo! HAHA:D) make a world of a difference. It doesn't matter how lenghthy, really, cause every little thing counts! (ee sorry this phrase is overused hahha) So all these letters went into my locked drawer, which I open now&amp;then, when nostalgia (triggered by Class95 lol) hits me hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit though, I'm a lot more touched now than then. I should start counting my blessings everyday from now and stop taking all these angels around me for granted. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, things I regretted doing in the past, I don't anymore, figured they must have all happened for a reason. There were times I regretted trying out for House Comm, regretted coming to SA, regretted not doing enough in a friendship, regretted not trying harder to get to know some of the classmates, regretted being swayed into a relationship (I rmbr being so firm bout wanting to swear off boys for two years, lol), regretted not studying hard enough, regretted wasting my whole j1 year that cost me the scholarship and continuing with 4subs, regretted not concentrating more during trainings and during nationals, oh and soo much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people I'm glad I met/became closer to in SA: The bowlers:) (the girls especially, adam, the juniors, the seniors), the classmates:) (especially jingxiu, qianhui and xinle), those of OG15 including mark:), andrew, the housecommers:), the IJ-SA alumni:D and some teachers esp mr.soh. You've all been awesome in your own special ways. LOVEEE!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, thats about it, you must be really bored to have read the whole thing, haha. Hokay, gotta shower &amp; get ready &amp; pack since it'll be 2 nights away from homeeee. BYE WORLDZZZ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116464900619782507?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116464900619782507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116464900619782507&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116464900619782507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116464900619782507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/11/peek-boo-literally-right-cali-lol.html' title='Peek-a-boo (literally, right cali? lol)'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116443305275933933</id><published>2006-11-25T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:51:14.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I dare you to love me."</title><content type='html'>Thumbsup for Step Up!:) I'd love to watch it again, if only movie tics weren't so ridiculously expensive in Singapore. (It's only 3.50 in Malaysia! Hahah) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was spent swimming/jacuzzi-ing/steam-rooming which was lovely, though the night didn't quite unfold like I thought it would, but grr, never mind that. Thankfully, shopping alone for two hours was surprisingly therapeutic,so it was some me-time there. :) Scouted around for this little shop with Reg &amp; boyfriend and helped Cali with her prom dress. Haven't spoken mandarin for so long, the whole conversation with the saleswoman was EMBARRASSINGLY funny! Bumped into IJ girls+ Kerwin+ Michelle+ Ade at the REPC, and got quite worried upon seeing so many tanned and lanky runners. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am lookin forward to tomorrow! :) And CHALET WITH BOWLERS next week! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked healthy muffins with olive oil&amp;no butter and just gave most of em away :) Baking makes me hairpee!&lt;br /&gt;1)Chocolate muffins with white&amp;milk choc chunks, a generous dollop of nutella in the centre and chopped almonds on top&lt;br /&gt;2)Cinnamon with diced apple and orange peel&lt;br /&gt;3)Sliced bananas with chopped walnuts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116443305275933933?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116443305275933933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116443305275933933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116443305275933933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116443305275933933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dare-you-to-love-me.html' title='&quot;I dare you to love me.&quot;'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116430361323996811</id><published>2006-11-24T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T01:40:13.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where zee love is :)</title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD I AM BACK! YAY I was starting to get homesick! Had tons of FUN! Indulged in heavenly hawker food, shopped till we dropped, and laughed till our sides and cheeks ached :) :) Spent quite a bit but the little getaway was too enjoyable in all senses to bother bout the gaping holes in our pockets. We even saw a pureety rainbow during our drive back! But we ate SODAMNALOT I feel terribly guilty now hahahah okayyy photos some other day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERENE: Hey love!!! Yes it's def time to meet up, we always say we will but we never reallyy ): I still have your christmas+birthday pressie from last year, omg! Hahah youve been very missed too, hope to see you soon! Big hugs! :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116430361323996811?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116430361323996811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116430361323996811&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116430361323996811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116430361323996811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/11/home-is-where-zee-love-is.html' title='Home is where zee love is :)'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116378080194035180</id><published>2006-11-18T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T00:27:54.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end : )</title><content type='html'>And so the day I’ve been waiting for has arrived! I felt a slight wave of relief wash over me after they announced, “Pencils down.”. Sean was asking why I looked so stoned though; s’pose it’s the sudden.. absence of goals. Reminded me of how it was after Os and Chem MCQ was our last paper too! Funny how we look forward to emancipation so much, and when the long-awaited end is right before you, you suddenly feel there’s nothing to look forward to anymore, and you feel a little like a lost kid with no direction. Okaaay, maybe it’s just me. And I realized today was the last time I put on the SA uniform (omg I can’t believe I still don’t know how to tie my tie! Wth hahah). I like having uniforms. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I borrowed lovely books which I can’t wait to read since I happened to be in town- yay to chic lit : ) Picked up two on hair&amp;make-up too. Been mulling over whether or not to do my hair/makeup myself for prom cause I wanna keep it simple, but then again my skills are…non-existant. False lashes look damn coolzz, I wanna try em out! But the post-Rapture mascara incident has left me quite traumatized, so. LOL Vic, help me okay! Youre like a make-up guru compared to me : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, today was overall really pleasant- haven’t felt so relaxed for way too long : ) Wasn't all that eventful, but the company mattered more: )And YAYYY no more mad rushes to do this and that, no more cramming of concepts/theories/formulae that I doubt can ever be applied. (think: math). ECP was postponed though! Boo):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is suddenly so much more slow-paced now, but no complains! I shall enjoy this whole bumming around phase while I can : ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people asked (mostly in genuine concern, but some are just plain annoying nosy friends of the parents &gt;:( ) how the papers have been and I haven’t been able to come up with a good answer, cause honestly I don’t know myself. Thoughts of possibly not making it into U and yadayada scare me to death cause I can’t imagine disappointing my parents (and myself); they’ve been so supportive and they don’t stress me at all which is worse, but I shall keep them worries stashed away for now and be a vainpot and read hair&amp;makeup books and get excited bout prom! Hahaha bye folks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S I was thinking of selling muffins/cupcakes of all sorts of flavours online. Yknow, the sort with pretty icing! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116378080194035180?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116378080194035180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116378080194035180&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116378080194035180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116378080194035180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/11/end.html' title='The end : )'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116334653741604315</id><published>2006-11-12T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:50:30.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOINK BOINK BOINK SO EXCITING</title><content type='html'>OMAGADDD, I cannot wait for Friday to come! Cause I've a list of activities all lined up! Highlights: Vivo+cake making on Friday, BBQ on Saturday, and SHOPPING!TRIP!TO!MSIA TILL WED! All of which probably sound oddly trivial to you who has no exams, but I can hardly contain my excitement, WOOHOO!! :D :D Now let's get the exams over and done withhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116334653741604315?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116334653741604315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116334653741604315&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116334653741604315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116334653741604315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/11/boink-boink-boink-so-exciting.html' title='BOINK BOINK BOINK SO EXCITING'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116321842096733564</id><published>2006-11-11T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:13:40.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfit!</title><content type='html'>Decided to stay home today, instead of heading down to Wheelock which has become my second home haha and the exercising gotta start again or I'll have to start shopping at Mothercare! :O Running/swimming after exams, anyone? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116321842096733564?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116321842096733564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116321842096733564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116321842096733564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116321842096733564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/11/unfit.html' title='Unfit!'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-116299416383655298</id><published>2006-11-08T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:58:37.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>This. is. a. big. fat. nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely crushed/upset/stupid/worried. Only good thing that's come out of this is that I realized how some friends are cant-live-withouts. Thank God for them. &lt;3 and if you read this, thank you to you too, my semi-friend-semi-stranger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116299416383655298?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116299416383655298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116299416383655298&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116299416383655298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116299416383655298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116244483431503120</id><published>2006-11-02T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T13:20:34.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hopped into the car, and THIS was the first thing I heard -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You've seen what you like&lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD OMEN BAD OMEN, I THOUGHT TO MYSELF. In the morning, a creepycrawly crawled onto my blouse, I lost my phone (and thankfully got it back) and the paper was a horrorrrrr. !#$%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116244483431503120?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116244483431503120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116244483431503120&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116244483431503120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116244483431503120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/11/hopped-into-car-and-this-was-first.html' title=''/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116201047031948419</id><published>2006-10-28T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T12:41:10.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Forever and ever, babe."</title><content type='html'>Been watching an insane number of DVDs of late:) Laughed and cried (even harder this time, I don't know why) all over again during Click, and relieved memories, which I'm not sure is a good thing. For old times' sake, I hope you're doing good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116201047031948419?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116201047031948419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116201047031948419&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116201047031948419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116201047031948419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/10/forever-and-ever-babe.html' title='&quot;Forever and ever, babe.&quot;'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116187223400657578</id><published>2006-10-26T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:56:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute quote yo</title><content type='html'>"LOVE is when you tell him you love his shirt, and he wears it over and over again." :) Not that I'm in love; I jus found that awfully cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116187223400657578?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116187223400657578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116187223400657578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116187223400657578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116187223400657578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/10/cute-quote-yo.html' title='cute quote yo'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-116144189990135732</id><published>2006-10-21T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:24:54.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study mich study</title><content type='html'>The sister and I intended to have a bigass surprise party for mommy, BUTTTT a very silly aunty had to ask MY MOM if the party was on (!!!!!) But anyhoooooo, it was great and we celebrated all the October Babies' Birthdays too and every one was happy and our tummies were very happy too. Twas a potluck and there was a copious amount of fooddd! Love the little ones- there are more and more of them kiddos in the family! &lt;br /&gt;One of them was really cute:&lt;br /&gt;I was taking my vitamins and he asked if I drink water after that, and I said Nope, but he insisted, got me a big cup and scolded me "You must drink water after taking medicine you know! Mommy say must!!". AW ahaha&lt;br /&gt;And another one wanted to do math (?!) &lt;br /&gt;LittleJosh: "Michelle Jiejie can we do math?" &lt;br /&gt;Josh's Mom: "Michelle Jiejie teach you or you teach her?"&lt;br /&gt;LittleJosh: "I teach! 10 + 10 equals 20! Do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;Mich: "Wow not bad! Okay then what is 20 - 10?"&lt;br /&gt;LittleJosh: "UMM. I haven't learn yet. But 10 + 10 is 20."&lt;br /&gt;hahah okay and lots more, kids really do say the funniest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I MADE ICECREAM CAKE AND IT WAS SURPRISINGLY YUMMY! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after studying in BK today, the fellow shoppaholic and I went shopping as usual and I bought things again! Of all the things we got, I got two pasa-malam-cheap tops! Two pretty tops for ten dollars which was a steaaal! I love buys like that! HAHA And we got extremely carried away just discussing what to do post-As. And Steph and I have tentative plans to go for yoga lessons too, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYYY I need to stress myself more now, why am I even blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116144189990135732?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116144189990135732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116144189990135732&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116144189990135732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116144189990135732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/10/study-mich-study.html' title='study mich study'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116131532800356216</id><published>2006-10-20T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T11:35:28.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Post</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging just for you, ELIZABETH! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EIGHTEENTH!!! You're an awesome awesome girl and it has been really great having you as a friend, you strawberry-shortcake-chocolate-truffle-sweetums! I hope you don't go overseas to study, cause then we won't be havin happy girly shoppin outings spiced up by your gossipy/bitchy stories (MEOW!)! and those occasional partying together anymore! ): Anyhow, here's some love from me to you, have a looovely day!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1030480.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's Elizabeth, the pretty birthday girl in blue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116131532800356216?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116131532800356216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116131532800356216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116131532800356216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116131532800356216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/10/birthday-post.html' title='Birthday Post'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116091684327077035</id><published>2006-10-15T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T20:54:03.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say cheeeeeeeze!</title><content type='html'>THE WEEKEND= study/story-telling stayover, shopping at this Hari Raya market along Beach road, satisfying sudden tang yuan cravings, going to the club.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrid eyebags aside, the stayover was fuuun especially just before Vic and I turned in--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One or half of two? I can't decide which is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116091684327077035?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116091684327077035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116091684327077035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116091684327077035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116091684327077035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/10/say-cheeeeeeeze.html' title='say cheeeeeeeze!'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116063415499021789</id><published>2006-10-12T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T18:33:15.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll miss you, you, you, and you</title><content type='html'>So we had our farewell assembly today, we were reminding each other to bring our cameras (even Eugene smsed to remind me! hahaha) Qian and Jing didn't bring theirs cause "we know you'd def bring! *insert laughter" lol yessss of course laaa we gotta take pictures especially during special days like today! :D So we snapped and snapped and it totalled to a crazy 123 pics. Though i think half of them were jumping shots with the bowlers and classmates under the hot sun (which was tons and tons of mad fun. :)) I couldn't help but burst out laughing in front of the comp like a deranged kid when I uploaded all those candid/unglam-to-zee-max shots! Hahah And I need to practice that I-am-angry-don't-mess-with-me look, how come everyone can do it except me! &gt;&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to those who gave such heart-warming farewell letters/cards :)all my love to you guys! &lt;3 I'll miss the class, the bowlers, the teachers, the school, and the uniform, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS,&lt;br /&gt;SOME PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAHHHHH, two of the best shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1030920.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1030921.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the nice ones with zee bowlers are with Vic :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S Our table ic was not contactable, so I collected the Grad Night tics on his behalf, and Vic is safekeeping 'em for us okay! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116063415499021789?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116063415499021789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116063415499021789&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116063415499021789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116063415499021789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/10/ill-miss-you-you-you-and-you.html' title='I&apos;ll miss you, you, you, and you'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116039352444382547</id><published>2006-10-09T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T19:32:04.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed</title><content type='html'>Started the day off by telling Jing and Qian how I'm stressing out cause I'm not sufficiently stressed now but before I knew it, I got myself all stressed up again after Math and Econs mock. Sometimes though, I wonder if I set expectations that're way too high cause I've yet to achieve anything I've been aiming for even though a good twoyears or so has already passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayssss Ubri and I intend to go Adidas shopping cause we can get a discount!! Our weakweakweak attempt to look more fit and sporty when we go for the run HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Googled Kristin Kreuk and found a millionnnn pureeety photos of her! Sizzlewizzleeee hahah ilovehersheissohotttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/oceandrive11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116039352444382547?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116039352444382547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116039352444382547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116039352444382547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116039352444382547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/10/stressed.html' title='Stressed'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-116023174458984025</id><published>2006-10-07T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:35:44.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the ij spirit lives on :)</title><content type='html'>Lunched and studied with the IJ babies (How I miss IJ ): ) after tuition. Had a lovely heart-to-heart talk with EuLoo/Eunice during our train ride, and realized how we have the exact sentiments bout so many things! Saw Clare at Wisma and when she called me Mua, it only made me miss IJ even more): Oh and there was a pretty spontaneous meet-up with Mister Galpal. Funny how we are like GIRLfriends HAHA so it was a bit of shopping and yet another spontaneous meet up with a group of 20 plus year olds that got me feeling especially young. We got ourselves weird drinks and Galpal got all red and retarded, hahah. Been getting myself into such weird (pardon the lack of vocab, I cant think of any other words) situations of late, even at Esprit today, oh golly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to hit zee bookssss again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S the haze is so bad!!! The IJ girls will get ourselves pretty HelloKitty masks. (Lia's ingenious idea! hahah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116023174458984025?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116023174458984025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116023174458984025&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116023174458984025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116023174458984025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-ij-spirit-lives-on_07.html' title='and the ij spirit lives on :)'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-116006323058477837</id><published>2006-10-05T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T23:47:10.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIA SWEETUMS</title><content type='html'>HAPPY HAPPY EIGHTEENTH DEAR! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-116006323058477837?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/116006323058477837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=116006323058477837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116006323058477837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/116006323058477837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/10/lia-sweetums.html' title='LIA SWEETUMS'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-115987526779969906</id><published>2006-10-03T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T19:35:22.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart nutella and peanut butter:)</title><content type='html'>We have been walking zombies the past few days thanks to all those badbadbad late nights. We also concluded that (most) boys stink so very badly! Oh, and we got all our papers back- two Cs, an ugly E for math and a B for geepee! Anyhoooooo it's gonna be another day of skipping school tomorrow, I havent gone to school for the past -loses count- Weds,lol. And prolly an afternoon spent with three lovely girls. I should get over this pro-girl-anti-boys thing soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-115987526779969906?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/115987526779969906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=115987526779969906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115987526779969906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115987526779969906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-heart-nutella-and-peanut-butter.html' title='i heart nutella and peanut butter:)'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-115962621891337253</id><published>2006-09-30T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T22:23:38.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show stopper</title><content type='html'>Been shopping wayyy too much for my own good, the past week, I spent a tenth of my allowance during weekdays and the rest of it yesterday and today, yikes. I need to save for birthday presents! We had such fun shopping in CHAOS 'cause the salesgirls were so wonderfully friendly and chatty. I love salespeople like that:D One of them asked how old I was, and i told her to give my age a guess, and she said 16 (!!)Hhaha must be all that stubborn baby fat ): And we were told doing housework helps to keep the pounds at bay, so let's pick up those broomsticks tomorrowww! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our attempt to do some studying wasn't all that bad yesterday, though today I couldn't even get through thirty Econs MCQs on PPC. Shitterrrrrs I'm getting the jitterssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I ought to be studying right now, what am I doing online!!! BYEBYEFOLKS:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has no meaning, but it's stuckstuckstuck in my head!&lt;br /&gt;Bet you ain't never seen (hey)&lt;br /&gt;Chicks ridin' this clean (hey)&lt;br /&gt;Louis Vuitton seats (oh, oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;We do it deadly&lt;br /&gt;This how we keep it poppin' (hey)&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that bass knockin' (hey)&lt;br /&gt;So when you see us ridin' (oh, oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;We call it show stoppin'&lt;br /&gt;We show stoppin'&lt;br /&gt;We show, show stoppin'&lt;br /&gt;We show stoppin'&lt;br /&gt;We show, show stoppin'&lt;br /&gt;That's how we keep it poppin' (hey)&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that bass knockin' (hey)&lt;br /&gt;So when you see us ridin' (oh, oh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;We call it show stoppin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-115962621891337253?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/115962621891337253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=115962621891337253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115962621891337253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115962621891337253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/09/show-stopper_30.html' title='Show stopper'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-115946030830791267</id><published>2006-09-28T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:18:28.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Today I got reminded of how friendships mean the world to me.:)&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapel in the morning left me feeling a tad emo, I dont know why. Cali the emokid's emo-ness must be rubbing off on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be comfortably numb all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-115946030830791267?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/115946030830791267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=115946030830791267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115946030830791267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115946030830791267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/09/friends3.html' title='FRIENDS&lt;3'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-115919531346083523</id><published>2006-09-25T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:41:53.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are zee powderpuff galz, hahahah</title><content type='html'>I just had yummayeeee Asam Fish. :9999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days haven't been very exciting except for The Big Argument&lt;br /&gt;- Seletar with Steph, David, Leonard, Yiquan and Vic (who was several hours late! haha)&lt;br /&gt;- Sent Adeline off ):, together with Sabrina and Trisha&lt;br /&gt;- Weird encounters at the airport&lt;br /&gt;- Got mosta our results back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-115919531346083523?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/115919531346083523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=115919531346083523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115919531346083523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115919531346083523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-are-zee-powderpuff-galz-hahahah.html' title='we are zee powderpuff galz, hahahah'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-115867935821660358</id><published>2006-09-19T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T23:22:38.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you bad boyyyyy</title><content type='html'>So today started off with Chemistry, followed by time out with the ij lovelies at J8, then all-out-self-pampering at zee club, and finally bag shopping + a movie at Lido + shopping for cookbooks at Borders with mommy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked and laughed till our cheeks (yes, cheeks lol) ached, and got especially tickled by how Eunice talked bout boys and her brother and dear Lia's silly aspirations. HAHA ANDANDAND, i think The Devil Wears Prada is really wayyy over-rated! ): ): Had such high expectations yknowyknowyknow, boo, was sucha disappointment. I thought there wasn't much of a storyline although Anne Hathaway is so pur-reety! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY G'NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is so highly dreaded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-115867935821660358?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/115867935821660358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=115867935821660358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115867935821660358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115867935821660358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-bad-boyyyyy.html' title='you bad boyyyyy'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-115846974643711979</id><published>2006-09-17T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T13:09:20.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you, me and doggie.</title><content type='html'>Was dead beat last night after talking to steph on zee phone but couldn't keep my eyes shut for longer than 10 minutes and when I eventually did, I only managed bout 3 hours of sleep. Yawn :/ Woke up to a rather unpleasant message that got me quite sad/angry. So when my family went off to church, I went for a jog around the neighbourhood which was strangely calming:) and gave handsome Leo+Fluffy baths, something I haven't done for a longggg time! It was really hilarioussss; Yanty and I got ourselves all wet cause Leo kept shaking the water off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3                   &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz was saying my entries are rather cryptic, mm I spose some of them are, afterall some things can't be said too explicitly, can they? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-115846974643711979?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/115846974643711979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=115846974643711979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115846974643711979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115846974643711979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-me-and-doggie.html' title='you, me and doggie.'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-115841832723248690</id><published>2006-09-16T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:59:42.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ive been blogging so often!</title><content type='html'>Was yet another well-spent day, did some shopping though it wasn't fruitful yet again, but nevermind that, it was good ole quality time with great company (: Did what all females are best at; yakked and shopped! And some of us girls are beginning to get pretty excited bout prom! Making plans bout getting a room, pointing out every crazy polka dotted/striped/rainbowwwww coloured (for dear cali hahaha) we rested our eyes on, shuttling in and outta fitting rooms trying piece after piece, squealing over a broken bra strap (-.-) and how we couldnt squeeze our whole selves into dresses etc. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some peektures of the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I think I've got gastric ): so I'm off to get fooood and practice for tuesday's paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 latersssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-115841832723248690?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/115841832723248690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=115841832723248690&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115841832723248690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115841832723248690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-been-blogging-so-often.html' title='ive been blogging so often!'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-115833813378717682</id><published>2006-09-15T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T00:45:58.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temporal liberalization</title><content type='html'>How I missed that feeling of strolling down town without heavy stacks of notes. (: Retail therapy with those sweethearts proved to be extremely effective in lifting my mood by a thousand notches, yay! :D Had to rushhh like mad before meeting them girlies so I threw on a very predictable top-skirt-flipflops. So much for trading that for something less boring, hahah today was pretty eventful, the funniest things happened! Got conned silly for a good ten minutes by jing, that naughtynaughty girl! And we went into just about everyyy shop on everyyy floor of Far East! For the first time, shopping became a tad tiring. But I still went home without buying anything for the second day in a row, booo. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the sneak preview of John Tucker Must Die at night; I give it 3.5stars! (As bimbotic as it may sound, the rating’s very biased ‘cause I rank chick-flicks first anytime(: ) A rather brainless show as all chick-flicks tend to be but nonetheless highly entertaining and funny. (: Not to mention there’s really no lack of eye candies with &lt;B&gt;Jesse Metcalfe&lt;/B&gt; , Penn Badgley, Arielle Kebbel and Sophia Bush. Whee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/johntucker1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I’m outta hereeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day - “ It’s days like these that makes life beautiful. (:”-Jing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-115833813378717682?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/115833813378717682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=115833813378717682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115833813378717682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115833813378717682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/09/temporal-liberalization.html' title='temporal liberalization'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-115806165505891417</id><published>2006-09-12T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:50:59.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>geeeeeeezzzzz</title><content type='html'>oh golly youre &lt;B&gt;UNBELIEVABLE.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissin' those regrets goodbye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-115806165505891417?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/115806165505891417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=115806165505891417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115806165505891417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115806165505891417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/09/geeeeeeezzzzz.html' title='geeeeeeezzzzz'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-115694750622399048</id><published>2006-08-30T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:18:26.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i give up please?</title><content type='html'>I am UTTERLY demoralised, what's new? It's not the first time studying till ungodly hours daayyyy after day forgoing shopping and going out and tv and movies and burying myself under that disgusting heap of notes and still come out of the exam hall feeling so upset. To make matters worse, just about everyone found econs and chem easypeasy; I suspect I'm bordering on stupidity. Gee, I'm starting to see NO link between effort and grades, a classmate was saying "Study, don't study, also the same." I cant agree moreeeeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After promising not to touch books today so i can rid of this terribly destructive stress, we went to harbour front for my first meal of the day at 4 and to carrefour to play in the toys section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm back home wondering again what's wrong with me. The thought of As looming rightttt in front of my face is enough to scare me to death. 63 days, save me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-115694750622399048?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/115694750622399048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=115694750622399048&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115694750622399048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115694750622399048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/08/can-i-give-up-please.html' title='can i give up please?'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-115675623792061958</id><published>2006-08-28T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T17:10:37.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>extremely random and disjointed</title><content type='html'>Watched Shaggy Dog after GeePee today, it's such a hilarious/ lighthearted show, for that two hours I cleanly forgot bout prelims!:) Anyhowww this blog is getting reeally quite stale. I can't wait for exams to be over meaning As too so i can go out to plaaaaay. Sorry i know whining is annoying but it's the exam period so pardon me. :) On a sidenote, I'm gonna be fit and go for the Standard Chartered Marathon, I'm quite excited bout it, yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-115675623792061958?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/115675623792061958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=115675623792061958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115675623792061958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115675623792061958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/08/extremely-random-and-disjointed.html' title='extremely random and disjointed'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-115365118473095033</id><published>2006-07-23T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:50:56.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick and grouchy!</title><content type='html'>Haven't updated for wayyy too long, and finally here's an update. I'm stuck at home cause i'm sick again- the fever doesn't subside despite taking so much of that horrible tasting medicine (i cant swallow pills, hahah), there're like 5000000000 tissues balls littering the table and floor and my voice is weird and nothing has been striked off on my to-do list for this weekend, cause all im energised enough to do is plop myself on the couch to watch tv or sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health&amp;You exhibition was pretty interesting, sampled a million health drinks etc, did some body checks! Haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler's birhtday party was really funny, cause I think Steph and I were a tad overdressed, :/ How embarrassing! But the whole affair was pretty cool nonetheless, there really was a red carpet! Felt a little like a wedding, that's how elaborate his birthday bash was:) and we spotted these two Ms Singapore Universe finalists, and oohlala one of them's got a to-die-for bodeh. I think steph and i are very motivated now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I can't remember what else there is to update about, now my mind's blocked along with my nose. ughhhh :( anyway im quite sad that gayle's out of SI! I know that's like oldddd news, but still. Haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE FOR NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-115365118473095033?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/115365118473095033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=115365118473095033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115365118473095033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115365118473095033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/07/sick-and-grouchy.html' title='sick and grouchy!'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-115172720890821341</id><published>2006-07-01T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:14:32.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shop shop shop</title><content type='html'>We can finally bid goodbye to Block tests which went terribly despite studying day and night for it ): That aside, yesterday was tons of fun! All except a funny/freaky bus ride down to newton that scared me to the point of deciding to alight like 5 stops before newton. :/ And also, i missed Weiyan's birthday lunch, &lt;B&gt;sorry!&lt;/B&gt; Anyhow, tennis was hilarious and i think i spent half the time laughing and squealing, though i'm too embarrassed to say why. :) HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Eight Below this morning, this Walt Disney show (Walt Disney shows are almost always damn nice!:)) I found the show amazingggg and I suddenly want to get another dog cause the sled dogs in the show are so smart and loyal and have the most beautiful coats ever! Dear Leo earned a big fat squishy hug when the show ended, haha. Talkin bout Leo, he's gotten so fat and lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the afternoon will be spent *drumroll* SHOPPING! ah, finally i've got the mood to shop and relax now that the exams are overrrrr. I dread getting results back though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off, time to shower! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Love is sweet, delicate, dreamy and &lt;br /&gt;an eternity of gorgeous moments.&lt;br /&gt;- Sarah Montgomery -&lt;/B&gt; (not always, but often enough)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-115172720890821341?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/115172720890821341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=115172720890821341&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115172720890821341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115172720890821341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/07/shop-shop-shop.html' title='shop shop shop'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-115080589864364299</id><published>2006-06-20T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:25:21.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells :)</title><content type='html'>While yesterday was super rush-y and packed with activities, the night was highly exciting and eventful, lots and lots of phototaking, sitting at the reception, ushering guests in, shaking of hands and wonderful memories:):) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-dinner was crazy- not knowing where to do my hair/makeup, squeezing in a jog, and finally deciding to do my hair/makeup myself (stuffing fresh flowers in my hair in a lousy attempt to look more sophisticated, HAHA) I made an impromptu speech to surprise the sister and brother-in-law and it made daddy tear. But I'm so glad everyone thought it was pretty neat:), thankfully noone noticed how &lt;B&gt;insanely&lt;/B&gt; nervous I was. I was shaking so much even after walking down the stage I couldn't hold my chopsticks properly! lol OH and the food was OOMPH!YUMMY! I'm gonna make mommy learn how to make this dish which was oohlala absolute delish- it's duck with juicy mango slices, drizzled with thick mango sauce. &lt;B&gt;:9&lt;/B&gt; Had to skip several dishes though cause I had to help the sister with her gown train/change of gowns etc. But it was &lt;B&gt;a night to remember&lt;/B&gt; indeed, my virgin experience sitting at the VIP TABLE! hahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, the next time I get to sit there again would be 10 years down the road, I can't imagine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of pictures ( I've got so few from yesterday in my cam ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage7.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally caught &lt;B&gt;She's The Man&lt;/B&gt; today, and it's really good!:) Had an amazing time today.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-115080589864364299?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/115080589864364299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=115080589864364299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115080589864364299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115080589864364299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/06/wedding-bells_20.html' title='Wedding Bells :)'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-115062425728705803</id><published>2006-06-18T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T17:56:05.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaded</title><content type='html'>Famine Camp was pretty fun, made lotsa new (girl)friends who're extremely lovely people. We all have the same frequency and it was tons of fun running about with them- "prostituting", picking out beads in the mud, SEPARATING LIKE GREEN AND RED BEANS which was weirdly fun, etcetc hehe. OH ANDANDAND I LEARNT HOW TO FOLD CRANES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually kinda miss them now though it has only been a day of friendship, I hope we'll somehow be able to keep in contact! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoowwwww, today was a bigbig day for the sister, tomorrow as well. I am pretty excited though terribly exhausted cause I had a hard time falling asleep last night, which is really quite unusual! I only had a towel, no sleeping bag so I decided to abandon my sad looking sleeping area and squeeze between Cali and Jan after some girl talk that got lots off my chest though some things still stubbornly stuck on my mind. I've got lotsa photos but I'm too lazy to post them all up, sooooo till the next photopost, my entries are gonna be pretty boringggg. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, and I can't believe there's only a week left to the end of hols! SHITTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding:8px;margin:15px;background-color:#CFCF95;color:#1A0A13;font-family: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align:center;font-size:110%;background-color:#DFDFa5;padding:2px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Michelle &amp;gender=f" style="color:#000;background-color:#DFDFa5"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Michelle !&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Four-fifths of the surface of michelle  is covered in water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;According to the story, Pinocchio was made of michelle .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The air around michelle  is superheated to about five times the temperature of the sun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More than one million stray dogs and half a million stray cats live in michelle (HMM).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Duelling is legal in Paraguay as long as both parties are michelle !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;US gold coins used to say 'In michelle  we trust'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michelle  is the smallest of Jupiter's many moons!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is actually no danger in swimming right after you eat michelle (!), though it may feel uncomfortable!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michelle  can run sixty-five kilometres an hour - that's really fast!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is impossible to fold michelle  more than seven times!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get" style="background-color:#5F5F42;color:#CFCF95;padding:4px;text-align:center"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject" type="text"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input value="Go" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-115062425728705803?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/115062425728705803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=115062425728705803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115062425728705803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115062425728705803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/06/jaded.html' title='Jaded'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-115037305179251779</id><published>2006-06-15T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:04:11.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching</title><content type='html'>This video's amazing, it touched me to tears. Only goes to show how each and everyone of us mean THE WORLD to our parents, and they'd do just about anything for us. Sniff, now with such love from our parents, who cares about boyfriends?! ha ha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WiXV9x8ZQ7U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WiXV9x8ZQ7U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-115037305179251779?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/115037305179251779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=115037305179251779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115037305179251779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/115037305179251779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/06/touching.html' title='Touching'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-114939562237628672</id><published>2006-06-04T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T12:33:42.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummaye</title><content type='html'>Past two days have been spent stuffing myself silly; so much for refraining from all things sinful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114939562237628672?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114939562237628672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114939562237628672&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114939562237628672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114939562237628672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/06/yummaye.html' title='Yummaye'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-114904391215348374</id><published>2006-05-31T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T10:56:47.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say hello to study sessions, and goodbye to fun times</title><content type='html'>Remember how in our secondary school days, our June/Dec holidays were the most fun-filled months of the year? We've bidded goodbye to times like that, no more wake-up-late-watch-tv-and-bum-around days. The holidays have been tremendously boring and dreary (except for a bit of retail therapy here and there:D)and everyday i wake up with the same thoughts: "Okay, c'mon, get up and study!" ; I NEED SOMETHING EXCITING TO SPICE MY HOLIDAYS UP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit The numbers 1044 keep appearing and it's FREAKY! The last time 1044 kept popping up everywhere, I got the daddy to buy 4D, and I WON! OMG, I'll get him to buy again! HAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114904391215348374?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114904391215348374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114904391215348374&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114904391215348374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114904391215348374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/05/say-hello-to-study-sessions-and.html' title='say hello to study sessions, and goodbye to fun times'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-114874433555605311</id><published>2006-05-27T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T23:38:55.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLOW DANCE</title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round?       &lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain     &lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground?   &lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?        &lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down.        &lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.        &lt;br /&gt;Time is short.        &lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day    &lt;br /&gt;On the fly?   &lt;br /&gt;When you ask How are you?        &lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the reply?   &lt;br /&gt;When the day is done        &lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your bed     &lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;Running through your head? &lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down &lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.        &lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.       &lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste,        &lt;br /&gt;Not see his sorrow?        &lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch,        &lt;br /&gt;Let a good friendship die        &lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;To call and say,"Hi"        &lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down.  &lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.       &lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere       &lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there. &lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day,  &lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift.... &lt;br /&gt;Thrown away. &lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race.  &lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower        &lt;br /&gt;Hear the music        &lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114874433555605311?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114874433555605311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114874433555605311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114874433555605311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114874433555605311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/05/slow-dance.html' title='SLOW DANCE'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-114857087697113297</id><published>2006-05-25T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:31:03.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR WINNERS ONLY!</title><content type='html'>our team rocks! we're CHAMPS for the BOYS and 2ND for the GIRLS! HIPHIPHOORAYYY! the atmosphere felt so familiar cause many of us have been through it since our Sec 1 days, and today was the last time us J2s will be experiencing it. This was the exact thought that went through my mind during the last shot I threw, and as weird as it sounds, I've actually started to miss bowling already even though it hasn't even officially ended. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while today was a wonderful day for the team as a whole, it was terribly emotional and nerve-wrecking as well, for the girls particularly. Picture this- us girls giving each other reassuring hugs, grabbing each others' hands,and biting our lips with our eyes tightly shut as they were bout to announce the winners of the quartet event and the girls title and being too shocked to accept our names not being called out and 'SAJC' being called out before RJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really rather disappointing that we still lost to RJ by 9 points (i think) and we lost to AC marginally for quartet, and to top it off, i got kicked out of top10 and so yes, all that hope to get into Masters went *POOF just like that. And as much as i tried to contain all those emotions, the disappointment i felt then was really too overwhelming and for the first time in my life, i cried cause of bowling. Ohwell, but vic, rodricks and i have come up with this wickedly ingenius plan :):) hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE OUR TEAM.:)&lt;br /&gt;it was so awesome how we were so pumped up and filled with that much zest during our games. sorry for being a terrible crybaby today though ): &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3 to all of you:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most&lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to gray&lt;br /&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee you go&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces every time&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114857087697113297?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114857087697113297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114857087697113297&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114857087697113297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114857087697113297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-winners-only.html' title='FOR WINNERS ONLY!'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-114813208821973516</id><published>2006-05-20T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:34:48.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E</title><content type='html'>I just got my first birthday present yesterday, and while turning eighteen isn't as big a deal as we all like to say it is, I am pretty psyched cos I loveee birthdays! :D Who doesn't? :D The parents were being really sweet and cute; they wanted to bring me out to wherever I want, for supper/ice cream/ whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents: Let's go out for ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;M: AHH no don't want, lazzzzy&lt;br /&gt;Parents: But it's your birthday!&lt;br /&gt;M: Not yet! hahah &lt;br /&gt;Parents: Hm, tomorrow go out okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they still bought pizzas back! :) What would I do without them parents? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had training as per normal today, it's our last one ): We had lunch after, and Cali/Vic came over to do some studying, which wasn't particularly fruitful once again. It all ended with a bit of jogging/ walking Leo/ sitting&amp;talking at the bench at the playground :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114813208821973516?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114813208821973516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114813208821973516&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114813208821973516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114813208821973516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/05/love.html' title='L.O.V.E'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-114791671392052053</id><published>2006-05-18T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T09:45:13.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poof</title><content type='html'>I suddenly blacked out this morning,and in the process two chairs fell, a new fan broke into half (?!), everyone panicked and I got myself two bruises. That alone made the morning quite eventful. rah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114791671392052053?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114791671392052053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114791671392052053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114791671392052053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114791671392052053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/05/poof.html' title='poof'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-114779328575632713</id><published>2006-05-16T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:32:18.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up and onnn, yippee</title><content type='html'>i am supposed to be in bed sleeping right now cos we're bowling really early in the morning tmr. i know those evil hunger pangs/ cravings will start setting in like after the first game so lovely mother of mine bought two huggge packets of cereal for me! hahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today started on a horrid note and there weren't any signs of it getting any better. in any case, it just worse. thankfully that little bit of shopping after the meeting in school lifted my spirits a tad bit. anyway, my room has lotsa roses everywhere, and it smells so loveeeely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, i realised this post has splatters of random stuff that have absolutely no links with one another, but i guess that's cos im half stoned now, and at the same time, my mind seems to be in this very ugly mess. aight i shall retreat to my rose-smelling room now to get some sleep before ADIV tmr! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114779328575632713?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114779328575632713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114779328575632713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114779328575632713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114779328575632713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/05/up-and-onnn-yippee.html' title='up and onnn, yippee'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-114778233533581406</id><published>2006-05-16T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:25:35.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to you mich</title><content type='html'>I guess this time you're really leaving&lt;br /&gt;I heard your suitcase say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And as my broken heart lies bleeding&lt;br /&gt;You say true love it's suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you're cried a thousand rivers&lt;br /&gt;And now you're swimming for the shore&lt;br /&gt;You left me drowning in my tears&lt;br /&gt;And you won't save me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know we've had some good times&lt;br /&gt;Now they have their own hiding place&lt;br /&gt;I can promise you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But I can't buy back yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd live and I'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114778233533581406?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114778233533581406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114778233533581406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114778233533581406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114778233533581406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-you-mich.html' title='to you mich'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-114769829153754764</id><published>2006-05-15T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:04:51.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>psychological addiction</title><content type='html'>It is quite sad how so many of us resort to putting forward some kind of fake front, and we hide behind all those forced smiles and cheeriness, trying to mask all that loneliness and hide the desire to be accepted/loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, on a lighter note, Xinle brought home-made chocolate-cheesecake-sort-of for us today, and ohmymama it was heavenly :9, not to mention terribly sinful. But never mind, we can always postpone the dieting! HOHO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114769829153754764?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114769829153754764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114769829153754764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114769829153754764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114769829153754764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/05/psychological-addiction.html' title='psychological addiction'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-114752934610571896</id><published>2006-05-13T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:09:07.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>we had a 3hour-long training today, and then liz, cali and i headed to town for flagday! though it was tremendously humid and there were stupid boys, we had quite a lot of fun :) good quality time with the girls! studying was meant to be integrated into those few hours spent in town, but knowing us, we just talked a lot, people-watched, shopped a lot, and tried on (uber pricey$) stuff. i think cali and i are quite in love with the (sexy) guess tee. hahah &lt;br /&gt;AH OKAY I AM SO GUILTY NOW, SO I WILL STUDY TMR, YESIWILLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being happy,&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm trying so hard to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114752934610571896?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114752934610571896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114752934610571896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114752934610571896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114752934610571896'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;Couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;We were never&lt;br /&gt;Meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch myself&lt;br /&gt;From despair&lt;br /&gt;I could drown&lt;br /&gt;If I stay here&lt;br /&gt;Keeping busy everyday&lt;br /&gt;I know I will be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am&lt;br /&gt;So confused,&lt;br /&gt;My heart's bruised&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever loved by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach, so far&lt;br /&gt;I never had your heart&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;We were never&lt;br /&gt;Meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much hurt,&lt;br /&gt;So much pain&lt;br /&gt;Takes a while&lt;br /&gt;To regain&lt;br /&gt;What is lost inside&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that in time,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm&lt;br /&gt;So confused,&lt;br /&gt;My heart's bruised&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever loved by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;So far&lt;br /&gt;I never had your heart&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;We were never&lt;br /&gt;Meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;So far&lt;br /&gt;You never gave your heart&lt;br /&gt;In my reach, I can see&lt;br /&gt;There's a life out there&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114735323428338942?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114735323428338942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114735323428338942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114735323428338942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114735323428338942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/05/out-of-reach.html' title='Out of Reach'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-114683847424443353</id><published>2006-05-05T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:15:25.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update!:)</title><content type='html'>My, it has been a rather long time since i last blogged! school's hectic as usual (work and more work) and the whole hype about A div nearing is even getting to the usually not so enthu ones like myself! :D i am just quite sad that my birthday will be spent entirely at yishun safra): anyhoo, i'll really miss training with all you wonderful bowlers after Adiv, what can i say, ALL OF YOU make one of the most aweeeesomeee buncha friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had Mother Tongue BT2 and it was bloody difficult; so many words i couldn't read/don't remember ever seeing, and the passages were very not-understandable. eeks. so anywayyy, my days have been rather mundane recently, they pretty much revolve around wanting to pull all my hair out/getting all stressed up, barbeque at liz's, gown tailoring, QH's eighteenth, lots of ben and jerry's, and uh okay, i think the list just about stops there. i'm living sucha no-life life now, and that's really quite depressing. AND i've been having the weirdest and most disturbing dreams that jerk me outta my sleep. RAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ogaaay i am gonna have an early night today, so goodnight world!&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND A HAPPYHAPPY SAWEEET EIGH18TEENTH TO CALI DEAREST! :) &lt;br /&gt;i hope you are cheered up, i know moumoumou and mrs XXX may try to put you down sometimes, but always remember that you've got us girls with you aight! ALL MY LOVE TO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and to adam too, heheh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114683847424443353?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114683847424443353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114683847424443353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114683847424443353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114683847424443353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/05/update.html' title='update!:)'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-114615144480562156</id><published>2006-04-27T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:24:04.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 you too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/P1030233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/400/P1030233.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo you're like the sun,&lt;br /&gt;chasing all the rain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you come around,&lt;br /&gt;i see brighter days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114615144480562156?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114615144480562156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114615144480562156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114615144480562156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114615144480562156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/04/3-you-too.html' title='&lt;3 you too'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-114609727828572717</id><published>2006-04-27T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T08:21:18.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>you can be such a gem of a boyfriend sometimes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very much in love (with you, baby) and this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here outside your door&lt;br /&gt;I hate to wake you up to say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breaking it's early morn&lt;br /&gt;The taxi's waiting he's blowin' his horn&lt;br /&gt;Already I'm so lonesome I could die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm leaving on a Jet Plane&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe I hate to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ah-ah-ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many times I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've played around&lt;br /&gt;I tell you now they don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyplace I go I'll think of you&lt;br /&gt;Every song I sing I'll sing for you&lt;br /&gt;When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come to leave you&lt;br /&gt;One more time let me kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Then close your eyes and I'll be on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream about the days to come&lt;br /&gt;When I won't have to leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;About the times that I won't have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving on a Jet Plane&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when I'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe I hate to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I'm) Leaving on a jetplane (repeat)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114609727828572717?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114609727828572717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114609727828572717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114609727828572717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114609727828572717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/04/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-114481244481757837</id><published>2006-04-12T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T11:27:24.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/P1030134.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/400/P1030134.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114481244481757837?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114481244481757837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114481244481757837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114481244481757837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114481244481757837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/04/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-114372394252780772</id><published>2006-03-30T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:05:42.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello : )</title><content type='html'>we've gotten back 2 outta 4 papers, and although i was not expecting straight As or anything near that, the results were utterly demoralizing. i'm not sure if it's right to take comfort in the shocking (rumoured) statistics; like 25 is the average mark for math, 70percent failed bio etcetc. but well, being the only consolation, i decided to use them to make my grades not seem as bad as they really are, lest i lose all motivation to study. sigh. anyhoo, we had training yesterday, and we were told that there're now merely 5 available places for the boys to bowl nationals. EEKS! and that means a whopping 9 boys don't get to bowl. :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote, it'll be some good quality time with some of them bowlers tomorrow, yay!oh and i LOVEEE the tuna sandwiches the new little icecream shop in school sell! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooohkaaay, time for some tv! byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114372394252780772?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114372394252780772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114372394252780772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114372394252780772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114372394252780772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello.html' title='hello : )'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-114337874525110921</id><published>2006-03-26T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:15:42.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone say YAY cos the exams are ovvveeeerr!</title><content type='html'>ah, we can all finally take a breather now that block tests are officially OVER! (i shan't make this post a complain-about-bts one) instead let's talk about ALL THE FUN AND :)))))) WE'RE HAVING POST-BTS! so far, it consists primarily of exploring at SENTOSA + riding the luge, which was uber exciting, though i was terrified at first,+ riding/sleeping on the tram + waiting for the sunset + lots of happytimes on thurs and 2 stayovers after that! it felt so awesomely liberating to have fun after all that burying of heads in Sloman/Campbell. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH, and a few of us (vic,anuaar,david,steph,yq,liz,adam and i) went to Holland V and we had a fantastic time:D we started the night off with dinner at Thai Express and it's amazing really, how we can enjoy ourselves SOOMUCH! even though it was such a simple affair. :) and after that, we cancelled our plans to go to walawala and went to Eskibar instead. omg, we had such fun! hahaha, took lots of photos and did the silliest things like standing at the coldest areas + huddling together to stay warm HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ya'll are reading this, more of times like that, okay!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight off i go, SEEEYA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114337874525110921?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114337874525110921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114337874525110921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114337874525110921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114337874525110921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/03/everyone-say-yay-cos-exams-are.html' title='everyone say YAY cos the exams are ovvveeeerr!'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-114235288787666759</id><published>2006-03-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T02:30:50.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yada</title><content type='html'>rockafella says:&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 you to the max baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//mich. : ) says:&lt;br /&gt;max already ah now&lt;br /&gt;rockafella says:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rockafella says:&lt;br /&gt;but then ah&lt;br /&gt;//mich. : ) says:&lt;br /&gt;huhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rockafella says:&lt;br /&gt;the max is growing everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//mich. : ) says:&lt;br /&gt;AWWW&lt;br /&gt;rockafella says:&lt;br /&gt;hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114235288787666759?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114235288787666759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114235288787666759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114235288787666759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114235288787666759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/03/yada.html' title='yada'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-114226007437042642</id><published>2006-03-13T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:27:54.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hihihihihi</title><content type='html'>okay adam here.. well anyway, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're back!!&lt;/strong&gt; in two ways actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, &lt;strong&gt;we're back&lt;/strong&gt; from our bowling camp in kl..&lt;br /&gt;and secondly, &lt;strong&gt;we're back &lt;em&gt;together :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114226007437042642?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114226007437042642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114226007437042642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114226007437042642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114226007437042642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/03/hihihihihi.html' title='hihihihihi'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-114147941699312838</id><published>2006-03-04T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T21:36:57.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updownupdownupDOWN.</title><content type='html'>they say life is a rollarcoaster.&lt;br /&gt;why, i think so too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114147941699312838?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114147941699312838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114147941699312838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114147941699312838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114147941699312838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/03/updownupdownupdown.html' title='updownupdownupDOWN.'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-114010589329568613</id><published>2006-02-16T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T10:20:30.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>been so utterly busy that there isn't even planning to do nowadays, cos' everything's just about planned out already. this and that on monday, tuesday..and just about everyday! anyway, we ran 2.4 today and omg, it was quite a torture after not running for so long. hahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day dinner last saturday was superb, really. we went to the club at suntec, and had an awesomely romantic dinner outdoors, with the best ambience and music :) we caught a glimpse of the sunset which was beautiful and had the most amazing time together! :) after which, we headed down to steph's to bai nian. the black jack table was crazily intimidating, what with all those high stakes compared to my paltry twodollars. hahha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam turned nine19teen on sunday and i thought i had quite a fantastic time as well,(i hope he did too!) even though preparing dinner meant waking up at an ungodly 7.30 on a sunday and chopping smelly garlic and shelling equally smelly prawns. so anyway, dinner consisted of garlic bread, mushroom and chicken chowder, prawns and shrooms cream pasta, apple pie with chocolate sauce and heart-shaped chocolates. we played those sparkler thingys and the remotecontrol plane i bought him! hahaha it was cute seeing him running around the park controlling a styrofoam aeroplane that had this affinity for bad crashes. heh woooops :) but it was a really fun night :)&lt;br /&gt;oh and we caught Casanova too! which i thought was reaaally good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day night was terribly uninteresting, cos i wanted to study :( but i guess it is the company that counts, right? but school was fun, with all that exchanging of gifts and hugs and exciting squealing. ahahha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, the piccccctures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/P10100692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/320/P10100692.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/P1010068%281%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/320/P1010068%281%29.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/P1030006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/320/P1030006.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/P1030013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/320/P1030013.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/P1030014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/320/P1030014.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/P1030017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/320/P1030017.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/P1030023.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/320/P1030023.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/collage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/320/collage.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/P1030055.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/320/P1030055.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/P1030008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/320/P1030008.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/P1030058.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/320/P1030058.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and last but certainly not the least..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/P1030047.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/400/P1030047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahh mich.. you have no idea how hard it was to help you put these pics up!! anyway i love you &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114010589329568613?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114010589329568613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114010589329568613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114010589329568613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114010589329568613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-114009980335468578</id><published>2006-02-16T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T22:23:23.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE</title><content type='html'>i love you mich!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-114009980335468578?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/114009980335468578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=114009980335468578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114009980335468578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/114009980335468578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/02/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-113983760600551581</id><published>2006-02-13T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:33:26.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yipeedoo</title><content type='html'>I'VE BEEN HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE :)ANYWAY, HAPPY VALENTINE'S EVERYONEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113983760600551581?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113983760600551581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113983760600551581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113983760600551581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113983760600551581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/02/yipeedoo.html' title='yipeedoo'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-113872321007007520</id><published>2006-01-31T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:02:21.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dreams came true, because of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/P1020481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/400/P1020481.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/P1010833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/400/P1010833.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one,   i wanna live life with you.&lt;br /&gt;two,   i hope you'll always be my boo.&lt;br /&gt;three, you make me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;four,  everyday i love you more and more.&lt;br /&gt;five,  you complete my life.&lt;br /&gt;six,   cause of you i watch chick flicks.&lt;br /&gt;seven, when i'm with you it's like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;eight, you really are my soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;nine,  i'm so happy you're all mine.&lt;br /&gt;ten,   we'll always be together &lt;em&gt;amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy anniversary baby:)&lt;/strong&gt; may we have manymanymany more anniversaries to come:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113872321007007520?l=twichild.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-113768287848060700</id><published>2006-01-19T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T23:01:18.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update:)</title><content type='html'>been so busy of late that i'm getting all drained and everything at the end of every day. cny preparations have been so veryvery time-consuming but i guess it all paid offff! :D thanks to all of the others who stayed back till like nineplus everyday to help with the pretty deco!:) sheems and i officially HATE KNOTS now, hahaha. anyway! house time was really good; zong did a fantastic job. :) sheems told me the j1s sounded damn sad when we announced that it was the end of house time. so YAY! haha and now i think i'm extremely laggy in class, i dont know anything bout vectors and photosynthesis and labour market and market failure. eeks, PANICPANICSTRESSSTRESS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote, i think the taohuay near school's damn good:) yuuum please go try it if you haven't already! haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and happy belated birthday anuaar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113768287848060700?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113768287848060700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113768287848060700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113768287848060700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113768287848060700'/><link rel='alternate' 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prettier than Helen of Troy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113741275252696599?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113741275252696599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113741275252696599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113741275252696599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113741275252696599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-addicted-to-you.html' title='i&apos;m addicted to you'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-113672278344271867</id><published>2006-01-08T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:32:32.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to you adam</title><content type='html'>you never fail to surprise me, time and again. thank you for being the person who laughs with (and at, sometimes) me, twirls damn fast in circles with me and get all giddy together, gets high and crazy and does the stupidest things on the road near my place with me, sings love songs for me at my request:), runs with me even though you dont like running, takes lovely slow walks with me, waits for me while i take forever to brush teeth, talks to me when i'm scared after nightmares, ties my shoelaces in the middle of the shopping centre when they keep coming off, compliments me even when i feel ugly, plays with little kids you don't know personally to show me you're good with kids cos i want a whopping 4to5, buys Peel Fresh even though only i like juices, waits for three hours alone doing just about nothing while i have tuition, sends me home almost everytime with very rare exceptions even when youre so tired/it's raining and i insist you don't need to, picks pretty wild yellow flowers for me, writes me sweet love letters and sprays your nicesmelling cologne on them, tells me how you love my escada perfume, squeezes Macs fries for me (secret no more hahah) and buys 50cent apples for me, studies out with me even though you don't actually want to study, carries my heavy bags when im tired, brings me for a dinner with your family, takes stupid candid shots of me every time we're out and have lots of fun at that, waits for me while im at long house comm meetings, drags my bowling bag for me, teaches me how to play xbox and laughs (with and at me) when i crash every few secs, goes shopping with me, takes my temperature for me when im running a fever, wakes up super early to accompany me from my house to safra mtfaber, prepares yummy egg sandwiches for me (more please baby!), makes honey water for me when im having a sore throat, buys artsy stuff with me even though such things bore you, and so much more that i can't quite remember now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow, times with you are times i treasure. I LOVE YOU. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be short or long&lt;br /&gt;Love can be right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;And if I chose the one I'd like to help me through&lt;br /&gt;I'll like to make it with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113672278344271867?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113672278344271867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113672278344271867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113672278344271867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113672278344271867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/01/dedicated-to-you-adam.html' title='dedicated to you adam'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-113670111023721231</id><published>2006-01-08T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T14:22:00.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you, for us, forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/30-12-05_1840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/320/30-12-05_1840.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time&lt;br /&gt;I was everything and nothing all in one&lt;br /&gt;When you found me&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling like a cloud across the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to tell you&lt;br /&gt;How you light up every second of the day&lt;br /&gt;But in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;You just shine like a beacon on the bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;But it's something about the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;Takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;It's that feeling I get about you, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;And I can't describe&lt;br /&gt;But it's something about the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;Takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;The way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a smile&lt;br /&gt;You pull the deepest secrets from my heart&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless and I don't know where to start &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113670111023721231?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113670111023721231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113670111023721231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113670111023721231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113670111023721231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-you-for-us-forever.html' title='for you, for us, &lt;em&gt;forever.&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-113664473719141345</id><published>2006-01-07T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T22:51:22.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:):)</title><content type='html'>visited the new IJ campus today! AW MAN, it brought all those memories rushing back once again; reminded me of how i spent 10 years donning that IJ uniform. :) the open house got so many old girls back, we even saw this bunch of 1993 graduates! hahah i realized how much i missed being in an all-girls school, and having the nicest teachers ever! mrs mah's still so cute and chatty, mrs nick's still sporty and friendly, mrs tay's still as motherly, mrs alex's still as bubbly, mrs tang's a whole lot prettier, jo teo lost weight (again!) and still wears those loose buttondown shirts with bright floral patterns (that she always wears with hugggee matching colourful earrings) haha and mrs tang S.L's still the warmest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we saw quite a few others from our batch! i guess everyone looks different; different hairstyles and colours, a change of dress sense. but all for the better:)glenda, steph and i got quite fascinated when we toured the primary school. hahahah everything's so low! the tables and chairs look so very cute and miniature that we HAD to plop our butts on them. lol, had LOTS OF FUN with those two, reliving our memories and being silly. wanted to take more photos but my camera died out on me(again!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot to mention how absolutely grand and Catholic-ish/ Church-ish the school is :) love the architure and details! so veryvery beautiful, omg. but it's a bit like SA, everything's like interlinked like some maze! so of course we got lost today, just like i do in SA now. hahah okay, tata for now. &lt;3 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113664473719141345?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113664473719141345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113664473719141345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113664473719141345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113664473719141345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=':):)'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-113661940582587685</id><published>2006-01-07T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T16:07:35.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mitch, meech, mich.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/28-12-05_1935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/320/28-12-05_1935.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say a picture paints a thousand words.. in this case, it's three &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113661940582587685?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113661940582587685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113661940582587685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113661940582587685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113661940582587685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/01/mitch-meech-mich.html' title='mitch, meech, mich.'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-113613570261162652</id><published>2006-01-02T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T01:15:02.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yabadabadoo</title><content type='html'>YAY today was a faaaabulous start to 2006! :) won an oven toaster, juice extractor, steamboat/grilling thingamajig (somewhat similar to those seoul grdn ones!) and no less than 10 boxes of cookies during a bowling tourn at club! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day was spent with the extended family at Swiss Club- had a very satisfying brunch (they serve the YUMMIEST AND CREAMIEST PASTA!) in this open-air space, with very pretty, quaint deco.:) and throughout brunch, little joshie threw us a wholeee lot of cute riddles haahah. &lt;br /&gt;after which, joshie and janessa grabbed both my hands and pulled me to a 'secret place' that turned out to be the playroom. and we played peekaboo for damn long, which got us all laughing like sillybums. haahha how not to love those two little (cheeky) sweethearts, right? &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm, anyhow today(1st Jan)'s an exceptionally special day:) because something REALLY sweet happened early this morning.:) and tomorrow will be a wonnnnderful day spent with the significant other :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113613570261162652?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113613570261162652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113613570261162652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113613570261162652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113613570261162652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2006/01/yabadabadoo.html' title='yabadabadoo'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-113600423431014955</id><published>2005-12-31T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T01:20:27.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>t-ooh o o phive</title><content type='html'>some quiet reflection made me realize how severely unaccomplished i have been throughout this year. 2005 seemed to have whizzed past just like that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first three months was perhaps the most carefree period in my life; not being the least bit bothered bout untidy IJ uniform (hahah, low belts&amp;socks) or completing assignments. the only thing that could possibly stress us out then was where to go after school, and how to kill time during our few-hour-long breaks. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, &lt;br /&gt;2005...&lt;br /&gt;+ consisted of a surprisingly long list of first-times!&lt;br /&gt;+ led me to meeting a whole lot of wonderful people &lt;br /&gt;+ inspired the detonation of fire in becoming-somewhat-stagnant friendships&lt;br /&gt;+ became closer to previously just hi-bye friends. &lt;br /&gt;+ was the year my dearsister got engaged&lt;br /&gt;+ was the only year with zero savings! ): [too much shopping, too much shopping!]&lt;br /&gt;+ was the year i got dear Leo :)&lt;br /&gt;+ was the first time i got two changes of phone within a span of 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;+ was a present-filled year :)&lt;br /&gt;+ was yet another year i enjoyed nationals. (all that zest and pumping school        spirit)&lt;br /&gt;+ was my first year in house comm&lt;br /&gt;+ was spent trying to diet, though it never really materialized&lt;br /&gt;+ was the first time i reeeeally enjoy school's food :D (ij food always tasted         horrid/had extra surprise ingredients in them)&lt;br /&gt;+ was a beautiful year that flew by in the blink of an eye, although nothing           particularly memorable happened and i didn't achieve anything whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;+ made me realize how wonderful being in an all-girls school is. damn I MISS IJ ): i   even miss jo teo's signature run-about-with-long-wooden-ruler in the early           mornings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113600423431014955?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113600423431014955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113600423431014955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113600423431014955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113600423431014955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/12/t-ooh-o-o-phive_31.html' title='t-ooh o o phive'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-113586841639896633</id><published>2005-12-29T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:06:29.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some of them lovelies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/lovelies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/320/lovelies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you three are God-sent :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[and adam, you are too:)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113586841639896633?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113586841639896633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113586841639896633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113586841639896633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113586841639896633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-of-them-lovelies.html' title='some of them lovelies'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-113560888050650400</id><published>2005-12-26T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T22:54:40.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woot woot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/24-12-05_1810.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/400/24-12-05_1810.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/26-12-05_1818.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/400/26-12-05_1818.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/1600/16-12-05_1435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6244/1871/400/16-12-05_1435.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich :) thanks for the sweetest christmas gift i have ever received. &lt;3youuu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113560888050650400?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113560888050650400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113560888050650400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113560888050650400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113560888050650400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/12/woot-woot.html' title='woot woot.'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-113544663235048323</id><published>2005-12-25T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T01:53:07.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>this is by far my worst Christmas ever. i guess when you look forward to a certain occasion too much, the most unexpected things happen to ruin everything. the loss of the new phone already succeeded in getting me feeling like crap; the thought of not being able to be contacted/contact anyone/ not having almost anyone's numbers/losing a new phone was enough to take away whatever Christmas mood i had.  this also got my dad unreasonably angry, and all he did was rub salt into the wound the whole of today. (he does it so well) and getting a mere 4 hours of sleep last night didn't particularly help either. i was so looking forward to post family christmas party (with adam), thinking it'd at least make my day better but a twist of events had to take place and now im back home blogging bout how sad and disappointing my christmasday is unfolding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113544663235048323?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113544663235048323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113544663235048323&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113544663235048323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113544663235048323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-113541690665270821</id><published>2005-12-24T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T17:35:06.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>hello everyone.. adam here. i'm blogging on mich's behalf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich has lost her handphone so she's uncontactable for now. she should get it back by monday.. yeap merry xmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113541690665270821?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113541690665270821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113541690665270821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113541690665270821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113541690665270821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_24.html' title=':('/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-113518399711129530</id><published>2005-12-22T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T01:03:01.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is for you, mich.</title><content type='html'>hi. i'm adam, and i'll be your host for today. i'm not accustomed to public speaking so please excuse me if i sound stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this entry is going to be about the owner of this blog, yours truly, &lt;em&gt;michelle loh yuling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've known mich since i was sec 1 and yes, she was already &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; pretty then. like most guys, i was interested in her for a period of time when i was sec 2, but that didn't really work out. haha. and then we sorta stopped talking since then. mich then came to sajc during first 3months and was in bowling. however we never really talked and seldom even said hi to each other in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas, fate had other plans.. we bowled on the same lanes during nationals and we begun to talk more. and being the nice girl she is, i started falling for her again. but i knew if i was going &lt;em&gt;chase&lt;/em&gt; her, it was gonna be really tough since she &lt;strong&gt;HAD&lt;/strong&gt; a bad impression of me (who doesn't heh). also, i always had the impression that she would go for "goodboys", so to speak. i'm not saying i'm a bad boy, but i don't really think i'm a role model for youths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so initially we began going out in groups. but after some time i plucked up the courage to ask her out. i was ecstatic when she said, &lt;em&gt;yes.&lt;/em&gt; so we went out, and the more time i spent with her, the more i fell for her. yes, we've had our share of couple problems, and the past 7 months have been crazy, but i wouldn't want it any other way, for all of it has led up to what we have together now. a &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt; relationship. one where we can laugh and do the silliest things together, or simply just look at each other and smile like idiots cause we feel so in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to conclude this dedication to michelle loh yuling, i'd just like to say that i really love her with all my heart, and &lt;em&gt;noone&lt;/em&gt; on this earth could make me happier than she does. and the best thing is that she does it day, after day, after day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113518399711129530?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113518399711129530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113518399711129530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113518399711129530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113518399711129530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-for-you-mich.html' title='this is for you, mich.'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-113518451005565971</id><published>2005-12-22T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T01:01:50.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am gonna stickwityou</title><content type='html'>Had training today; and for once, training didn't feel as aimless as it usually does:) &lt;br /&gt;after which, lunched opposite Safra with adam, cali and reg. i swear hawker dishes beat restaurent food ANYTIMEEE. they're so much cheaper and yummier! and we don't get friendly aunties donning similar hairstyles (permed and veryvery fluffed up) with grocery trolleys smiling at you in restaurents, do we? and noone bothers bout dresscode or dining etiquette. now i say that's eating in comfort. :D so back to today; it was spent almost entirely shopping, not that im complaining of course, but now that im back home, my feet are screaming for a nice warm soak and massage. AAAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we saw a really cute PURPLE man today- he was clothed in a (tight) purple long- sleeved top, white shorts (tight ones too, mind you!), purple wooly socks, had on a pair of purple boots and a matching UMBRELLA! haha, i dont know if it was intentional, but his feminine galek-ing (spell?) got just about everyone's attention. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam pointed out that recently, i've been having the most sudden bursts of uncontrollable, laugh-nonstop moments! omg, the silliest things tickle me so much at those points of time, but after laughing for no less than five minutes, i realize that whatever i was laughing at really wasn't so amusing. how i entertain myself sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been busying myself during the past week or so (or longer) with Christmas shopping and gift-wrapping :) ive always felt DECEMBER's the one time of the year that almost approaches perfection. (not considering holiday homework) Some tell me how Christmas is too commercialized, and how people give for the sake of doing so but i insist it's one of the most apt occasions to show your love for the special people in your life. &lt;3&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i think there's a paedophile hidden in me expressing itself time and again. eeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMR&gt;&gt;&gt; i'll be meeting up with the IJ-SA lovelies! as well as shopping with reg, and dinner with the IJbowlers. i foresee a smashing smashinggg time.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's all for now:)&lt;br /&gt;all my love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113518451005565971?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113518451005565971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113518451005565971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113518451005565971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113518451005565971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-gonna-stickwityou.html' title='i am gonna stickwityou'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-113457683547976471</id><published>2005-12-14T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T00:13:55.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>: )</title><content type='html'>my days have been quite a routine but enjoyable nevertheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is the most magical part of the year! i love i love i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/collage5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113457683547976471?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113457683547976471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113457683547976471&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113457683547976471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113457683547976471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=': )'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-113396185900747831</id><published>2005-12-07T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T21:24:19.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>triggerhappy!</title><content type='html'>i traded in the Samsung and got myself a spanking new, not to mention slim and sexy Black Razr! hahahah to top it off, i didn't have to pay a cent! (i even got a refund of 32$ HOHOHO.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113396185900747831?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113396185900747831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113396185900747831&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113396185900747831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113396185900747831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/12/triggerhappy.html' title='triggerhappy!'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-113383588928133613</id><published>2005-12-06T09:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T10:30:26.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance to the mooziq</title><content type='html'>yesterday turned out unbelievably (and unexpectedly) well :) went to Grand Copthorne with a humongous bag and spent some time there. got utterly embarrassed when we had to wait in the lobby in clubbing gear, and WHITE BEDROOM SLIPPERS. hahaha then grabbed a bite at taka, and headed down to Indo. met a WHOLEE LOT of people from school there, even the least expected ones! &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020485.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020484.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020481-1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(vic/reg, we didn't take any together!:/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night ended wonderfully :) no, that's an understatement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113383588928133613?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113383588928133613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113383588928133613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113383588928133613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113383588928133613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/12/dance-to-mooziq_06.html' title='dance to the mooziq'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-113370548872842298</id><published>2005-12-04T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:09:11.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so adam and i intended to work on the intimidating heap of untouched holiday assignments yesterday, but ended up walking around holland v. had the worst chicken salad ever at Breko that smelt uncannily like melted plastic, and tasted like cough mixture. but nevermind that, the place was really nice, the company too. i felt like i could stay there forever. it's dimly lit in its interior, and has this warm,cosy feel. I LIKEEEEE! the alfresco area's damn nice too, very ideal for people-watching:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/breko.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/breko2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so anyway, we realized we couldn't get much work done( as always ): ) so we went (window) grocery-shopping :) i love shopping in supermarkets for some reason. and LOOK AT WHAT WE FOUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/Photo32.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/Photo31.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a beautiful day all in all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was spent almost entirely at home, was supposed to be out with the girls but couldn't cos of a church musical at night. had a very fattening (Swensens) dinner with the parents and Nelvy :) i swear the frozen yoghurt leaves you craving for more. :9 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the musical was okay, i enjoyed the kids choir bit the most.:) they've got the most angelic voices ever! i fell in love with this particular little caucasian girl, she has the softest blonde curls that were tied in two ponytails, secured with pretty blue ribbons that matched her eyes. she pursed her lips and swung left to right everytime a song ended. (everyone, go awwwww) hahah but i guess they aren't so adorable anymore when they run and scream, playing catching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more exciting note, I CANNOT WAIT FOR CHRISTMAS!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the IJ-SA girls: i miss you guys :( lets meet up soon for a christmas gift exchange! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serene: happy birthday once again sweets! im so sorry i was late! i ought to get slapped! haha hope you had a wonderful time:) love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113370548872842298?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113370548872842298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113370548872842298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113370548872842298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113370548872842298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-adam-and-i-intended-to-work-on.html' title=''/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-113344033335158574</id><published>2005-12-01T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T23:49:31.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're my inspiration</title><content type='html'>my life has been an interesting conconction of events of late. and my weak immune system got me sick. yes, AGAIN! ): after the fever subsided, i had a damn bad tummy, i couldn't down any food (what torture!!!). after the bad tummy passed, i had an awful sore throat, and lost my voice. that was as horrid cos I HAD TO GIVE ALL THE GOODFOOD A MISS AT THE CHALET! liz's cakes, the barbequed food, chips and whathaveyou. hahaha, the sole consolation of this- the diet can work now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i had good ole fun with the bowlers:) :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first night was particularly fun-filled (and memorable :)) and we laughed like mad market aunties! HAHA :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, we told ghost-stories, got scared by the boys who climbed behind the windows and by alex who popped out of the cupboard, screamed every time the door opened and every time someone drew the curtains open, huddled with one another on a tiny bed, slept together like sardines on that same bed, posed like silly primary school kids and took a whole lot of photos, got caught by strangers in the process and burst into fits of giggles, had late-night walks in the baby pool, had heart-to-heart girl talks on matters of the heart, walked around the club and got offered food by kind aunties, played Truth or Dare (and Truth or Truth) and Continue the Story, gambled, went grocery shopping with mommy and adam, stole balloons, watched three-quarters of The Perfect Man, looked at pretty stars that dotted the night sky like sprinkles of glitter, received a pretty yellow flower, got reminded throughout to take my temperature:), eased a blueblack for someone(hahah), brushed teeth together (and counted the number of brush strokes like the pri school days, hahaha) and had breakfast near alex's place. anyway, david! you (and vic) did a greatgreat job for the chalet, all of us had quite a blast, so dont stress too much! haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to taka to get medicine for my throat, and to buy the entire set of Loreal WhitePerfect. and finally headed back to HOMESWEETHOME:) for the much needed sleep. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pictures&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANGKOK ------- http://twichild.shutterfly.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29nov-1dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020409.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020412.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020470.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020471.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020472.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020474.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020475.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113344033335158574?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113344033335158574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113344033335158574&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113344033335158574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113344033335158574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/12/youre-my-inspiration.html' title='you&apos;re my inspiration'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-113323683155207973</id><published>2005-11-29T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T12:13:11.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back home :)</title><content type='html'>the bangkok trip was amazing,the weather was pretty pleasant. and we shopped till we dropped. we went with 2 bags, and came back with 5! hahah had the most wonderful buys, and am reaaally pleased with them all. haha oh, and the food!!! omg, cheap and VERYVERY yummy. :) :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bangkok must be really popular among singaporeans cos i met a few saints over there; rayner stayed in the same hotel! haha went for foot reflexology on the first night, and thai massage on the second. both tickled me so much, i couldnt help but burst out laughing when they touched the sensitive spots. anyway, i found the thais surprisingly friendly, and they speak in a really cute sing-song manner. after so much of interaction with them (bargaining in particular) all of us unknowingly acquired that way of speaking ourselves. hahah and almost all of them have got very lovely big and deep-set eyes. but the thai men are apparently FREAKIN cheeko. (spell?) ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, ive got a horrible fever. my temperature was quite high last night- 39.2 degrees, eeks. and there's a house comm farewell as well as a bowling chalet later. i hope the fever goes away soon. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, ill put up the bangkok pictures soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113323683155207973?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113323683155207973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113323683155207973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113323683155207973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113323683155207973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-home.html' title='back home :)'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-113267365769260781</id><published>2005-11-22T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:47:22.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>a summary of today: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a friendly with RJ/AC. bowled horrrribly but SA still got first. :) it was really odd (i don't know what other word to use) seeing you, and not exchanging even a hello or goodbye or even the slightest smile. i don't know why but that got me very bothered. ): after the traditional taking of photos after prize giving, we went for lunch, did some shopping (and tried on lots of on-sale clothes at Topshop) :D, indulged in very sinful icecream&amp;waffles at Gelare, got a call from Ben&amp;Jerry's asking if i still want the job, and watched The Exorcism of Emily Rose at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/theexorcismofemilyrose_bigposter.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's by far the first horror movie that requires such intense concentration and listening. hahah it's no wonder yq dozed off. a pretty bad horror flick all in all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT!!!! im only leaving on THURS NIGHT. ): ): ): can you sense my disappointment already!?! ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but on a happier note, we'll be seeing some of the sec four jnrs tomorrow, hope they'll be a lovely bunch. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113267365769260781?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113267365769260781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113267365769260781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113267365769260781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113267365769260781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/11/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-113257724080511116</id><published>2005-11-21T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:30:41.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>va-va-voom.</title><content type='html'>today's weather was beautiful, perfect for our half a day spent at ecp having our supposed PT. i couldn't help but allow the re-enaction of past times at east coast in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't hot or humid today. neither was it stormy, which i expected when i heard the weather forecast on Power98 when i got up. it was rather a drizzling morning, the kind whereby you'd feel the cool air brush against your skin like pillow feathers, and the sporadic pellets of raindrops that fall on your faces from the leaves atop, as your nikes thud along the concrete path. :) i wished singapore's weather was like that everyday, nevermind the splattering of muddy water on the backs of our legs that accompanied every other step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt really good running, walking at times (blame our lousy stamina) with steph and david as the others whizzed past us on their bikes. cali and liz shared a bike, which was really cute hahah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to collect seashells but decided against it cos they were saying that they'll give out a reaally bad smell when you keep em. ): anyways, yiquan, anuaar, david steph and i talked bout the most random topics like, how many kids do you want to have?, wet dreams (?!), infertility (?!), yiquan's very generous grandma and icantrememberwhatelse. lol. then we walked to parkway (with veryveryy wobbly legs and veryveryy empty stomachs) and had japanese buffet for lunch! exercising had the wondrous effect of making us feel ultra fit and SKINNY, BUT THERE GOES MY DIET THAT I SO PROUDLY DECLARED TWO DAYS AGO. hahah cos we happily piled our plates with food. but i guess thats the whole idea of buffets. lol, and omg we laughed till i teared during lunch! GOOD OLE FUN :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, poor choony and zhenxiong downed a wasabi-filled durianpuff each. eeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after which, we did some window shopping, spent a considerable amount of time looking at storybooks and finally decided to rest our aching legs at coffeebean while looking at Female's 50 Gorgeous People 2005. hahaha, one of whom i think is awfully HOT!! :D and then cali and i took an hour long bus ride to amk together, though it didn't feel that long cos we slept through most of it. we were so tuckered out we didn't bother how unglam we looked (i using my saints tshirt as a little blanket and leaning against the window, and cali sleeping very comfortably in her seat) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY i cant wait for my bangkok trip coming wed, im gonna search for those uniquely embellished tops with those pretttty beads and sequins that are priced ridiculously high almost everywhere here at home. :) oh and also, the nice and cheap bras that are apparently all over thailand, for the girls. HHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway, jus something random but quite useful- you can brighten your coloured clothes by adding a spoonful of salt to the wash water, how cool is that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, OFF I GO! DVD TIMEEEE. thanks for everything today ya'll :)) IT WAS LOTSSSS OF FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh, and the world laughs with you. besides, everyone looks gorgeous with a smile:) -Female&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113257724080511116?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113257724080511116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113257724080511116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113257724080511116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113257724080511116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/11/va-va-voom_21.html' title='va-va-voom.'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-113242066146839876</id><published>2005-11-19T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:20:46.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so oddly familiar, yet at the same time, so distant and incomprehensible.</title><content type='html'>i realized i've been posting A LOT! hahah the idea of having a blog must really excite me. anyhow, anuaar, david, steph, reg and i went out today : ) alexius joined us during dinner at swensens, followed by nic(ola). btw, just a random note, i am very proud to declare that my diet plans have finally begun to materialize. HOHOHO. i had a huge chef salad for dinner (which i took forever to finish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am utterly pleased with my buys from future state today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020282.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha my mommy says to keep 'em for XMAS/CNY, but ive never been able to do that. oh and steph and i got ourselves matching tops which we plan to wear together, someday :) so after everyone left, i waited alone at DFS for my parents to pick me up (they were out pak-toh-ing, haha how sweet :) ) and some annoying people decided to disturb me as i was reading my book. growl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, im back at home and i'll end off with a few shots we took today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020264.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david and steph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020276.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020265.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020266.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020267.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020268.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020269.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020270.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020272.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020273.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020274.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020275.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113242066146839876?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113242066146839876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113242066146839876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113242066146839876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113242066146839876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-oddly-familiar-yet-at-same-time-so.html' title='so oddly familiar, yet at the same time, so distant and incomprehensible.'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-113237964543927517</id><published>2005-11-19T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T13:55:38.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jiggle jiggle.</title><content type='html'>my diet plans are amazingly consistent. they always stay as plans. ): I WILL DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. YES I WILL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113237964543927517?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113237964543927517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113237964543927517&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113237964543927517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113237964543927517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/11/jiggle-jiggle.html' title='jiggle jiggle.'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18995798.post-113231886099265656</id><published>2005-11-18T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T13:56:31.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VISUALS; the bowlers</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/bowlers006.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cali and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020068-1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020080.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were the most annoying customers hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020090.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020077.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry delight in taka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1010822.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1010839.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the happy couple; steph and david&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1010846.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view from the tram&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113231886099265656?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113231886099265656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113231886099265656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113231886099265656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113231886099265656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/11/visuals-bowlers.html' title='VISUALS; the bowlers'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-113219658570539930</id><published>2005-11-18T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T22:04:34.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ruuuuuun</title><content type='html'>RUN RUN RUN, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH DEC, DARLINGS!:) hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113219658570539930?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113219658570539930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113219658570539930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113219658570539930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113219658570539930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/11/ruuuuuun.html' title='ruuuuuun'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-113226775672873185</id><published>2005-11-18T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T22:04:17.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now say goodbye.</title><content type='html'>it's such an ungodly hour to be blogging at. and i haven't had a wink of sleep the whole night. had the most unforgettable, tear-jerking, and one of the longest conversations ever. it lasted for a whopping seven hours or so. it's our last one; now that we've kissed goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway 12 of us caught harrypotter yesterday, it was okay though i was a tad lost at some parts. i personally thought it was not as good as expected. cool thing was it had the feel of a horror movie at some parts; i remember getting shocked momentarily. btw, the girls all think that cedric guy is quite a good looker. hahah too bad he had to die! OH and i overheard a buncha sec school girls squealing in the ladies that this is their fave potter movie cos the actors are so cuuuuuteee hahah sounds exactly like us in OUR sec school days, when we indulged in all the silly girly talk punctuated by a million giggles. mm, come to think of it, we still indulge in the same kind of silly girly talk sometimes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so after the movie, two of the boys went off, leaving the MBgang, steph, david, jan, anuaar, chelsea and myself. bumped into alex ( who had pink/red highlights all over, very gothic toe nails and had on a pair of bright red trackpants) and girlfriend. upon much dilly dallying and standing around like we always do, we finally got our asses down to paragon, coffeebean! so we gathered a few tables and sat around playing the all-time-fave TRUTH OR DARE. HAHA. OMG, i think i've got cheek muscles (and hopefully the abs will start to show too) after laughing so much. but zhenxiong and david were reaaaally sporting. haha good job, you two. ;) you've got to be there to understand how tickling they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im gonna catch some shuteye now. sigh training later. at least i get to see the girls. and see cali's newly rebonded hair too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;BYE WORLD. and lollipop, im really sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113226775672873185?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113226775672873185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113226775672873185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113226775672873185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113226775672873185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/11/now-say-goodbye.html' title='now say goodbye.'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18995798.post-113207140227731599</id><published>2005-11-17T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T22:05:22.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my virgin post : )</title><content type='html'>hello world :) influenced by all that blogging rage, i decided to have a blog myself. :) partly also because i've been having too much on my mind of late and i thought it'd be good to have an outlet to rant and rave. anyhow i have come to a conclusion that i am hopelessly html illiterate :/ oh and i ought to say a BIG THANKYOU to andrew who helped me with this last night. so, THANKYOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent an hour or so friendster-surfing yesterday when i was stuck at home due to the horrible flu bug that has been going around. (i think i passed it to reg cos the poor girl's running a fever now. please take lots of care okay) anyway that one hour got me rather amused as i realized that announcing to the world on one's profile that he/she is absolutely against the use of so-called ahlian lingo (meaning the addition of the Xs and Zs or both (!) to the end of every other word) is becoming the HIP THING TO DO. hahah i think that's fine, but what bemuses me more is that these people then type their testimonials to friends in that manner and end of with an exclamation that goes something like- "youve no clue how difficult that was to type!" this is not targetted at anyone in particular in case youre wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, we had a short vice capts meeting at harbour front macs yesterday morning and lovely jien bought us really pretty flowers :) i know of so many people, males actually (like my daddy) who insist that flowers are the most useless gifts because they wither in a matter of days and you dump them away! i actually think flowers can do wonders, like make the receiver all happy and smiley. so i always make it a point to dry and keep 'em :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm, i just checked my phone calendar and i realized how birthday-filled november is. reg's was on monday, choony's today and my sister's tomorrow! so HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALL OF YOU! love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1020015.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1010878.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SISTER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c349/twichild_/P1010183.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOONY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet;Back At One &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's undeniable, that we should be together &lt;br /&gt;It's unbelievable, how I used to say that I'd fall never &lt;br /&gt;It's basis you need to know you know just how I feel &lt;br /&gt;And let me show you now that I'm for real &lt;br /&gt;If all things in time, time will reveal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: you're like a dream come true &lt;br /&gt;Two: just wanna be with you &lt;br /&gt;Three: girl, it's plain to see that you're the only one for me and &lt;br /&gt;Four: repeat steps 1 thru 3 &lt;br /&gt;Five: make you fall in love with me &lt;br /&gt;If ever I believe my work is done &lt;br /&gt;Then I start back at one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so incredible the way things work themselves out &lt;br /&gt;And unemotional once you know what it's all about &lt;br /&gt;And undesirable for us to be apart &lt;br /&gt;I never would have made it very far &lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know you hold the keys to me heart 'cause &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: you're like a dream come true &lt;br /&gt;Two: just wanna be with you &lt;br /&gt;Three: girl, it's plain to see that you're the only one for me and &lt;br /&gt;Four: repeat steps 1 thru 3 &lt;br /&gt;Five: make you fall in love with me &lt;br /&gt;If ever I believe my work is done &lt;br /&gt;Then I start back at one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say farewell to the darkened night &lt;br /&gt;I see the coming of the sun &lt;br /&gt;I feel like a little child whose life has just begun &lt;br /&gt;You came and breathed new life &lt;br /&gt;Into this lonely heart of mine &lt;br /&gt;You threw out the lifeline just in the nick of time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: you're like a dream come true &lt;br /&gt;Two: just wanna be with you &lt;br /&gt;Three: girl, it's plain to see that you're the only one for me and &lt;br /&gt;Four: repeat steps 1 thru 3 &lt;br /&gt;Five: make you fall in love with me &lt;br /&gt;If ever I believe my work is done &lt;br /&gt;Then I start back at one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: you're like a dream come true &lt;br /&gt;Two: just wanna be with you &lt;br /&gt;Three: girl, it's plain to see that you're the only one for me and &lt;br /&gt;Four: repeat steps 1 thru 3 &lt;br /&gt;Five: make you fall in love with me &lt;br /&gt;If ever I believe my work is done &lt;br /&gt;Then I start back at one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18995798-113207140227731599?l=twichild.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/feeds/113207140227731599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18995798&amp;postID=113207140227731599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113207140227731599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18995798/posts/default/113207140227731599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twichild.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-virgin-post.html' title='my virgin post : )'/><author><name>demerara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16891862611838392047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
