<?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-14479733</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:10:14.435+08:00</updated><category term='Pl'/><title type='text'>jooaaannnneeee. the girl with a thing for bridge and chickens. muhaha.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>587</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-5739407959607269989</id><published>2009-08-21T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:26:06.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Normatively speaking, &lt;/i&gt;readings with too many words should be banned,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so says me, a poor undergrad (&lt;i&gt;Pathos&lt;/i&gt; Argument!) whose eyes and head is melting (preferably tugging at your heartstrings and thus, making this a &lt;i&gt;Ethos&lt;/i&gt; argument),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because im trying my bestest to decipher whatintheworld the "&lt;i&gt;Collaborative Role of the Press" &lt;/i&gt;should actually mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And probably, when im through with this set of readings, my poor mind would have melted into a million pieces (warped logic here i know.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for those who dont understand whatintheheck im rambling on about,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;congrats,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this successfully makes a &lt;i&gt;Logos&lt;/i&gt; argument that too much reading kills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosh. COM 201 and 203 iz juz killingz moi headz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and because photobooth is the shizz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/So4vd4iDANI/AAAAAAAADA4/xyv2bPl6MXU/s320/Photo+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372283595937480914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/So4vddHh3oI/AAAAAAAADAw/gF-_QWjHqEE/s320/Photo+23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372283588578500226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/So4vdLjk-hI/AAAAAAAADAo/VpkB1Hq_yks/s320/Photo+9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372283583864306194" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-5739407959607269989?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5739407959607269989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=5739407959607269989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5739407959607269989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5739407959607269989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/08/normatively-speaking-readings-with-too.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/So4vd4iDANI/AAAAAAAADA4/xyv2bPl6MXU/s72-c/Photo+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-2174183148980725707</id><published>2009-08-19T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:09:09.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i am seriously amused!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check out the print screen of my user account used for printing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check out the CRAZY PLUNGE from 25bucks just cause i had to inundate the dear printer with &gt;100 sheets worth of notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/Sovaw18B4bI/AAAAAAAADAg/TtbyYg9Yd4o/s1600-h/papercut!-1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/Sovaw18B4bI/AAAAAAAADAg/TtbyYg9Yd4o/s320/papercut!-1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371627513216885170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my expenditure brings a new meaning to plunging graphs.&lt;div&gt;and guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the dear system kindly records the amount of,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. trees killed (my percentage currently stands at 0.083%, hooray!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. carbon dioxide emitted (567 grams)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. energy used (which, can power your 60 Watt bulbs for 16.7hrs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cool or cool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CS notes are gonna be the the cause when the Amazon gets stripped of its trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-2174183148980725707?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2174183148980725707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=2174183148980725707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2174183148980725707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2174183148980725707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-seriously-amused-check-out-print.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/Sovaw18B4bI/AAAAAAAADAg/TtbyYg9Yd4o/s72-c/papercut!-1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-2023369950508600970</id><published>2009-08-10T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:40:08.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;UNIVERSITY IN ONE MORE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/Sn8HsDQ_yiI/AAAAAAAADAY/VtFBsXUriGM/s1600-h/00120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/Sn8HsDQ_yiI/AAAAAAAADAY/VtFBsXUriGM/s320/00120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368017734221154850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;excited/scared/sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-2023369950508600970?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2023369950508600970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=2023369950508600970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2023369950508600970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2023369950508600970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/08/university-beyond-here-it-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/Sn8HsDQ_yiI/AAAAAAAADAY/VtFBsXUriGM/s72-c/00120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-1950159792075331410</id><published>2009-08-08T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:16:58.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mouse is MIGHTIER than yours.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and that's cause awesometastic aric was being, well, awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was reallyreally sweet of him to prepare something cause' im leaving to University,&lt;br /&gt;and cause of that,&lt;br /&gt;i now have a coolios  Mighty Mouse to work on&amp; a FANTASTIC photo to keep in my hall(:&lt;br /&gt;love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of hall,&lt;br /&gt;i went down to Hall13Block64Floor7Room1924 just after a really crazy worship&amp; publicity practice,&lt;br /&gt;headed down with the entire family to go shift my barang in and clean the place up!&lt;br /&gt;mm,&lt;br /&gt;im very much impressed by it,&lt;br /&gt;it's clean and cozy, and now i think im *much* better prepared to face the new sem,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that at least i have decent sleeping conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. school starts in like, 2 days :(&lt;br /&gt;which is incredibly supermax fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty,&lt;br /&gt;i totally lost track of what i was supposed to write,&lt;br /&gt;cause im currently alternating between the state of being awake and falling flatdown asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's National Day tmr people, and for those xXonites who see this,&lt;br /&gt;haha.be patriotic and wear red/white uhhh:)&lt;br /&gt;not everyday that we can be cheesy Singaporeans you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohohhhh, fireworks:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-1950159792075331410?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1950159792075331410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=1950159792075331410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1950159792075331410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1950159792075331410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-mouse-is-mightier-than-yours.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-75529011047235982</id><published>2009-08-04T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:50:05.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*clackity clack*&lt;br /&gt;that's pretty much the sound that my typing makes on my Dad's (ancient) NEC VERSA E6200.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it's governmental issue,&lt;br /&gt;so we'll let plastic-ky sounding keyboards and FAIL hardware pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty much surviving on OLDSCHOOL msn,&lt;br /&gt;which frankly,&lt;br /&gt;is just a nice-sounding cover up for,&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE WHY DOES YOUR MSN SUCK! NO DISPLAY PICS,&lt;br /&gt;AND *GASP* I CANT EVEN SEND FILES OVER!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;(i must emphasize, a BIG FAT BUT HERE.)&lt;br /&gt;this ancient dino is moving on,&lt;br /&gt;or sticking to the anology, &lt;em&gt;evolving to the next stage&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cause she'll be getting her very own, spanky, sexy, sleek, awesometothemax, to die for, the ONE THING that lust is permitted on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mac Book Pro(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so terribly glad to finally get out of the technological dark ages.&lt;br /&gt;thank god,&lt;br /&gt;or i'll  have to enter the next stage of life with the malument of chatting on  ebuddy&amp;amp; having FAIL no-Flash-player computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the frivolous side,&lt;br /&gt;there's Photobooth to camwhore on (HAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;finallyfinally can work my itchy fingers on Photoshop (LOVEEEEEE.)&lt;br /&gt;and aric's gonna TRY to introduce me to the world of gaming,&lt;br /&gt;starting with DOTA,&lt;br /&gt;which he thinks i can eventually whoop my brother's butt.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently planning my timetable,&lt;br /&gt;thank God that i've got a FOUR DAY WEEK BABYYYYYY,&lt;br /&gt;with my FRIDAY off.&lt;br /&gt;excellent(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im aiming for electives such as Forensic Science, Astronomy and/or Marketing.&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;br /&gt;these are the funn-est of all my Prescribed Electives,&lt;br /&gt;and &amp;amp;*%#@!,&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta clear 3 SCIENCE MODULES, eeeeerlack.&lt;br /&gt;pity that the Photog&amp;amp; Creative Communications Electives totally clingclangclash! with my Core,&lt;br /&gt;or ADM's Photog Modules,&lt;br /&gt;here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allow me to spaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOG MODULES = CHANCE TO WORK WITH 35MM FILM CAMS = CHANCE TO WORK IN DARKROOMS = SO DARN COOL OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;am totally sold on this.&lt;br /&gt;sem2, here i come(:&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/14479733-75529011047235982?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/75529011047235982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=75529011047235982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/75529011047235982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/75529011047235982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/08/clackity-clack-thats-pretty-much-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-641256678893102104</id><published>2009-07-11T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:07:12.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WKWSCIFOC09'&amp;amp; trillion others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bocelli, AWESOME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;im back, survived camp,&lt;br /&gt;had tons of fun, had tons of scares,&lt;br /&gt;made *NEW* friends, laughed like mad,&lt;br /&gt;ate like mad (b&amp;amp;js baby!)&lt;br /&gt;and had a funtabulous blast:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357214419021974994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SlimIV9nzdI/AAAAAAAADAI/3bodvhC3BLo/s320/WKWSCIFOC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;part of the Zack's Bocelli Wee Shots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In total, camp was a fantastic experience,&lt;br /&gt;i've got tons of stories to share actually, HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways, JAPAN BABY TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;so awesome fun i know :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Random pseudo vulgar cheer :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Celli fight, Celli kill,&lt;br /&gt;Celli like to fight and kill,&lt;br /&gt;Fight kill, Fight kill fight kill,&lt;br /&gt;Fight kill, Fight kill fight kill.&lt;br /&gt;SAAAA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-641256678893102104?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/641256678893102104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=641256678893102104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/641256678893102104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/641256678893102104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/07/wkwscifoc09-trillion-others.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SlimIV9nzdI/AAAAAAAADAI/3bodvhC3BLo/s72-c/WKWSCIFOC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-1817070993110857188</id><published>2009-06-16T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:14:22.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;churchcamp; the prelude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 50D's still residing at Fraiser Hill (with the parents), so no photos today,&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I *LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE* MY 50D,&lt;br /&gt;and to think that aric got his hands on his D80 too, (:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;happy shooting days ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;church camp was, IMHO, average.&lt;br /&gt;location was blah,&lt;br /&gt;and *majorgripe*, the sermon could have been more directed to the masses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in any case,&lt;br /&gt;I HAD SO MUCH GOOD FOOD THERE!&lt;br /&gt;mmm.&lt;br /&gt;Wanton Mee, Oyster Omelettes, the yummy Mee Rebus,Chendol&amp;amp; Beef Noodle that both of us trudged like, uberly far, to reach&amp;amp; eat :D&lt;br /&gt;so much of a &lt;em&gt;get fat camp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellowship was pretty great too!&lt;br /&gt;thankful that i got to hang out alot more with the closer friends&amp;amp; the girls!&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRLS WOOHOOO.&lt;br /&gt;and Saboteur was funny to the max,&lt;br /&gt;even sickly me had tons of fun at 230am.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i fell ill.&lt;br /&gt;like, coughflufever,&lt;br /&gt;but im better now, cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THAILAND IN 2DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i get my hands on my beloved soon enough,&lt;br /&gt;im gonna upload PRETTY pictures (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-1817070993110857188?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1817070993110857188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=1817070993110857188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1817070993110857188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1817070993110857188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/06/churchcamp-prelude-my-50ds-still.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-6255776352134414109</id><published>2009-06-09T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:43:12.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*newestnewest* love!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohyeah!&lt;br /&gt;finally got my hands on my DSLR yestderday (: (:&lt;br /&gt;am a very happy girl now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345165894905753010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/Si3YD79j7bI/AAAAAAAACTo/JCGaNyzZjgU/s320/IMG_1188.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's my birthday balloon, with love from TiffyChng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;am totally loving the quality of shots, colours and the array of funkedelic options (blah. technical thingys make my head spin though.)&lt;br /&gt;that's gonna be oh-so-cool to snap with(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone are the days of snapping pics with my Casio compact which FAILS horridly under bad lighting,&lt;br /&gt;and gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i still remember all those badddd and blurry pictures!&lt;br /&gt;(even though i lovelove the pretty red of my compact,)&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, all hail the days of kickass DSLRs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345165898705512242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/Si3YEKHfpzI/AAAAAAAACTw/3MVALsca5Mw/s320/IMG_0902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-6255776352134414109?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6255776352134414109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=6255776352134414109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6255776352134414109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6255776352134414109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/06/newestnewest-love-oohyeah-finally-got.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/Si3YD79j7bI/AAAAAAAACTo/JCGaNyzZjgU/s72-c/IMG_1188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-5342285835296807214</id><published>2009-06-04T16:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:17:13.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;excittingggg(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause yes! that's the way life is right now(:&lt;br /&gt;from the school/work front to the family front,&lt;br /&gt;moving on the relationship-ish front and friends front,&lt;br /&gt;all goes well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343395091663367058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SieNhn0pK5I/AAAAAAAACTg/1ukNxSIqW_c/s320/val%26jo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway! to cut this long story short,&lt;br /&gt;school's OUT, like my 5 MONTHS IN SKPS has &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;come to an end (one more week in July to facilitate a smoother transition for the kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343394924753837906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SieNX6CT31I/AAAAAAAACTA/fpATgcoC_N0/s320/haiqal%26weixuan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i reckon that this 5 months has been a superduper great experience,&lt;br /&gt;yes, Term 2 was uber crazy cause' i took on the role as a Form Teacher,&lt;br /&gt;the stress of examinations,&lt;br /&gt;the crazy kids who refused to listen- undoubtedly spoilt brats, pfft.&lt;br /&gt;and even the really sweet gestures of the kids,&lt;br /&gt;like how they all sang (and even wrote cards&amp;amp; gave prezzies) during my big 19th :D&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343394921053289186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SieNXsQB-uI/AAAAAAAACS4/nyeFB3fnQcQ/s320/ARGHTEES..jpg" border="0" /&gt;The friends met along the way too?&lt;br /&gt;WHOOHOOO.&lt;br /&gt;amanda-the-scatter-brain, my partner in crime while painting umbrellas!&lt;br /&gt;will never forget that day where both the paint-dripped RTs stayed back till 6ish,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just to paint umbrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cause this is the holidays,&lt;br /&gt;it means that it's WHOOHOO MEET UP WITH PEOPLE time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SieNYeZ2ATI/AAAAAAAACTY/wjLnnJ3WzBw/s1600-h/soph&amp;amp;jo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343394934516220210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SieNYeZ2ATI/AAAAAAAACTY/wjLnnJ3WzBw/s320/soph%26jo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the Sunday was spent with the lovely girls cell- a birthday treat-ish outing too,&lt;br /&gt;where we lunched at JustAcia and went over to Mind Cafe for a rollicking good time of screaming and being ourselves - spaztic girls :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343394925706605010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SieNX9ld8dI/AAAAAAAACTI/owg266Gf4rQ/s320/mindcafe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and hmm,&lt;br /&gt;just a sidenote,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a veryveryveryvery big hug to the people that made this birthday of mine memorable!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. doing things out of the ordinary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;like how you specially arranged for a meetup with Tiffy (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;will forever and ever appreciate gestures like that! whhooohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and cause this is my virgin blogpost since eons,&lt;br /&gt;i have the tendency to ramble,&lt;br /&gt;which is not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-5342285835296807214?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5342285835296807214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=5342285835296807214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5342285835296807214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5342285835296807214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/06/excittingggg-cause-yes-thats-way-life.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SieNhn0pK5I/AAAAAAAACTg/1ukNxSIqW_c/s72-c/val%26jo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-5241388798758583561</id><published>2009-03-21T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:33:19.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll be away for a little while,&lt;br /&gt;will buzz when back.&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime,&lt;br /&gt;have an awesome life you all! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-joquek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-5241388798758583561?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5241388798758583561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=5241388798758583561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5241388798758583561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5241388798758583561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/03/ill-be-away-for-little-while-will-buzz.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-5692764786763657951</id><published>2009-03-08T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:23:37.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310756222035174434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SbOYpXcaJCI/AAAAAAAACSg/nyOGTd2_wao/s320/hokkaido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;im going to JAPAN! (:&lt;br /&gt;YES. ohmygoshsupergoshohmywowwww.&lt;br /&gt;Hokkaido for 5 days, then 3 days at Tokyo!&lt;br /&gt;Woohooo!&lt;br /&gt;yeah- though it's a &lt;em&gt;little &lt;/em&gt;short, but hey. getting out of Singapore will be awesome for a bit,&lt;p&gt;and plus, it's JAPAN.&lt;br /&gt;awesome food, awesomemax scenery, lovely weather,&lt;br /&gt;okay. IM SUPER EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, when we head over to Tokyo, i'll try to coerce the family into popping by Harujuku Lane to see, umm.&lt;br /&gt;interesting characters!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310756799523153954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SbOZK-wRaCI/AAAAAAAACSw/eR2aWR5cBGI/s320/harujuku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the SMU Open House was, umm.&lt;br /&gt;alright i guess, all our plans to attend this talk and that talk kinda combusted cause,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. we decided to walk around a little,&lt;br /&gt;2. SK &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to ask bout' my jeans, i &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to tell him i bought it from Levi's the other time, Em &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to continue with, Let's go Levis! then all the rich kids had to go try on jeans (HAHA.), and then we missed the Biz talk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;the weather is SO HOT,&lt;br /&gt;and we're all gonna celebrate Vicky Loh's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, the worship head is ONE YEAR OLDER, (mental age still a -188 years though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SMELLY! (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-5692764786763657951?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5692764786763657951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=5692764786763657951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5692764786763657951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5692764786763657951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SbOYpXcaJCI/AAAAAAAACSg/nyOGTd2_wao/s72-c/hokkaido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-8561635384181966137</id><published>2009-03-07T10:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T10:31:34.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;done deal, i cant do math for nuts!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so says the uggllyyyy grade on my A's,&lt;br /&gt;the blemish! behold, the horror.&lt;br /&gt;(hahaha. &lt;em&gt;my apologies &lt;/em&gt;cause im still pretty tingled up over my results.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i guess i did decently,&lt;br /&gt;(A/AAD :D. i cant do math! see! see! see!)&lt;br /&gt;but in any case,&lt;br /&gt;thank God i pulled through the frightful A's relatively unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;And thank God too for my SMARTYPANTS friends who did awesomely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like dear Jamie Lai, OUR TOP ARTS STUDENT, straight A's- dont mess with her yo.&lt;br /&gt;and Chiang, out 30th Vice-Pres, kuku of a6, who managed an AAAB,&lt;br /&gt;awesome, and congrats! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;getting results isnt a nice feeling,&lt;br /&gt;while having lunch, we had Em who wanted to puke,&lt;br /&gt;and the girls (ie. us) were pretty much zonked and pale-faced.&lt;br /&gt;Queuing for results was blahhh too.&lt;br /&gt;My legs were feeling veryvery weak, Soph and I were grabbing each other's arms, and yeah, the atmosphere was ewwww. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but hey, thank God for my set of results!&lt;br /&gt;as what i've shared with the young girls cell&amp;amp; a couple of friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you honour God,&lt;br /&gt;then he'll honour you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;awesome, isnt it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i believe that my parents are proud of me,&lt;br /&gt;im proud of myself,&lt;br /&gt;my friends SHOULD be proud of me, (HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;but.. im not too sure if my Math tutor feels the same way,&lt;br /&gt;(sorry WeiChang! no pay rise for you! :))&lt;br /&gt;all in all though, it's just nice knowing that i can move on,&lt;br /&gt;and get into Uni --&gt; WHICH IM UBERLY EXCITEDDDD ABOUT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so! i guess the next step is thinking about where to go,&lt;br /&gt;which is another scary thing in itself,&lt;br /&gt;selection tests, interviews, vying with foreign students, the will-i-fit-it? mentality,&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;decisions.decisions.decisions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but hey,&lt;br /&gt;while i consider my options,&lt;br /&gt;the rest of you can just sit back, in utter wonderment, and think.&lt;br /&gt;how in the world did a triple science/double math kid turn out like that,&lt;br /&gt;and do so eww-sily in math &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;in chem?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;the world has its mysteries huh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S, i think im a walking miracle cause my D for the A's is the FIRST time i've passed Math. yeahh, i've been having horrific (read: U grade) results for Math all the way through till Prelims.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.P.S, it's okay. as long as i can count my change in supermarkets, i think math isnt &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;important to me huh. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.P.P.S, maybe Dot's right. maybe Biz isnt my thing cause i'll probably mess up the economy, big time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have a great day everybody! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-8561635384181966137?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8561635384181966137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=8561635384181966137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/8561635384181966137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/8561635384181966137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/03/done-deal-i-cant-do-math-for-nuts-so.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-5867290557994891727</id><published>2009-03-06T09:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:00:28.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1pm: chicken rice, 230pm: results, after230pm: TBC. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and so it's finally here,&lt;br /&gt;after all that celebration&amp;amp; bumming after the big A's,&lt;br /&gt;today is RESULTS DAY.&lt;br /&gt;wowwowweee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and in light of that,&lt;br /&gt;poignant A6 picture that had a much &lt;em&gt;intellectual &lt;/em&gt;slant to it,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309883286384672770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SbB-t0u-AAI/AAAAAAAACSY/t7NSMhdhsos/s320/squeeezeme.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recap if you guys cant remember (cause i have no idea how to create links. yes.)the smelly A's about being able to squeeze through that narrow door of Junior College,&lt;br /&gt;and the b&amp;amp;w feel to it captures the sombre mood that students have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;and to my deardear A6, i hope today brings us all awesome news! :D or not, some of us might just,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309883071807856786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SbB-hVX3oJI/AAAAAAAACSQ/OQqVfi8MNVI/s320/when+the+As+get+to+us..JPG" border="0" /&gt;(okay. shucks. none of us better or i'll get the Ents (ohyes.im watching LOTR again!) to come whoop your butts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was late night- drown your sorrows- chill out- ao6 night!&lt;br /&gt;and it was uberly&amp;amp; fantastically FUNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was amazing to see how the guys have changed,&lt;br /&gt;did someone attack their scalps with coconut oil or something?&lt;br /&gt;cause in the span of a few months,&lt;br /&gt;it's like. HAIR ATTACK.&lt;br /&gt;really. i never knew hair could grow so fast,&lt;br /&gt;and some of their fringes are even longer than mine! or Soph's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the night out of Timbre was a really great catchup session,&lt;br /&gt;in typical a6 fashion, we talked alot of nonsense, updated everyone about our current situations, had reallyreally great pizzas, drank pretty nice stuff (hahaha. closet alcoholics one by one.) and had great music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we planted our butts there at 745pm, and most of us left by 1145pm,&lt;br /&gt;(except the guys, man talk and all. or probably discussing the latest in HAIR ATTACK growth.)&lt;br /&gt;and the four hours were the blissful-est (Pris Sam, shoot me here.) hours that i've had in a loonnnggg while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;we're one bunch of karma-gone-wrong classbunch.&lt;br /&gt;like, when Em said "rainbow!" and i went "rain!", it started to drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;when SK told Em not to spill his drink, the next moment, he spilt it on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;when i told John to not spill his drink, the next moment, i got some on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since we're all on the wrong side of karma,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how will these omens bode for us today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. crazy ambulance sirens,&lt;br /&gt;2. rain&amp;amp;lightning&lt;br /&gt;3.the Goodfellas doing "Chasing Cars" (which, as we all know, is veryveryvery sob-worthy.)&lt;br /&gt;4. another weird, loud crash we heard halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again! i'll seek solace in the fact that, negative and negative = positive.&lt;br /&gt;and since there are 4 negatives,&lt;br /&gt;this will mean that there will be 2 positives!&lt;br /&gt;and that equals a VERYVERY GOOD THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Dot, how's that for not being mathematical enough? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-5867290557994891727?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5867290557994891727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=5867290557994891727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5867290557994891727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5867290557994891727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/03/1pm-chicken-rice-230pm-results.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SbB-t0u-AAI/AAAAAAAACSY/t7NSMhdhsos/s72-c/squeeezeme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-2976240729426716081</id><published>2009-03-04T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:38:36.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in my attempt to answer the queries about my future,&lt;br /&gt;i've found myself increasingly trawling NTU/ NUS/ brightsparks for more info. on the various courses and whoohoo. guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.still.dont.know.what.i.want.to.do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pretty big part of me is leaning towards NTU's Comm. Studies,&lt;br /&gt;but the &lt;em&gt;rationale &lt;/em&gt;(yeahman. what rationale?!) part of me is humming and hawing.&lt;br /&gt;this &lt;em&gt;rationale &lt;/em&gt;part says to go to Nayang Business School,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;i reckon that the entire ME will just love to stick to the option of being a professional bum.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;this stinks, the fact that i have no direction in life-&lt;br /&gt;and also, whoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;Results on friday,&lt;br /&gt;i am ladeedaaa excited.&lt;br /&gt;not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. but since it's no use getting all anxious about things,&lt;br /&gt;i shall just calmly sip my Rooibos tea (no caffein. good.good.)&lt;br /&gt;and chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, today?&lt;br /&gt;one of my kids picked his nose, waved the booger in my face.&lt;br /&gt;when i asked him to go wash his hands,&lt;br /&gt;guess where he did so?&lt;br /&gt;an awesomely ideal spot- the watercooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhh. kids are so.&lt;br /&gt;square blocks sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;and ohmygoodnessy.&lt;br /&gt;i am sounding so pissed off. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then again, my eye is red, againagain! and uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side,&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY ATM CARD TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so major loser cause i bet everyone's got theirs already,&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;my very own ATM card! :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;and there's Timbre tmr with the CLASSMATES.&lt;br /&gt;super excited i think im gonna go blow bubbles now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my eye is killing my mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-2976240729426716081?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2976240729426716081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=2976240729426716081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2976240729426716081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2976240729426716081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-my-attempt-to-answer-queries-about.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-3283887264432752270</id><published>2009-03-02T09:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:26:39.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;heart&lt;/em&gt; sell tatics!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308392646000069058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/Sasy_IkhScI/AAAAAAAACSI/EcHlZ9NsbF4/s320/heartsell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;browsed flickr (i love that place.) and chanced upon this collage, which is pretty&amp;amp;interesting!&lt;br /&gt;but yeah,&lt;br /&gt;the other reason why im &lt;em&gt;heartily &lt;/em&gt;posting a pictures of hearts, is cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;love revolution&lt;/strong&gt; is coming!&lt;br /&gt;That's our Good Friday event by the way,&lt;br /&gt;planning the design aspect is hard stuff,&lt;br /&gt;what with all the trenches in my head, and preoccupation with other stuff,&lt;br /&gt;churning out a design for publicity is just, &lt;em&gt;tough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;further more, what stinks it that im so severely limited by technology-&lt;br /&gt;like, without a good programme, getting work accomplished is difficult!&lt;br /&gt;but, thank God!&lt;br /&gt;along the week, there has been a nudge in the right direction,&lt;br /&gt;Qiyang and I have semi-inspiration, (plus. meetup on Tue = better, cause then we can bounce ideas off each other)&lt;br /&gt;but the coolest thing is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN DOWNLOAD PHOTOSHOP FOR FREE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmy. im so happy that i can just throw confetti or something!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. this means that our funky ideas have a greater chance of being realised!&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andandand, im just really happy now in life!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. ohman.&lt;br /&gt;i sound like a cheesypok, but yeah!&lt;br /&gt;everything's just going well,&lt;br /&gt;friends.family.church.work.random things like photoshop&amp;amp; yoghurt (i like! and passion fruits too.)&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i guess my wakeup call has done wonders for my situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.yay.yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-3283887264432752270?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3283887264432752270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=3283887264432752270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3283887264432752270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3283887264432752270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/03/heart-sell-tatics-browsed-flickr-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/Sasy_IkhScI/AAAAAAAACSI/EcHlZ9NsbF4/s72-c/heartsell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-3646704810669223879</id><published>2009-02-28T17:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:18:01.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday Mornings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307782745832966274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SakISRZSSII/AAAAAAAACSA/B1BOtLxkg5I/s320/LOVES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, 07A06 loves YOU!&lt;br /&gt;am missing my classmates alot,&lt;br /&gt;missing all the wacky convos and absolutely retarded things that we do.&lt;br /&gt;bloghopped and read a couple of current-student's blogs and for one thing that im grateful for,&lt;br /&gt;the class made life in JC much less miserable! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ages since i last sat and read,&lt;br /&gt;for 2 hours, James Patterson's &lt;em&gt;Cross&lt;/em&gt; (easy read, quick-paced, v.v.vinteresting, gruesome enough without being &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;yucky. dingdong me if you wanna borrow (: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot tea in hand, random chewables in mouth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's pretty much how i like to spend my Saturday mornings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The respite from work-craze, life-craze, church-craze even is just, blissful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my week was pretty hard,&lt;br /&gt;of this and that,&lt;br /&gt;and what better way to lose it in a psychotic murder thriller?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if anyone wanted to know how my lesson observation went?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. ohmygosh. major flop IMO.&lt;br /&gt;last friday, i took &lt;em&gt;the class &lt;/em&gt;and my blood just boiled.&lt;br /&gt;i was so frustrated that i stormed off after dumping them in Matt's hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(once again. major apologies for v. unprofessional behaviour there! heh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but yeahhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think if anyone takes &lt;em&gt;the class &lt;/em&gt;well yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good on you if you manage to control them/ keep your sanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but whateverrr.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still keeping my job! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And out of this experience, my assessor a.k.a the v.nice Mdm Lim said that i was PATIENT and NURTURING.&lt;br /&gt;wooohooo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think that she actually sat back throughout the entire lesson, waiting to see when i would blow. (hahaha. and i didnt! i didnt! even though Mdm Lim could clearly see i was &lt;em&gt;miserable &lt;/em&gt;and frankly. i just wanted to give up, storm out in tears, you know- the typical &lt;em&gt;relief teacher &lt;/em&gt;kind of thing.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's nice to actually discover some new found qualities in me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nurturing AND patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yes,&lt;br /&gt;and to the good people reading this,&lt;br /&gt;do pray for awesome weather tmr,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause it's our Praiseland Sports Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know that the field's gonna be muddy and whatnot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but may the weather allow us to get to JieMin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont think my job at SKPS has trained me to handle 100+ kids contained in the MPH, trying to make a Sports Day work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhh yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-3646704810669223879?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3646704810669223879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=3646704810669223879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3646704810669223879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3646704810669223879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/02/ages-since-i-last-sat-and-read-for-2.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SakISRZSSII/AAAAAAAACSA/B1BOtLxkg5I/s72-c/LOVES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-5049046848026195687</id><published>2009-02-25T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:07:32.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SaUyDWGmg8I/AAAAAAAACR4/OL5CNzyJkvo/s1600-h/squeeezeme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306702768980263874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SaUyDWGmg8I/AAAAAAAACR4/OL5CNzyJkvo/s320/squeeezeme.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; awesome max. after one million years,&lt;br /&gt;the class is gonna have another meetup@ timbre = good music, good food, great company!&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhman. im totally looking forward to the company cause it's a getaway from all the relating to kids thing that i dabble day in day out.&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lesson plan is done!&lt;br /&gt;and wish me luck, cause my observation's on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson with 3 Harmony = im veryveryveryvery scared cause those kids have the tendency to act up.&lt;br /&gt;you know.&lt;br /&gt;like combust in my face and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like that day when i had to hold the fort,&lt;br /&gt;it was utter madness.&lt;br /&gt;i had YH under the teacher's table, banging,&lt;br /&gt;A crying away, for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;J screaming vulgarities and climbing over the tables,&lt;br /&gt;SFQ and PT being dodos and bullying LF,&lt;br /&gt;who in turn screaaaaamed at them, broke his wooden ruler and started to CHEW on it.&lt;br /&gt;all at once.&lt;br /&gt;like ohmyygoshwhattheheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. the weather is so cold these few days i think my toes are freezing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alevel results are coming out sooon!&lt;br /&gt;ohmemyy.&lt;br /&gt;im nervous. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-5049046848026195687?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5049046848026195687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=5049046848026195687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5049046848026195687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5049046848026195687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/02/awesome-max.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SaUyDWGmg8I/AAAAAAAACR4/OL5CNzyJkvo/s72-c/squeeezeme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-3171604996511358520</id><published>2009-02-24T08:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:21:39.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;semi off my hiatus;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just as my title reads, yes, im &lt;em&gt;semi-off &lt;/em&gt;my hiatus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;one thing's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiatus-ing (gosh. i know im murdering the English Language here.)&lt;br /&gt;seems pretty easy when my days are jam-packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Amanda Lee's Farewell-Aunty Linda's Birthday!**&lt;br /&gt;(which goes in line about how i love DSLR pictures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306154447765992546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SaM_W2ZzdGI/AAAAAAAACRI/Walurg71Z5I/s320/lee%27s.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, eons ago, the Praiseland people met up for Amanda Lee Whoohoo's Farewell,&lt;br /&gt;eons, as said. Cause that girl's &lt;em&gt;already &lt;/em&gt;in Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;her farewell was a pretty touching one,&lt;br /&gt;where crazy Becca sent her totally in tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306154172699842962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SaM_G1s7GZI/AAAAAAAACQw/34itATAOgM8/s320/aw.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? prove!&lt;br /&gt;and btw to all the blindpoks out there,&lt;br /&gt;it reads: my tears and mucus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306154449051246226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SaM_W7MO3pI/AAAAAAAACRQ/DnHm31qys1Y/s320/mucus.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came dinner,&lt;br /&gt;and oh!oh!oh!&lt;br /&gt;we also had a worship session, where Joel the techie actually connected the ppt slides to the telly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mighty funny if you ask me,&lt;br /&gt;cause we were staring at the telly for lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, dinner --&gt; bridge --&gt; cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306154172546067570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SaM_G1IQrHI/AAAAAAAACQ4/swmKdWi52Zg/s320/bday.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cake--&gt; eat cake --&gt; take pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306154456283329394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SaM_XWIfs3I/AAAAAAAACRg/TRRkS1Ys3AY/s320/qukers.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with aunty linda and her bday card which included her super OLD SCHOOL picture. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306154458706846450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SaM_XfKTovI/AAAAAAAACRY/wNv2Ozkj3Co/s320/posed.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;posed or unposed? you decide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306154178687080082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SaM_HMAZFpI/AAAAAAAACRA/DgNMeY7PFmI/s320/leeee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes,yes. with the amanda and her card (which i reallyreally like. thus far, the favouritest card designed.) (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306154167775411122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SaM_GjW2O7I/AAAAAAAACQo/Fmtl52yJgeg/s320/armpits.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and us being kukus, the only reason why we were huddling UNDER her to take a picture is cause we were all too short to outjump her / we jumped at some weird moment cause the picture turned out weirdy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306154168648541378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SaM_GmnBJMI/AAAAAAAACQg/c1SKK8-N_Cc/s320/ahhh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;happy farewell&amp;amp; birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love, Praiseland (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S yes, the abovementioned picture is/was posed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well yupp.&lt;br /&gt;So the days have been crazy, my grandad's wake ended on Tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;the wake wouldnt be what i call, &lt;em&gt;conventional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i mean, the food we had was SUPER (cold dish, curry chicken, sharks fin, duck, fish and what not.)&lt;br /&gt;made it seem like a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had flowers EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;and by that i mean that each table had it's own little flower arrangement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;courtesy of the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeahh, flower arrangement is FUNNN!&lt;br /&gt;like, when the wake ended, instead of letting the flowers go to waste, my coolios grandaunts were teaching us how to do flower arrangements!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i'll probably post pictures of the done ones soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we played games.&lt;br /&gt;like, on the 2nd night, we played the thumb game (to clear excess food)&lt;br /&gt;and on the 3rd night, the cousins and aunties played it too,&lt;br /&gt;loser had to clip on peanuts and wear flowers in their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;like. ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;initially i was uncomfortable, pictures... at a funeral?&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, we took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;table shots, group shots, family shot, jump shots, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the mood there was... comfortable and celebratory.&lt;br /&gt;Which is awesome frankly,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that my grandad is in HEAVEN,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that he's done with his sufferings here, i guess that allowed the children and the grandchildren to feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the other hand, there were tears.&lt;br /&gt;from the very old to the very young,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during the cremation service, even my little cousins,&lt;br /&gt;(lardy and brian) were all sobbing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all in all, i guess the funeral was a very comfortable one,&lt;br /&gt;and IMO, i think my family is veryveryvery cool cause everyone in the family is very warm and loving!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the friends (dearest xXon youths, like the most supportive bunch of churchmates- ever.) who supported this family through that time,&lt;br /&gt;thank you veryvery much! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrightey.&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta go plan my lesson observation outline,&lt;br /&gt;type out PL mins,&lt;br /&gt;type out resource lists for PL Sports Day and journal making workshop (ohmygoshh. spaz out max.)&lt;br /&gt;brainstorm for Good Friday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the meantime, also try not to spaz out cause,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE A LEVEL RESULTS ARE COMING OUT SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-3171604996511358520?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3171604996511358520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=3171604996511358520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3171604996511358520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3171604996511358520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/02/semi-off-my-hiatus-just-as-my-title.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SaM_W2ZzdGI/AAAAAAAACRI/Walurg71Z5I/s72-c/lee%27s.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-3657427243737476735</id><published>2009-02-14T09:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:14:31.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just on a little hiatus till i,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get pictures,&lt;br /&gt;tide over this period of a loss in the family,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;start planning my lesson observation,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;start planning for the journal making workshop thingaloid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if anyone wants a little read, school was fantastic on Friday,&lt;br /&gt;1 Patience was THE CUTEST BUNCH OF KIDDOS EVER (i love/ hug them to bits)&lt;br /&gt;During our Code Red for an "Intruder Alert", i was tasked to debrief them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay 1 Patience, does anyone know the meaning of intruder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Chiang Long raises hands,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;does it mean there is a ghost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Starts to act out like a ghost for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, ultimate cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;and they are such dodo birds, cause we had a water rationing exercise where they could all get a free bottle of NEwater during recess,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Quek! Ms Quek! I forgot to bring my water bottle! Can i go back and take it?&lt;br /&gt;Umm. HELLO. you are gonna get a FREE bottle of water very soon!&lt;br /&gt;OHYAHOR. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;1 Patience is like, WHOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-3657427243737476735?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3657427243737476735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=3657427243737476735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3657427243737476735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3657427243737476735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-on-little-hiatus-till-i-get.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-2395659567047632126</id><published>2009-02-05T19:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:24:54.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my tranny voice, random musings on kids and my teensyweeny bit effort to revive this little blogsite. (someone save shoesite pleasethanks!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my voice = tranny voice, and seriously,&lt;br /&gt;if i keep losing it time and time and time and time again,&lt;br /&gt;i fear that that it's huskiness will be permanent!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. so uncool can, cause i remember my voice being high and whiney (i think.) when i was a lot more younger.&lt;br /&gt;then again,&lt;br /&gt;probably a husky voice is better than sounding like a whineypot. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yupp, if anyone was wondering why i MIA-ed, no i wasnt saving the world,&lt;br /&gt;yes, i was helping church-&lt;br /&gt;the women's ministry (do they have an official name? i think so. except that it is eluding me currently!) roped me in to help out with some craftmaking workshop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299282053804705810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SYrU832hyBI/AAAAAAAACPo/D_UzhmkgBuk/s320/CIMG2946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to Lydia (and i mean that in a totally non-hostile/ loving manner!)&lt;br /&gt;who went to happyjitters.blogspot.com (a.k.a nonexisting shoeblogsite) and told her mummy, who in turn, approached me.&lt;br /&gt;and tadahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be down to conduct a journal making workshop somewhere in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299282045132449250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SYrU8Xi5peI/AAAAAAAACPg/w5Gz2lmS1-I/s320/CIMG2947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and hahaha. i know the cover pages are so UMM.&lt;br /&gt;but i reallyreally have no time to go make it fancyschmansy,&lt;br /&gt;we'll just let Aunty IT deal with the publicity stuff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway! had Prakey's bday dinner yesterday (HAPPY BDAY GFF!) and halfway thru, i got a reaaaalllyyy nice message from &lt;strong&gt;Nalinapok! &lt;/strong&gt;the gist of it being how she was praised as an EXCELLENT OG LEADER, and how somehowsomehow i've managed to shape her into one! (COOLIOS.) and today, &lt;strong&gt;Huina &lt;/strong&gt;commented that i had the very Councillor-look (what look? white and nerdy???)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha. not. apparently, it's about being tanned (huh. me. tanned???), sporty and SMILEY.&lt;br /&gt;which are super nice things to hear, from both girls,&lt;br /&gt;this makes me want to be a Councillor for life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;andandandand.&lt;br /&gt;Est is going to work tmr with me! WHOOHOOO.&lt;br /&gt;cause she' s gonna get interviewed at SKPS, ubercoolios.&lt;br /&gt;i hope she gets the job (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-2395659567047632126?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2395659567047632126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=2395659567047632126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2395659567047632126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2395659567047632126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-tranny-voice-random-musings-on-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SYrU832hyBI/AAAAAAAACPo/D_UzhmkgBuk/s72-c/CIMG2946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-5702509166018861162</id><published>2009-01-26T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:59:39.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;contact lenses are pretty/ewew inventions;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;on one hand, im all for lenses cause' it gives me an option away from looking like a 24/7 neeerrrrddd.&lt;br /&gt;(no offense to the general public, but i would like to think of myself as one NOT blessed with a face for specs.&lt;br /&gt;anyone beg to differ? hmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;burrrrn!!!&lt;br /&gt;cause it's hampering me from getting some (much needed) sleep now,&lt;br /&gt;sleep = oxygen deprivation = my eyes will shrivel, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295522361235600754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SX15h9mV9XI/AAAAAAAACPY/9q_Q-Cz7ufM/s320/my+favourtie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;anyway, Rayn! (like. rain.) my favourite cousin from the dad's side;&lt;br /&gt;awesomely cute- he's super friendly, generous, nice smelling, big-eyed, only TWO YEARS OLD and funny.&lt;br /&gt;like, he keeps jabbing at things with his middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i would want my kid to turn out &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;way, but hey.&lt;br /&gt;he's the cutest of the lot, and makes life there a lot less dull.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andandand, my cousin's cousins (from the Mum's side)  came over for a dinner yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;majorly cool, cause we had Viet kids there!&lt;br /&gt;and they are superrrr cute, the little one at least;&lt;br /&gt;he actually went up to me and pinched my cheeks-&lt;br /&gt;talk about role reversals, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;too many cards, too little time and wow.&lt;br /&gt;no black pen in sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-5702509166018861162?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5702509166018861162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=5702509166018861162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5702509166018861162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5702509166018861162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/01/contact-lenses-are-prettyewew.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SX15h9mV9XI/AAAAAAAACPY/9q_Q-Cz7ufM/s72-c/my+favourtie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-3824838460965772341</id><published>2009-01-19T21:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:19:10.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;inefficiency rulezx. my toe is semi-ouch, blame sticky plaster. 2hrs--&gt; 25pics.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;efficieny is dead!&lt;br /&gt;inefficiency kicks butt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;that total &lt;em&gt;rant&lt;/em&gt; refers to the fact that woohoo, i spent 2hours searching for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;specifically, 25 pics that's gonna be used for deardear Amanda's Farewell Card!&lt;br /&gt;Spent that time trawling folders&amp;amp; joelsplace andandand, random fact. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ally's picture is priceless! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292990102921020018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SXR6dIREAnI/AAAAAAAACNU/aldsHEzDAm4/s320/allywoohoo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd inefficient happening --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yellow House CCA today, which was Pri 2 Speech and Drama,&lt;br /&gt;and alrightey.&lt;br /&gt;my duty was to make sure that the kids were SAFE (like. not getting manhandled and such. but ehhh. looks like i had not enough power to prevent an eyesore. you know, &lt;em&gt;wardrobe malfunctions of the southern regions? &lt;/em&gt;YES.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the session was a whole 2 HOURS,&lt;br /&gt;though it was kinda funny at first, watching the kids do funny things and hear them say utterly ridiculous, yet adorable stuff,&lt;br /&gt;things got kinda dry 3/4 way, so much so that i had to resort to reading books from the Pri 1 corner, just to stay awake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on the bright side,&lt;br /&gt;my mini-busted toe and the fact that my havas totally revealed my maroon painted toes served its purpose well by preventing any incidents of REM sleep!&lt;br /&gt;(the invasion people, heads up! and p.s, jono does great imitations of the infected ones.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes! toe incident = mega stupidity = karma okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like, yesterday, the youths were having their monthly Games Day,&lt;br /&gt;we played Ultimate (the girls were untrue to its name though.) Frisbee and Captains Ball.&lt;br /&gt;being the gungho (read: goon) queen that i am,&lt;br /&gt;i decided to wear FLIPFLOPS to play.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;other than myself, certain youths too wore flippies ;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, as the day proceeded, Huibing busted her toe first.&lt;br /&gt;simultaneous actions of catching the ball, landing, slipper folding and jamming toe to ground resulted in a pretty severe skin ripping incident.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she hobbled, i supported, till she sat on a rock to get things cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;(ow max.)&lt;br /&gt;ngeow, being the EVER HELPFUL person,&lt;br /&gt;then went on his little tirade about how she should &lt;em&gt;stick her toe into the grass to push the skin back (&lt;/em&gt;and this i quote), made me v.v. squirmish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;plus, helping to wash off the blood,&lt;br /&gt;(i didnt faint! hooray.)&lt;br /&gt;didnt exactly help things either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yeah, with people getting hurt,&lt;br /&gt;i myself was pretty smug, and happy that yayyay! my toes are intact!&lt;br /&gt;and so, after a pretty vigourous game of Captain's Ball, we headed over to MCP&lt;br /&gt;(yes. it's a name of a provision stall. like, huh! next time i'll name my company WTH for effect.)&lt;br /&gt;to get drinks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ladeedaaa. by this time, i was extremely happy!&lt;br /&gt;rest = no games = no chance of busting toe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then, karma decides to kick my in the butt and so, causing me to walk into a raised granite kerb thingy.&lt;br /&gt;i kicked the thing,&lt;br /&gt;went OWWW.&lt;br /&gt;however, at this point i still didnt feel any pain,&lt;br /&gt;until i headed back to the rocks, and saw BLOOOOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;WTH indeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-3824838460965772341?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3824838460965772341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=3824838460965772341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3824838460965772341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3824838460965772341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/01/25pics.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SXR6dIREAnI/AAAAAAAACNU/aldsHEzDAm4/s72-c/allywoohoo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-5779813097591343584</id><published>2009-01-14T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:04:51.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;indigestion, hoarse throats and exploding heads.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my very humble opinion,&lt;br /&gt;those are the stuff that kill in our line of work- teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, indigestion is sooooo gonna set in, somehow!&lt;br /&gt;(hahaha. overshare?)&lt;br /&gt;especially today, where i had no break = no food for the entire day = sad sad tummy.&lt;br /&gt;the only time to eat was at 130pm, when PD (pro. devt.) is at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I had to rush down the asam fish (pretty good btw!) and rice thingy,&lt;br /&gt;so rushed for time that i ended up eating while walking out of the teacher's room,&lt;br /&gt;only to get a mini-reprimand from WeiQiang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;didnt anyone tell you not to eat and walk? what if you choke on your food??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoarse throats!&lt;br /&gt;best, im actually starting to sound like a cross between a tranny and a troll.&lt;br /&gt;coupled with the fact that i just ingested about, 2 packets of lemon cream/ cheese biscuts,&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably start growling while trying to communicate with people.&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i officially lose my voice?&lt;br /&gt;i'll just claim that i'm speaking in ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;cool or what.&lt;br /&gt;i've got everything already mapped out! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pop! goes my head.&lt;br /&gt;i've got kids who really make me uber irritated at times,&lt;br /&gt;because they DO NOT LISTEN.&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;are their skulls not fully formed, such that someone had to pad their brains with extra plasticine such that it impedes hearing?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again,&lt;br /&gt;i might have been growling.&lt;br /&gt;who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chenny: &lt;/strong&gt;hey Chenny the elf-leprechaun-woman-thing! hahaha, no the kids dont mess around with my name, and even if they did, they just snigger shyly. Very cute actually! and lessons are ok! just that PE stinks. cause it's like, releasing them to the wild = super Tarzans = i become one crazy lady.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen: &lt;/strong&gt;hello. not day one that you know me. random facts = my semi-forte, like how something that is red and green and goes round and round, is actually a frog in a blender, and not a traffic light in a tornado!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RachChan: &lt;/strong&gt;hahahaha, yes! i am a relief teacher, feels like Orientation again though. you know, messing aorund with little kiddies and stuff. :D SKPSS= Seng Kang Primary School= awesome working environment. annd, thanks for the compliment on the shoes! i'll update you soon! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charmainey: &lt;/strong&gt;which pictures? and what list? and ohmygosh. me = confused. AND. dont forget, CELL ON FRIDAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachelwong: &lt;/strong&gt;yes! i'll meet you guys SOON. when my time permits that is, i have many crazy kid stories to share! HAHAHA. you take care at work too! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;becca: &lt;/strong&gt;whoohoo. Praiseland all over again. HOW TO DEAL WITH PRI 6 KIDS. ohmygosh. later they find me too childish/ irritating how how how. you know how Pri6 kids enter the snooty stage, V. not cool uh. and teaching has been pretty great! except for sounding like a tranny that's all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nana &lt;/strong&gt;(ohmygosh. i'm guessing it's serene. am i in any way right?): yes! dean koontz is pretty great! and so is Colin Cotterill, heh. lovelove his witty books. dont worry about the spam, cause intros to books is NOT spam! :) thing is, im not crazy over Stephen King, i actually found &lt;em&gt;Carrie &lt;/em&gt;pretty boring, despite it's "high acclaim".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OOH. PAY DAY TMR.&lt;br /&gt;EXCITEEEEEED.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-5779813097591343584?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5779813097591343584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=5779813097591343584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5779813097591343584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5779813097591343584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/01/indigestion-hoarse-throats-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-6221860936893543224</id><published>2009-01-06T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:59:22.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's an in-a-jiffy-type post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm having the PLcomm meeting tmr, and i just finished the minutes yesterday, schhweeeet.&lt;br /&gt;to think that the last meeting was dated: 17th Nov 08'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today, Sarah Natasha (girl from class who just arrived today) gave me super cute puppy eyes and asked whether i was going to come back to class tmr! sccchhhweeeeeeet! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dealing with kids = good way to train patience, a virtue which i lack terribly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;suffering. from. cheese. overload.&lt;br /&gt;i am so gonna reincarnate as a cow and feel the pain of fattybombom consumers eating all my diary produce.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(and okay, somewhere in there, lies some reaaaalllllyy weird connotations, dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;and i dont mean to add that, but hey, probably the excess glucose (or whatever stuff diary prods morph into, is clogging up my brain cells. MOOO.))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;STAFF PHOTO TAKING TMR!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I AM A STAFF. ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;sounds so official,&lt;br /&gt;had better start acting my position.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and finally,&lt;br /&gt;i realised my voice is uber low.&lt;br /&gt;like, during the class reading session,&lt;br /&gt;when we had to read in unison,&lt;br /&gt;i sound like a freaking tranny amidst all the high-pitched voices of the kids,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to think i tried to speak in a falsetto just to blend in.&lt;br /&gt;EPIC FAIL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-6221860936893543224?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6221860936893543224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=6221860936893543224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6221860936893543224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6221860936893543224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-in-jiffy-type-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-5893967551494337693</id><published>2009-01-05T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:06:50.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;holding on to that feeling;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and if you're thinking that "ooh. she's gonna spill some secrets yaddaa",&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps "ohmygosh! she has morphed into some uber tacky songwriter (which i admit, the choice of title stinks) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;on both counts,&lt;br /&gt;people who think as above, deserve a big fat WRONGO!&lt;br /&gt;or in teacher-speak,&lt;br /&gt;"FAIL!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's more of the fact that,&lt;br /&gt;here i am, popping dark chocolate, heating up a brownie TOPPED WITH MORE DARK CHOCOLATE, sitting and chilling- at ohwoweeee. 330pm,&lt;br /&gt;that i want to cherish!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for one,&lt;br /&gt;it's a rarity to actually have a decent break now!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;school a.k.a workplace has been a buzz of activities,&lt;br /&gt;it's Orientation- more like &lt;em&gt;orientation admist the babble of briefings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and i've been attached to my class, 3 Harmony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seriously, no wonder why Singaporean kids turn out kiasu and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;class is for the entire day, 730am till 130pm and there's like...&lt;br /&gt;HALF AN HOUR OF RECESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlights, in brief:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;getting to meet the kids,&lt;br /&gt;i think one of the most fulfulling things that happens is when the kids begin to acknowledge you!&lt;br /&gt;and this isnt referring to form-perfect greetings,&lt;br /&gt;but more of when they sincerely smile and say hello!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and that is reallyreally sweet! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and seriously, im blessed with the awesomest teacher, ever.&lt;br /&gt;and to be granted the opprtunities to work and learn from her is just, amazing okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and.. the lowlights:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the occasional &lt;em&gt;i decide to be mischevious today &lt;/em&gt;mood that sometimes the kids lapse into.&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;well, so yeah, that's basically my work in brief,&lt;br /&gt;no intention to openly blog about it,&lt;br /&gt;cause ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;what if MOE reads it and decides to sue me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Straits Times will then pick an unglam shot of me, preferably the ones with me having contorted faces,&lt;br /&gt;and in jest and mockery,&lt;br /&gt;flash the headlines,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Holding on the that feeling- wayward teacher granted time in jail to reflect."&lt;br /&gt;very not cool you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(edit&lt;br /&gt;i found my perfect mugshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287717378782208770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SWG-8ML5IwI/AAAAAAAACM8/OfMDmAUaFjI/s320/this+is+like,+me..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;taken by: ryan lee eww eww's dslr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and Genpok, Random Fact #351&lt;br /&gt;On my very lousy monitor screen, the blue background has this weird ripple-wavy effect thing starting from my head.&lt;br /&gt;makes me look as if i've attained Nirvana, or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-5893967551494337693?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5893967551494337693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=5893967551494337693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5893967551494337693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5893967551494337693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/01/holding-on-to-that-feeling-and-if-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SWG-8ML5IwI/AAAAAAAACM8/OfMDmAUaFjI/s72-c/this+is+like,+me..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-2704603373489820012</id><published>2009-01-01T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:02:28.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;two-oh?-oh!-(ohmygoshit'slikefreakingfast)-nine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and with a snap and twist of my fingers,&lt;br /&gt;oh eight has zoomed by,&lt;br /&gt;and oh nine is now sitting at my feet, grinning, waiting to see how it can,&lt;br /&gt;test, trouble, excite, sadden, anger, love and make me an uber better person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is really exciting, cause oh nine will the the year of many firsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting work tmr,&lt;br /&gt;and frankly, i am DREADING it, due to the very fact that...&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i'm heading right back to school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side,&lt;br /&gt;i'm game for the experience it will give me- working with em3 kids/ having to report to the VP&amp;amp;P/ communication with adults &amp;amp; work responsibility..&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i forsee a super exciting time ahead! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other first, Uni beckons!&lt;br /&gt;(and this weighs heavily on God's grace, trust!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;as oheight passes,&lt;br /&gt;i'm super greatful to my:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;family: &lt;/strong&gt;the people who take shit from me, be it my smelly attitudes when im stressed, or my crazy outbursts. supporting me thru' the gross Alevels, being extremely loving to me, the bro&amp;amp; friends, for that, im superbly thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the xxon bunch: &lt;/strong&gt;because they make my Saturdays&amp;amp; Sundays fun! a whole craaazzzzyy bunch of youths that never fail to amuse me/ make me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;for all the support offered during the Alevels,&lt;br /&gt;as well as allowing me the chance to take part in events as deco personel,&lt;br /&gt;whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286319347306805650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SVzHcDF_OZI/AAAAAAAACMs/63I8S60uQxY/s320/30th+thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, who can forget the PRAISELAND BUNCH!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;from Kid's Camp to impromptu stage stunts (December Special!) to playing/ singing out of tune to chilling in the storeroom to all the madcapped moments,&lt;br /&gt;the Praiseland girls are LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;The first ministry that i entered,&lt;br /&gt;upon looking back, the path that i have travelled is indeed amazing.&lt;br /&gt;for affording me these great moments and the opportunity to grow,&lt;br /&gt;Praiseland = Love! (incidentally also the team that i am in!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;however, to keep going on and on about church will be stinkly unfair to the BESTEST CLASS EVER EVER AND I REALLY MEAN IT (see! my nose hasnt grown any longer.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH.SEVEN.EH.OH.SIX!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286319351990701042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SVzHcUity_I/AAAAAAAACM0/U2EnijRTg8w/s320/xmas+parteeee" border="0" /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;i have never come into contact with a bunch of so artyfarty, outspoken, witty and united people.&lt;br /&gt;the class is just downright amazing,&lt;br /&gt;IT IS SO COOL THAT &lt;strong&gt;EVERY.SINGLE.BREAK.IS.SPENT.TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;which is so wowwowweeeeeeee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and so, to my bestest class ever,&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for making SA so special and so homely! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;secondly, GEN POK and all the funky J1's whom i've met through O1.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;duh gen.&lt;br /&gt;meeting Yan Yue and you has been uber fun!&lt;br /&gt;from all the random hugs and tricks,&lt;br /&gt;you guys totally make SA so fun to hang out in,&lt;br /&gt;all the way for the A's this year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( this goes out even though you girls can sometimes be so ew ew ew ewwwwwwwww! HAHAHA.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and whoohoo, to the bunch of mad monkeys, Khiu, Calvin&amp;amp; Joseph,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;thanks for being such an awesome bunch of friends, like getting glared at by a tranny and the whoohoo things that happen, you guys just make my day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and a special shoutout to Khiu (HAHAHA. make sure your ego doesnt blow man.)&lt;br /&gt;im uber grateful for all the support offered thru' the A's, all those nightstudying and yaddaa, you know what i mean! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and so! before that morphs into a sappy love post,&lt;br /&gt;here's bidding my oh eight goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;and ushering in a fantabulous oh nine! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God Bless you all!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-2704603373489820012?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2704603373489820012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=2704603373489820012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2704603373489820012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2704603373489820012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-oh-oh-ohmygoshitslikefreakingfast.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SVzHcDF_OZI/AAAAAAAACMs/63I8S60uQxY/s72-c/30th+thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-231173177436792671</id><published>2008-12-27T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:36:19.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good morning ms quek! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and that's what im gonna hear for the next, five months?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAUSE SKPSS DECIDED TO TAKE ME IN AS THEIR RELIEF TEACHER!&lt;br /&gt;:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yay! yay!&lt;br /&gt;no more having to beg/ call every single school up trying to apply,&lt;br /&gt;no more worrying how in the world i am gonna survive with ADULT FARE!&lt;br /&gt;(ohmygosh. kills my pocket.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, today was a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the night was more fantastic cause,&lt;br /&gt;no.1: got to chillpill with Khiu&amp;amp; Calvin at Timbre@ Old School which is this awesomely cool place,&lt;br /&gt;save for the crazy flight of steps that we had to take up&lt;br /&gt;(drunkards need not apply, cause they will fall and die!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;to get to Mount Sophia,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no.2: hahaha, we ordered drinks @ 845pm so we made it in time for Happy Hour =  save $$$$  = very happy us, and plus, they had this really great live band!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no.3: that's where i got the call!&lt;br /&gt;which led me to jump up and down crazily at the carpark, haha. who cares, since I GOT A JOBBBBBBBBBBBB!!!!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and,and,and, trivial stuff ahead but,&lt;br /&gt;i got to see Joon Kiat after onemillion years, so it's really nice seeing old buddies!&lt;br /&gt;and plus, getting home was so simple and fast and comfy (857 was semi-bliss)&lt;br /&gt;and so, all these trivial things add up to a fantastic night.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the only downside?&lt;br /&gt;school starts on 2nd Jan, which is very soon! :(&lt;br /&gt;why dont primary school kids have longer breaks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-231173177436792671?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/231173177436792671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=231173177436792671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/231173177436792671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/231173177436792671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-morning-ms-quek-and-thats-what-im.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-2920614887804458224</id><published>2008-12-22T01:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:02:11.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;almost techno idiot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;key word: ALMOST!&lt;br /&gt;been fiddling with the computer since ages on end, trying to set up our blogshop.&lt;br /&gt;Livejournal double-flipped and crashed out on me;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness for blogger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well okay,&lt;br /&gt;that was till the skin had to be revamped inside-upside-left-right-out.&lt;br /&gt;madness,&lt;br /&gt;i die trying to communicate to people in chinese,&lt;br /&gt;and now blogger wants me to communicate with a dead computer, in weirdo geek speak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to cut the story short, IT IS FINALLYYYY DONE! (:&lt;br /&gt;i'll post up the url soon, (but if you're really bright *ahem*, you guys should have probably figured that all out already.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Kids Camp Pictures, like four of it.&lt;br /&gt;because MANY OF THEM *AHEM*&lt;br /&gt;didnt turn up yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;so this is to remind you guys of kids camp! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282295702460182130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SU579F-2LnI/AAAAAAAACMU/PG04TbmFJfk/s320/SDC11362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282295676398618802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SU577k5SSLI/AAAAAAAACL8/YmwvGontViA/s320/SDC11360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282295690247653986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SU578YfJymI/AAAAAAAACMM/4aYQlEm_ehg/s320/SDC11361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282295687687053474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SU578O8qIKI/AAAAAAAACME/vP0leIdzGZU/s320/SDC11356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and!&lt;br /&gt;Uncle John says that Sammie is STILL constantly talking about 2 things,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. she keeps going up to her mummy, saying that "amazing is the cutest group!"&lt;br /&gt;and does her awesome puppy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Uncle John's lifestory has impacted her greatly,&lt;br /&gt;especially the part where he prayed for God to make him disappear in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Sammie constantly tries that too, everytime she sees a toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;So i rushed off after church today, to head to the Garden of Rememberance, to pay respect to my grandad who passed away six years ago (wow. very long ago. i was only 12. primary 6. wow.)&lt;br /&gt;and there i met my toddler cousin, Rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's like, our second meeting since forever, but he's majorly friendly! and cute! with super BIG EYES! and curly hair!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing is that,&lt;br /&gt;he uses his middle finger to point at stuff,&lt;br /&gt;really hilarious when he goes,&lt;br /&gt;"JieJie!", then points at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh,oh, and it's like.&lt;br /&gt;2am now, and the brother is what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282302658038059346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SU6CR9h10VI/AAAAAAAACMk/NgyypxJtOT0/s320/CIMG2836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EATING CRAB AND WATCHING YOUTUBE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-2920614887804458224?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2920614887804458224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=2920614887804458224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2920614887804458224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2920614887804458224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-techno-idiot-key-word-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SU579F-2LnI/AAAAAAAACMU/PG04TbmFJfk/s72-c/SDC11362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-7362251253421812684</id><published>2008-12-17T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:21:38.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eesh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eesh &lt;/strong&gt;to the fact that, OHMYGOSH, flea on Saturday is cancelled due to quote unquote, unforseen circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kinda disheartening cause it seems that we've hit a brick wall, even beore we've formally embarked on this journey.&lt;br /&gt;megablah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eesh &lt;/strong&gt;cause also cause' i didnt get my temp job as a relief teacher at SKPS cause quote unquote, because of the overwhelming number of applicants, we have decided to pick those who live closest to SKPS (SengKang)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;and i live in Khatib! which is like, 20mins down the road.&lt;br /&gt;very pissed cause' i dont like the fact that the dude assumes that i will be late for school.&lt;br /&gt;ew.major.bummer.blah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and ohmygosh, my brain's really very sluggish, cause i have zilch inspiration when doodling,&lt;br /&gt;and this is highly irritating! &lt;strong&gt;eeeeeeeeeeesssssshhhhhh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;blah, and the salt in the wound?&lt;br /&gt;i snidely remarked to my brother, while signing into MSN that &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"your friend's email add (&lt;a href="mailto:amazinglyamze@hotmail.com"&gt;amazinglyamze@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;) is very stupid. Only to type in freak_experiment@hotmail.com"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my,my.&lt;br /&gt;the wonders of reality checks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-7362251253421812684?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7362251253421812684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=7362251253421812684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7362251253421812684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7362251253421812684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/12/eesh.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-5916926500306832162</id><published>2008-12-15T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:40:39.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;happyjitters (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause that's the spinetingly feeling i get when i wear nicely done shoes!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;andandand, if i havent repeated myself countless times,&lt;br /&gt;khiu&amp;amp;i are gonna open a blogspot, selling shoes that we've DIY-ed!&lt;br /&gt;(: (: (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279885801365809266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SUXsKY0JqHI/AAAAAAAACKw/ql2NRMoKvhA/s320/CIMG2665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Becca the i'm-currently-in-HongKong-even-though-my-hols-are-gonna-end-soon was hilarious,&lt;br /&gt;she offered to create countless LJ accounts so that she can go tag on our LJblog with comments like,&lt;br /&gt;"very pretty/good quality/comfortable shoes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did my own pair of Archieshoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SUXsKgtqBcI/AAAAAAAACK4/nO8-lTRNibg/s1600-h/fourthirty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279885803486053826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SUXsKgtqBcI/AAAAAAAACK4/nO8-lTRNibg/s320/fourthirty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yes, and i only slept at FIVE AM (someone give me an award thanks.)&lt;br /&gt;cause i stayed up to complete 95% of my shoes (havent painted the trimings yet, NO WHITE PAINT TO BLEND. blah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realise that staying up late's pretty serene,&lt;br /&gt;it's majorly peaceful,&lt;br /&gt;and crafting's just the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279885808180227682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SUXsKyM1bmI/AAAAAAAACLA/rrBPP6NYoxg/s320/CIMG2689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; cause i love black&amp;amp;white pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, if you were wondering,&lt;br /&gt;i semi-snitched the comics from my brother's shelf.&lt;br /&gt;shhhhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-5916926500306832162?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5916926500306832162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=5916926500306832162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5916926500306832162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5916926500306832162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/12/happyjitters-cause-thats-spinetingly.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SUXsKY0JqHI/AAAAAAAACKw/ql2NRMoKvhA/s72-c/CIMG2665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-5799439625786369610</id><published>2008-12-09T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:10:29.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;pictures;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, more like only 5 pictures, (cause once again, Blogger decide to be a pain in the butt.)&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;just a couple of pictures that i really like (and we all wonder why there arent any of our faces in it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, on Nikoi Island, we get great sun.&lt;br /&gt;Like, &lt;em&gt;awesome &lt;/em&gt;sun, if I may. (haha, Dot. Awesome's like, my fav word already.)&lt;br /&gt;and awesome sun = very nice natural light = higher propensity for nicer pictures,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277644283189711970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/ST31g25k1GI/AAAAAAAABwU/psyAl0Vtxos/s320/CIMG2373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or capturing the uncle (that sounds v. funnily wrong, actually.) that i saw on the beach, hunting for corals,&lt;br /&gt;either in colour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277644251256798818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/ST31e_8LPmI/AAAAAAAABv0/8UQ6zhMd4zc/s320/CIMG2227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or black and white! (i like! though my mum always complains when my pictures are in b&amp;amp;w. why?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277644273351626274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/ST31gSP_jiI/AAAAAAAABwM/X0o2FQ2gygo/s320/CIMG2231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;went up to talk to the uncle,&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, all he knew was Bahasa Indonesian,&lt;br /&gt;and me?&lt;br /&gt;i cant even get pass Chinses to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/ST31f7nDoeI/AAAAAAAABwE/Fbl-Q1Iz4uc/s1600-h/CIMG2229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277644267274346978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/ST31f7nDoeI/AAAAAAAABwE/Fbl-Q1Iz4uc/s320/CIMG2229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and one for my parents,&lt;br /&gt;while making footprints in the sand,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277652540604173954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/ST39BgKmToI/AAAAAAAABxI/IxDzv8lKJnE/s320/CIMG2386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and even though i managed to catch the sunset only on the first day,&lt;/p&gt;(gah. December weather stinks.)&lt;br /&gt;it was really serene nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277644253328451698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/ST31fHqGKHI/AAAAAAAABv8/ggvohHA_Rt0/s320/CIMG2261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;and im so late to meet them for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;ohmygoodnessy.&lt;br /&gt;okay, byeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Gen? i'll post the print screen of the mail that Scott Ong sent SOON.&lt;br /&gt;nearly died when i read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-5799439625786369610?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5799439625786369610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=5799439625786369610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5799439625786369610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5799439625786369610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures-okay-more-like-only-5-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/ST31g25k1GI/AAAAAAAABwU/psyAl0Vtxos/s72-c/CIMG2373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-3817732241669101823</id><published>2008-12-06T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:54:58.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my awesome holiday;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am back from Nikoi Island, Bintan.&lt;br /&gt;and ohmygosh, i miss that place!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276348418570738162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/STla7nAaWfI/AAAAAAAABj8/wY2_KWPCSWs/s320/CIMG2471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the island is super,&lt;br /&gt;the staff are awesome,&lt;br /&gt;and the wind is WOOHOOO.&lt;br /&gt;(no wonder why my hair isnt dry yet- there is no wind in Singapore!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i think my &lt;em&gt;head &lt;/em&gt;misses Nikoi extremely,&lt;br /&gt;because for some reason,&lt;br /&gt;it is still rocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;not &lt;em&gt;spinning, &lt;/em&gt;but &lt;em&gt;rocking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imitating the rocking of the ferry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276348428349655090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/STla8Lb4yDI/AAAAAAAABkE/bE7CWNT78a4/s320/CIMG2198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;mygosh.&lt;br /&gt;and that sensation isnt to be cherished- at all.&lt;br /&gt;on another note,&lt;br /&gt;because my head is feeling funny,&lt;br /&gt;and my arms are sunburnt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276348430317421282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/STla8SxCguI/AAAAAAAABkM/UDIiONQLF08/s320/CIMG2221.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I HAVE TO SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;(yes, i seem to have pictures for all occasions, wow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276348436585618626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/STla8qHfnMI/AAAAAAAABkU/jlLgZkFDnZY/s320/CIMG2178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;but yeah, a lovely update on Nikoi coming along,&lt;br /&gt;and the incident where Scott Ong (SAJC tutor) mailed me,&lt;br /&gt;and i hope that it isnt a bad omen of what is to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;goodnight! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-3817732241669101823?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3817732241669101823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=3817732241669101823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3817732241669101823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3817732241669101823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-awesome-holiday-i-am-back-from-nikoi.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/STla7nAaWfI/AAAAAAAABj8/wY2_KWPCSWs/s72-c/CIMG2471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-4169588562960035098</id><published>2008-11-30T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:25:22.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274346008346147602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/STI9v_n4uxI/AAAAAAAABik/1pYN8H-rTr8/s320/Excellent!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i miss the girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anndddd, it was so cool, cause when Uncle John came to speak today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;believe it or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;the entire church screamed AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. BECCA!&lt;br /&gt;THEY SCREAMED AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;anddd, Uncle John still remembers that we are one of the top,&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, okay. cheap thrills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Mission Trip got cancelled, blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but okay, i know the leaders did so cause it's really dangerous now in Thailand,&lt;br /&gt;but woahh, the announcement was still very much unexpected,&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;now it looks that my week is free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;should i get down to redo-ing my room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i must ensure my sanity,&lt;br /&gt;cause for some WEIRD reason,&lt;br /&gt;the people are blasting SCREAMO,&lt;br /&gt;at a kid's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i know,&lt;br /&gt;what is the world coming to right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-4169588562960035098?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4169588562960035098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=4169588562960035098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/4169588562960035098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/4169588562960035098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-girls-anndddd-it-was-so-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/STI9v_n4uxI/AAAAAAAABik/1pYN8H-rTr8/s72-c/Excellent!' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-8647351672741481761</id><published>2008-11-27T16:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:34:28.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the thing about kids;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt; collection has made me miss the kids back at camp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even to a certain extent, the antics of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;veryveryvery&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mischevious&lt;/span&gt; Awesome boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273252832624029266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5bgytgrlI/AAAAAAAABgs/KOJvBg7LbwE/s320/awesome-+outdoor+games.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; in this mood of repine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;figured i should do a post on the stuff i learnt from camp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, this post comes cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i have zilch inspiration to do Joseph's card&lt;br /&gt;2. i have zilch inspiration to plan for the Xmas Party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. i cannot sleep cause Mission Meeting is happening soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 1:&lt;br /&gt;Young-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; girls, (6-7 years old) have a notion of what is childish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273253244961459858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5b4yyajpI/AAAAAAAABg0/xl5mjO1gtTg/s320/amazing-field.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is really amusing! the girls from Amazing (above) flat-down refused to do the very cute-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; Saturday Night Fever movements cause they thought that it was childish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know, i am so amused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and plus, they were all so serious when they told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Weiling&lt;/span&gt; that "it is very childish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me on to &lt;strong&gt;Lesson 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When teaching boys cheers, never ever over your dead body teach them the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shabooya&lt;/span&gt; cheer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273259159566748562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5hREaNC5I/AAAAAAAABic/i9vPSbp134A/s320/awesome-+bomb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys were actually screaming and shouting and jumping up and down cause they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; want to do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Shabooya&lt;/span&gt; cheer! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; super amused too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much so that our Awesome cheer became a super predictable one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go Awesome Go! x4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Goooo&lt;/span&gt;... Awesome!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, v. great Isaac &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; came up with, and led in this cheer, and so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; awesomely proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing i learnt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when it comes to food, we're all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Barbarians&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273253615879834562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5cOYkPy8I/AAAAAAAABhc/qQKC1HguxoU/s320/3053107592_65298c699b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;snakey&lt;/span&gt; queues testify to the insatiable hunger of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;they gallop to their queues, and even try to cut them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mostly mine though, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273253619409690482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5cOlt1H3I/AAAAAAAABhs/SuTKDOnOBhs/s320/excellent-+hannah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what can bring a &lt;em&gt;man &lt;/em&gt;down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FACE PAINT.&lt;br /&gt;the story behind it, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; want me to call them&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;boys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nope, they wanted me to call them men! or guys!&lt;br /&gt;how they adamantly refused against the title of boys was hilarious,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yeah, the only way to get those macho-wannabes down? FACE PAINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273253620953659042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5cOrd8NqI/AAAAAAAABhk/MeVy2fKl110/s320/awesome-+NL+face+paint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how Macho-Wannabe Nathan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Lau&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kayson&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.) painted his EYEBROWS green.&lt;br /&gt;and my other dear boy, painted his CHEEK green.&lt;br /&gt;(i know, what's up with the lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;aesthetic&lt;/span&gt; vision in boys eh?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yeah, another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be a great camp leader, one must be equipped not only with the ability to click with children,&lt;br /&gt;but he/she must also know how to MAKE KITES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273253626482602354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5cPAEJMXI/AAAAAAAABh0/2ier-exXKIo/s320/awesome%26+amazing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ohmygosh&lt;/span&gt;, kite making day was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;craaazzzzzy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;yeahwell&lt;/span&gt;, it's not like the children have nimble fingers to&lt;br /&gt;- tie two bamboo sticks with string together&lt;br /&gt;- glue of very fragile crepe paper together&lt;br /&gt;-attach string here, attach tape there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and so, i had to do it for them.&lt;br /&gt;and i commented to Sam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Zhang&lt;/span&gt; that i feel like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Vietnamnese&lt;/span&gt; Kite Maker!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the best part of it all?&lt;br /&gt;the boys broke their kites ten minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273253635056722738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5cPgAX4zI/AAAAAAAABh8/GKjdFdXN26Q/s320/amazing-+mat+game!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ever felt like a cow before?&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;then sign up for Kids Camp! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;sidenote&lt;/span&gt;, something tells me that my career in advertising is over.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;after playing the Mat Game, Uncle John gave us $$ to buy a bottle of Slurpee,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;ohmygosh&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;8 boys around a Slurpee cup is like Vampires around blood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boys huddled and squished outside 7-11 vying to suck some sugared ice out of the poor Slurpee cup, and indirectly, my hand.&lt;br /&gt;till, i had to carry out Operation-i-feel-like-a-cow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop drinking.&lt;br /&gt;All of you, line up.&lt;br /&gt;Now drink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a sight i tell you, bet the old men at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Potong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; were very much amused by that,&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; felt like a cow that afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273253254092274498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5b5UzXu0I/AAAAAAAABhE/q51i_i7nWIQ/s320/excellent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that amazes me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girls these days are so... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;kempt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for want of a better word,&lt;br /&gt;but hey.&lt;br /&gt;each night, you see the 6-8 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;putting hair serum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;looking for their &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;L'oreal&lt;/span&gt; Hair Conditioner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;applying Night Cream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;OHMYGOSH&lt;/span&gt;, they even better care of themselves than how the leaders do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, my bunk is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;bimbotic&lt;/span&gt; bunk, witnessed first hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; actually very much in awe of these girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273253255804361362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5b5bLkGpI/AAAAAAAABg8/e0hvxtzQUQ8/s320/excellent-+hoiyan,hannah,clarice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;another thing,&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;megaloads&lt;/span&gt; important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273253263584478674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5b54KfRdI/AAAAAAAABhU/JYI-sshAduY/s320/Fun+night-+prayerful+mcs!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;being impromptu emcees that got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;sabo&lt;/span&gt;-ed by Ally, who happened to leave for home on that night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;yeahhman&lt;/span&gt;, Chemistry is indeed important!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think we did a decent job,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;LAMMEEE&lt;/span&gt; JOKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and did you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dotty is incredibly lame! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fab Soap? Fab Soap..?&lt;br /&gt;Fab..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;ulous&lt;/span&gt; Soap?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fabulous!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273257604343000482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5f2iv97aI/AAAAAAAABiU/PR4HVVe4Vs0/s320/awesome-+fun+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the boys actually got stage fright!&lt;br /&gt;which, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not amazed,&lt;br /&gt;but amused.&lt;br /&gt;see their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;-so-macho swagger go whoosh! outta the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273253257356777698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5b5g9sGOI/AAAAAAAABhM/7QpIPu1lczE/s320/fun+night-+cuteness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;, so Fun Night went past pretty decently,&lt;br /&gt;camp turned out well,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;ladeedaaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the must-have, Camp Leaders Photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273252821026639618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5bgHgejwI/AAAAAAAABgM/WpiJWd030gY/s320/leaders+yo!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;My team actually came in THIRD! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;whooopeeee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The youngest team came in THIRD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeah, as Becca will love to gloat, she came in SECOND!&lt;br /&gt;(and i wonder why, why, why does Becca always happen to win my group?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273252826320721490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5bgbOr1lI/AAAAAAAABgU/Fax4atoQtIw/s320/music+team!.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;HMM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;on another note, my desktop wallpaper has been changed from,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273254367788035570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5c6JpIbfI/AAAAAAAABiE/QAmj2b7rn7k/s320/PRAISELAND..JPG" border="0" /&gt;to,&lt;br /&gt;this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273252835421550802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5bg9IfeNI/AAAAAAAABgk/vR6PvKNIoyw/s320/amazing!+cutest+ever..jpg" border="0" /&gt;an amazing bunch of cute-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and guess what,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Charmainey&lt;/span&gt;/ Becca/ Dot,&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; be taking the Primary Ones next year! :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;instead, i got a &lt;em&gt;super promotion &lt;/em&gt;to take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Pri&lt;/span&gt; Six kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;big leap in IQ.&lt;br /&gt;how.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-8647351672741481761?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8647351672741481761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=8647351672741481761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/8647351672741481761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/8647351672741481761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/11/thing-about-kids-aye-looking-through.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SS5bgytgrlI/AAAAAAAABgs/KOJvBg7LbwE/s72-c/awesome-+outdoor+games.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-3131629527074250155</id><published>2008-11-24T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:51:20.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and to you people;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khiu: &lt;/strong&gt;HAHA. your tag is super backdated already, YES! YES! I HAVE GOTTEN MY LIFE BACCCKKK! have fun working yo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charmaineeyy: &lt;/strong&gt;ehh you. take care of your mouth, dont go gnawing off your stiches, and stay away from Louiza! HAHA. Judith and her actually went on a tickling rampage towards me during camp! heh. and thanks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zhuang: &lt;/strong&gt;haha. cause, im err. in the arts fac? yes, you see zhuang. our minds work DIFFERENTLY. (: yeahman, we neverever have to sing the National Anthem and raise the flag. ever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;v.s: &lt;/strong&gt;hahaha. come to think of it, i wont even be free. yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huibing: &lt;/strong&gt;heyhey! ehh, no worries! nice to be serving alongside with you too, hope that the camp has been a real eye-opener, and yeah! God Bless you too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dottty: &lt;/strong&gt;HAHA. nuhh, they nearly killed, but didnt succeed in the end! HEH. yes! i'm superduper looking forward to our date with Steph, andd whoohoo! to our new co-leader next year. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beccaaa: &lt;/strong&gt;OIIIII YOU. yes! i miss the girls from Amazing and Excellent! :( and Sophia has the pics, i'll get her to send it ASAP so we can print and write notes and send to them! :( :( :( :( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;heh. and you uhh, take care at Batam okay! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;and Dan says i dont have to re-jab my typhoid shot!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOHOO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-3131629527074250155?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3131629527074250155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=3131629527074250155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3131629527074250155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3131629527074250155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-to-you-people-khiu-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-6051477743071332349</id><published>2008-11-24T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:07:38.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SSqjBWDHPAI/AAAAAAAABgE/I6VP6Cf4TG8/s1600-h/CIMG2112.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kids Camp 08'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awesome. Amazing. Excellent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye! Kids Camp is OVERRR.&lt;br /&gt;which is really scary, actually. Cause time is zooming by so quickly, but just a mini-round up, (pics with Sophia Lau Shu Fei!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids Camp all started with &lt;strong&gt;Awesome, &lt;/strong&gt;my group of 6-7 year old boys.&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;The cliched stands, &lt;em&gt;never judge a book by its cover &lt;/em&gt;they said, and indeed right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272203918099785730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SSqhh7nCqAI/AAAAAAAABf0/U2asb7Dqzh0/s320/CIMG2115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The boys were cute, but boy! Were they all turbo-charged, just like how Aunty Jennifer describes it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You take 5 mins to call two children together,&lt;br /&gt;and when you take another five mins to call the other six,&lt;br /&gt;the two run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;my predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly, there were instances where i&lt;br /&gt;a) wanted to cry/ throw myself off the building&lt;br /&gt;b) throw the kids off the building&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHAHA. kidding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, it's a BIG challenge handling a bunch of hyperactive boys;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, it was a great eyeopener- you see the spoilt brats, the intellectual ones, the mummy's boy, the driven ones, and it's an awesome experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the girls of &lt;strong&gt;Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Awesome's counterparts, the 6-7 year old girls,&lt;br /&gt;and my Sunshine-Bunny girl, Sammie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272203185281696802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SSqg3RpmBCI/AAAAAAAABfs/C5jQgS1K1-I/s320/CIMG2113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She's the cute-est, bright-est, sunshini-est, friendli-est kid i've ever met,&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, my days in camp were mostly brightened up by the girls, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, while wearing my kueh lapis ring, many kids tend to ask,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jie Jie Joanne, do you have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and stuff along this line,&lt;br /&gt;normally, i'll just shake my head and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Sammie's answer? Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jie Jie Joanne doesnt have a boyfriend because she's only Eighteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;you add that super smart remark with her lovely puppy eyes and bedazzling smile,&lt;br /&gt;duh. im smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, EVERY PRAISELAND YOUTH smitten by her!&lt;br /&gt;coolios max.&lt;br /&gt;and FYI. that dear girl is only six.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and okay, special mention goes out to Becca's group, &lt;strong&gt;Excellent &lt;/strong&gt;cause they never fail to amuse me.&lt;br /&gt;You've got the rowdy girl Hannah, the girl with the smouldering gaze and uber cool accent, Hoi Yan, you've got the girl Clarice who puts... get this. NIGHT CREAM.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, Excellent is my other fave group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272204570996967250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SSqiH713B1I/AAAAAAAABf8/ZpTY7laEhro/s320/CIMG2121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp, on the whole was pretty much okay,&lt;br /&gt;i miss the kids though! somewhat. though they threatened to drive me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;A lovely learning experience,&lt;br /&gt;i'm pumped for the next camp!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh?&lt;br /&gt;i think our Praiseland ministry rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-6051477743071332349?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6051477743071332349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=6051477743071332349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6051477743071332349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6051477743071332349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/11/kids-camp-08-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SSqhh7nCqAI/AAAAAAAABf0/U2asb7Dqzh0/s72-c/CIMG2115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-407664259837254618</id><published>2008-11-19T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:10:54.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;since the Chinese Mafia invaded my picture mailbox,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;here's a cont' from VPW! (Vic-Pris's Wedding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, for starters, we &lt;em&gt;obviously &lt;/em&gt;cannot let the guys take credit for dressing up and looking nice and yadda.&lt;br /&gt;(note to self: cannot overindulge in praises lest they have an ego-boom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270352265963279234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SSQNdl3qk4I/AAAAAAAABfc/rJvcuA0zde0/s320/VPW.girls!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;so here's a picture of some of the girls who turned up, looking spiffy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the dinner, the wedding bug got to us, and we mostly clamoured (why. glam-ly of course.) on stage, and yanked a couple of roses out,&lt;br /&gt;the flowers were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;a deep red, in full bloom, really really pretty flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LOOK WHAT WE DID TO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270346353401372738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SSQIFb3DoEI/AAAAAAAABfE/UIR2NIM6GsI/s320/VPW.roses!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. spoilers of all things Romantic i say. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in any case, *ref to post below*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all got into the mood of camwhoring, especially the guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and somehow, in the midst of capturing kooky pictures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i clicked the shutter button, and THIS. HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270346349929380258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SSQIFO7ROaI/AAAAAAAABe0/6HmGXtbKG2E/s320/VPW.crosseyed!" border="0" /&gt;hahaha, i actually like the picture, cause it's super natural. (Wait. what does that say bout' him?)&lt;br /&gt;And yeah! His eyes are a funny cross-eyed style.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,okay, so we were trying to capture each other's candid shots, this is what mine turned out like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270346137845770034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SSQH442mJzI/AAAAAAAABes/sW0Ry6j-8zU/s320/VPW.candid!" border="0" /&gt;a pity it's kinda blur, cause i think it would have turned out funny.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why everyone should take the A's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;for one, it brings out a certain ounce of creativity in oneself,&lt;br /&gt;if i may say so myself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, what better way to take your mind off Mathematics, then doodling?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270347096575254946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SSQIwsZhIaI/AAAAAAAABfU/gHWngAgSgYY/s320/khiu-my+doodled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;it's amazing really, cause you just sit there. and draw.&lt;br /&gt;for twenty mins.&lt;br /&gt;really cleanses the system. (of Maths)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270347096099492354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SSQIwqoFkgI/AAAAAAAABfM/D-27eSjDCn8/s320/khiu-+doodled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno, helps you envision your future life partner?&lt;br /&gt;aye.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it may be,&lt;br /&gt;JUST. DOODLE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe it or not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our camp theme for this year, and &lt;em&gt;believe it or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Camp's hitting our shores TMR.&lt;br /&gt;aye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superdupermegaloads excited about it!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and whoopeedo, i get to co-lead the 6-7 year old &lt;strong&gt;BOYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;1. they're boys. enough said.&lt;br /&gt;2. i have to wash the toilets with them on Sat during Operation D.U.S.T&lt;br /&gt;3. they. are. boys.&lt;br /&gt;4. and young. and squeaky.&lt;br /&gt;5. coolios max. i have to bunk in with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY ARE BOYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mygosh. i pray that no young kid decides to:&lt;br /&gt;pee halfway/ poo halfway/ do a chokeslam on each other halfway at night/ leap off the beds thinking &lt;em&gt;oh wow! i can fly! &lt;/em&gt;/ think it'll be funny to terrorize ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thing that scares me the most?&lt;br /&gt;boys are hyperactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wait, understatement.&lt;br /&gt;they are like, turbo-charged-battery-pack-at-10000%-efficiency-*bam!*-active.&lt;br /&gt;(oh look. im starting to get attuned to their lingo here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever the case, &lt;em&gt;believe it or not? &lt;/em&gt;i should be able to deal with a bunch of sweaty boys, aye.&lt;br /&gt;gonna count on my leaders and fellow co-leader to HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case,&lt;br /&gt;im pumped for this camp!&lt;br /&gt;WHOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let's eat fancy schmansy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, this is more of a &lt;strong&gt;shoutout &lt;/strong&gt;to Charmainey,&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;the picture is meant to umm.&lt;br /&gt;motivate your mouth to hurryhurry heal itself, by reminding your brain of all the solid food that you're missing out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270354700084364786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SSQPrRrWxfI/AAAAAAAABfk/v7lEwAh4Otk/s320/CIMG1253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;leaps in logic, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in any case, get well soon okay, then we can all go eat fancy schmansy-lee.&lt;br /&gt;remember our date with Steph!&lt;br /&gt;(sorry no hotel. thanks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET WELL SOON, and i hope you can still play for tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-407664259837254618?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/407664259837254618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=407664259837254618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/407664259837254618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/407664259837254618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/11/since-chinese-mafia-invaded-my-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SSQNdl3qk4I/AAAAAAAABfc/rJvcuA0zde0/s72-c/VPW.girls!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-7777272720218064962</id><published>2008-11-18T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:01:55.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;post A's. (pun unintended.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2008/11/07/postage-fail/"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-7850" title="fail-owned-coin-stamp-letter-postage-fail" style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="246" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2008/10/fail-owned-coin-stamp-letter-postage-fail.jpg" width="378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;im inspired. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-7777272720218064962?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7777272720218064962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=7777272720218064962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7777272720218064962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7777272720218064962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/11/see-more-pwn-and-owned-pictures-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-8612773172763046180</id><published>2008-11-18T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:17:50.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;behold. the Chinese Mafia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270013716861041058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SSLZjcLwOaI/AAAAAAAABeI/ckem4wlfG0U/s320/Vpw-sht" border="0" /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;interesting day out i suppose, from the freakouts, to the random doodles to the oh-yes-i-completed-my-text-in-2-hours-properly to the V. nice smelling waffles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aye.&lt;br /&gt;studying for Lit brings out the kookiness in people.&lt;br /&gt;really, Cambridge should just set an MCQ for it,&lt;br /&gt;preparing for it while the entire world is playing, stinks.&lt;br /&gt;right Rach?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hence, my ideal situation:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Does Melanie suffer from,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a) Anorexia&lt;br /&gt;b) Bulimia&lt;br /&gt;c) Stomach Ulcers&lt;br /&gt;d) A very small stomach capacity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Nica is described to be a,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a) loud motorised tractor&lt;br /&gt;b) a soldier marching to her own commands&lt;br /&gt;c) a woman marching to her own drumbeat&lt;br /&gt;d) funny bunny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(HAHA. seriously. what. the. heck to the abovementioned question.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but in anycase, i'll ace H2 Lit if stuff like that ever came out,&lt;br /&gt;it'll be coolios max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"if she were made to paint a picture of heaven..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Class blog is brimming with activity, cause behold!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've got an &lt;strong&gt;Xmas Parteeeee &lt;/strong&gt;heading our way!&lt;br /&gt;Which is gonna be megaloads fun.&lt;br /&gt;and what's this i hear?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perd has a Paragon house?&lt;br /&gt;I want to crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-8612773172763046180?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8612773172763046180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=8612773172763046180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/8612773172763046180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/8612773172763046180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/11/behold.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SSLZjcLwOaI/AAAAAAAABeI/ckem4wlfG0U/s72-c/Vpw-sht' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-780733341247754760</id><published>2008-11-16T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:01:49.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joining the ranks of the unemployed,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this transition period, from &lt;em&gt;student &lt;/em&gt;to the &lt;em&gt;unemployed&lt;/em&gt;, from the &lt;em&gt;shelters of school &lt;/em&gt;to the veryvery &lt;em&gt;scary big world&lt;/em&gt; is, well.&lt;br /&gt;scary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;talking to Khiu that day about what job to get after the A's didnt really help either.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;cause we both felt so helpless in light of the big-evil world out there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relief teaching?&lt;br /&gt;im gonna get terrorized, what with all the MISS QUEK and all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Internship somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;lunch. alone? :( V.V.V.V.V.V.SAD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;F&amp;amp;B?&lt;br /&gt;nadah banana!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but the scariest thing still, is the very fact that if i flunk my A levels,&lt;br /&gt;i see a very bright future in detergent-enhanced toilet cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;on a ligher note,&lt;br /&gt;AVENUE Q WAS PRETTY MUCH FANTASTIC!&lt;br /&gt;and explicit. and woah. and cold. and really funny.&lt;br /&gt;the event was done extremely well with a beautiful set, an extremely talented cast (Kate Monster's voice is AWESOME TO THE MAX.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was such an &lt;em&gt;atas &lt;/em&gt;day out. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;On the very same day, Vic Teo&amp;amp; Pris Quek got married! whooooo.&lt;br /&gt;their dinner was pretty nice, food was nice and everyone looked reallyreally nice!&lt;br /&gt;And plus, my welfare was very much taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;(haha. inside joke.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We took pics too! okay, more like the guys took this awesome black&amp;amp;white, Shanghai Tang-ish, Choy looks V. nice, okay EVERYONE looked V. nice picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which, i shall attempt to kope from Simon cause i-really-think-the-picture-looks-very-awesome-and-then-you-all-can-go-admire it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;and finally, today was a totally different Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;cause I actually co-led in Praiseland!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank God everything went smoothly, no sudden raps/ screaming EVERYDAY! in the kids faces (another inside joke. heh.)&lt;br /&gt;and the sound was dandy,&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;headed over to COR for a meeting with John Sim and gang, for Kids Camp!&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I'm terribly excited for Camp, and Aunty Devi was so nice as to offer a SPECIAL ROOM for me to bunk in on Thurs night, so i can just hop over the Ballas bridge for my Lit Paper the next day,&lt;br /&gt;but i'll probably turn down the offer, cause i wouldnt want to screw my bio clock up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahh yes. meeting.&lt;br /&gt;i messed up on the worship song, yikes!&lt;br /&gt;it was such an impromptu thing, and i was struggling to figure out the chords on.the.spot.&lt;br /&gt;so it kinda turned out funny in the first verse,&lt;br /&gt;yikes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;as much as im excited for camp, i reallyreally hope that everything goes smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;The COR helpers, are..&lt;br /&gt;a weird age group, to put it bluntly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;which alien bozo sucked up all the youths?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, we're working either with the very adultish,&lt;br /&gt;or the very youngish. (Sec One kids)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aye. but either way, OH.MY.GOSH. KIDS.CAMP.&lt;br /&gt;then we can all do the V. funny Fei Yu Qing action for our V. catchy theme song!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whoohoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ONE MORE PAPER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and oh! last but not least?&lt;br /&gt;Charmainey, take care tmr ok!&lt;br /&gt;i wish you a pain-less extraction, GO AND EAT B&amp;amp;J'S. very very good reason too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and please. your IQ's like, 100001.&lt;br /&gt;so extracting your tooth wont make you a goon in any way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEH.&lt;br /&gt;take care and see you on THURSDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-780733341247754760?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/780733341247754760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=780733341247754760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/780733341247754760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/780733341247754760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/11/joining-ranks-of-unemployed-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-1800528563414828553</id><published>2008-11-14T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:37:20.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;snippets of my brain;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cause staring at A, B, C and D isnt really helping much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. to all the sados, you guys can actually go Google, or Yahoo! for the H2 Maths Answers.&lt;br /&gt;serious.&lt;br /&gt;as for myself, i couldnt actually have a perfect cross reference (blessing?) cause i lost my question paper.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, it's so. blah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. i saw a tailess lizard this morning!&lt;br /&gt;OH.MY.GOSH. freak out.&lt;br /&gt;and to think that i went to the kitchen to adjust the washing machine, cause it was stuck.&lt;br /&gt;and in the process of it's, &lt;em&gt;stucki-ness, &lt;/em&gt;i had the whole Whose Line is it Anyway beat thing going on in my head, (Wayne Brady!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND THEN, when i saw the lizard?&lt;br /&gt;i was actually going, "shitty shit shit",&lt;br /&gt;in time.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. i spent another three hours watching WLIA. again. last night.&lt;br /&gt;great fun really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. and finally, to quote Chen on mcq tatics, "when in doubt, choose C."&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;a couple of hours more till semi-liberation, and then it'll be a nice dinner, and Ave Q tmr! (:&lt;br /&gt;whoohoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-1800528563414828553?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1800528563414828553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=1800528563414828553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1800528563414828553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1800528563414828553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/11/snippets-of-my-brain-cause-staring-at-b.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-5040017413746046035</id><published>2008-11-13T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:57:39.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PAPERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:) WHOOHOO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268000658928170866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SRuysC_v93I/AAAAAAAABeA/3fBgS6mEa7o/s320/WLIA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, Whose Line is it Anyway is the bestest thing that anyone can watch when really bored/ in need of a great dose of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four hours watching it, need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-5040017413746046035?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5040017413746046035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=5040017413746046035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5040017413746046035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5040017413746046035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/11/two.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SRuysC_v93I/AAAAAAAABeA/3fBgS6mEa7o/s72-c/WLIA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-2079039513054145014</id><published>2008-11-09T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:55:42.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FINE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i'm waiting for my &lt;em&gt;bao &lt;/em&gt;to heat up, (thinking makes one hungry you know!)&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alevels have been seriously MESSING UP MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;to quote myself, "I am wasting my youth away!"&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;but really, im mugging about &lt;em&gt;monopolistic competition &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;periodicity, vectors &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;sometimes, i'm just awed by the adaptability of my brain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one day, i should just simultaneously learn Hindi and Caligraphy.&lt;br /&gt;i bet my brain could work wonders there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;if you havent seen my desperate cry there &lt;------ YES. I NEED PRAYER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but really, it's madly madness and i sometimes hope that i were taller/ bigger built etc.&lt;br /&gt;so then my brain might be bigger.&lt;br /&gt;ahh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but in any case, AS LONG AS I SURVIVE THIS WEEK,&lt;br /&gt;i can go chill at,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266653572661082530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SRbphTmBeaI/AAAAAAAABd4/T3nLvH2k3Qk/s400/AvenueQTitle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I lovelove Christmas Eve, "&lt;em&gt;it suck to be me!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;fine, so you &lt;em&gt;un-&lt;/em&gt;Avenue Q people might just think i'm kuku.&lt;br /&gt;(though Ryan, (or in the words of Christmas Eve, Lyan!) you should so pre-listen,&lt;br /&gt;1. you can SING along&lt;br /&gt;2. you can ANTICIPATE to SING along&lt;br /&gt;3. you could hum along if you think SINGING is too offensive, esp. swear words. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, Ryan?&lt;br /&gt;no tooting of the horn there on Sunday thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND REALLY. GO PRELISTEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. okay, super excited. must.guard.ticket.with.life.&lt;br /&gt;that's provided i dont lose it to the Alevels, ohwell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-2079039513054145014?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2079039513054145014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=2079039513054145014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2079039513054145014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2079039513054145014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/11/fine.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SRbphTmBeaI/AAAAAAAABd4/T3nLvH2k3Qk/s72-c/AvenueQTitle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-2912857169169851013</id><published>2008-11-01T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:55:31.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remind me never to fall ill in my household, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the first lesson, the other?&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have got to be more aware with the usage of Chinese in this house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, yeah. I'm having this teensyweeny flu/ cough thing going on, and so, my parents decided to feed me this &lt;em&gt;gu chao &lt;/em&gt;thing.&lt;br /&gt;It's 5 very innocent looking green leaves soaked in hot water,&lt;br /&gt;my dad says that after drinking it twice, i'm gonna be okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which is great, really.&lt;br /&gt;Save for the fact that i was totally oblivious to their shushed mutterings in &lt;em&gt;Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese? my dad?&lt;br /&gt;it's like, me and lizards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But okay, i should defnitely pay more heed to my surroundings, cause silly me gulped the &lt;em&gt;gu chao &lt;/em&gt;concoction down, and even in my blocked-nose state,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OHMYGOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;IT IS SO EXTREMELY BITTER!&lt;br /&gt;WORSE THEN BITTERGOURDS.&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE EWEWEWEWEWEW. BITTTER. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-2912857169169851013?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2912857169169851013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=2912857169169851013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2912857169169851013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2912857169169851013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/11/remind-me-never-to-fall-ill-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-8734637476078264253</id><published>2008-10-29T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:50:21.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;wednesday going on thursday going on to A's going on to NINE MONTHS HOLS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262602062243777410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SQiEsXJHS4I/AAAAAAAABdw/wVyQyGxctzQ/s400/when+the+As+get+to+us..JPG" border="0" /&gt;figured, what better way to wash down an orange an 2 cookies, but with a nice little post, with a nice picture?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;not that im very much &lt;em&gt;inclined &lt;/em&gt;to jump off the building or something, but i guess it very much reflects what every student is going through now.&lt;br /&gt;A BIG SHOUT OUT TO THE A LEVEL KIDS;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HELLO. PLEASE DONT KILL YOURSELF CAN.&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE A &lt;strong&gt;NINE MONTH HOLIDAY &lt;/strong&gt;TO LOOK FORWARD TO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;adding to that frivolous thought, i am gonna paint my room YELLOW.&lt;br /&gt;(even though i think it'll clash with the general, &lt;em&gt;beige-ness &lt;/em&gt;of my house. ew. borrrrring.)&lt;br /&gt;yeah, YELLOW with funky details around the soon-to-be-put-up photoframes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OHKAY. must go to sleep, cure my icky flu, and mug like never before.&lt;br /&gt;so, rightey. rightey.&lt;br /&gt;till liberation!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S Gen, you are still very much a PICKEN at heart, whether you like it or not, you're still a PICKEN.&lt;br /&gt;go and sleep, and all the best for your CHINESE a's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chinese. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-8734637476078264253?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8734637476078264253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=8734637476078264253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/8734637476078264253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/8734637476078264253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/10/wednesday-going-on-thursday-going-on-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SQiEsXJHS4I/AAAAAAAABdw/wVyQyGxctzQ/s72-c/when+the+As+get+to+us..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-3186302492729623901</id><published>2008-10-25T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:45:06.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay fine. Saturday = rest day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righto. since RyanLeeEwEw thinks i have no life at home, (yes. like reading fanfic= alot of life.)&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;But ANYHOW.&lt;br /&gt;just an inseeyteenyweeny quiz taken from his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;first. i've gotta list down 20 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1.Gen the Chicken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2.Charmainey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. RyanLee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. Yinghui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Pris Goh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. Beccaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. Dot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8. Anand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9. Khiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10. Dr Suess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;11. Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;12. RachWong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;13. JoChen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;14. Calvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;15. Joseph (epitome of ewness.HAHA.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;16. umm. my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;17. Johnny Depp! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;18. Huiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;19. Pris Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;20. ShengKai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHA.okay. weird list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How did you meet 14? (Calvin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. good question. he's my council mate, and somehow. randomly, we clicked.&lt;br /&gt;and it's really funny cause i only talked to him in the 3/4 of this year, and now we're all like buddieessss. HAHAHA. crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.What would you do if you never met 1? (Gen the Chicken)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i will have no one to throw verbal insults (eg. YOU AND YOUR CHICKEN FLOCK GEN!) in school.&lt;br /&gt;-i will have no one throw the same insults back, (YOU ARE SUCH A DUCK)&lt;br /&gt;-and my o1 will be ohsosad, cause i still remember how crazy we were giggling during the Kingdom Time. SEE UH GEN. TALK SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.What if 9 and 20 date each other? (Khiu and Shengkai!??)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Call me.&lt;br /&gt;i will throw pompoms in the air and book Swisshotel for you two to wed.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Will 6 and 17 date? (Becca and Johnny Depp)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take over Becca thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Describe 3. (RyanLee)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOHHH.&lt;br /&gt;okay, he's 2 years my junior, but very mature for his age.&lt;br /&gt;Feed Ryan sugar/ soya sauce, he'll smile.&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt game,&lt;br /&gt;has shaky hands,&lt;br /&gt;likes checkered shirts,&lt;br /&gt;and his birthday is on 24th Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha. see Ryan. your bday is not lost on me yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.Is 8 attractive? (Anand)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. for starters, i promise that the names are utterly random.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah! Anand has really nice eyes, and nice Mohinder Suresh hair! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.Describe 7. (Dot)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a reallyreaaaaaly nice girl! :)&lt;br /&gt;working with her in Praiseland and last year's NohBo trip was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.Do you know any of 12's family member? (RachWong)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really, but i've seen pictures of her super cute niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if 18 confesses to you he or she likes you? (Huiling)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL CALL PRAK. PRONTO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she can go harrass him instead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.What Language does 15 speaks? (Jos-ew-soph)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, English.&lt;br /&gt;and the little bit of nyeh-nyeh-nyeh's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.Who's going out with 9? (Khiu)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. her scrawny guy/ Peter/ the wheezing dude at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;CHOOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.How old is 16? (me bro.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sixteen indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.When did you last speak to 13? (Chen)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a frivolous question.&lt;br /&gt;And i spoke to Chen on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.Who is 2's favourite singer? (Charmainey)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast of HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eww.eww.zac.ewww.efron.ewww.ewww.ewww.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. want to date her?ask her to go to HSM3 with you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.Would you ever date with 4? (YingHui)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;when all the men die, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nope, not really.&lt;br /&gt;cause she must find her own Mr Darcy and fuifill all her dreams of becoming a hip mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.Will you ever date with 1? (Gen the Chicken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pass me the barfbag, someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.Is 19 single? (Pris Sam)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,yes. very much so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.What's 10's last name? (Dr Seuss)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH. I DONT KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;Seuss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.School of 3? (RyanLee)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Andrew's Secondary School,&lt;br /&gt;which Prak suggests to rename Potong Pasir Secondary.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;thought. thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.Where does 6 live? (Becca)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YishunYishun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. What is your favourite thing of 5? (PrisGoh)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dont ask me, ask &lt;em&gt;HIM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okay fine.&lt;br /&gt;i like her outgoing-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.Have you seen 11 naked? (Simon).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT.THE.HECK.&lt;br /&gt;no not really, dont intend too, actually!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay coolios. that was so frivolous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-3186302492729623901?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3186302492729623901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=3186302492729623901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3186302492729623901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3186302492729623901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-6542947750204660767</id><published>2008-10-23T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:23:03.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coolios.&lt;br /&gt;My OG members did relatively well, smart asses all of them, and so. ladeeda.&lt;br /&gt;All those that i've talked too are PROMOTED.&lt;br /&gt;which is reallyreally great news, and Becca, CONGRATS ON YOUR PROMOTION TO J2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since everything's fine and dandy on &lt;em&gt;their &lt;/em&gt;side, it's my turn.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;I pray&amp;amp;hope&amp;amp;pray that i'm gonna get a set of results that will take me where i'm meant to be, and ohherrrr.&lt;br /&gt;it's just one more week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet bliss. Cant wait for this A levels to end, Kids Camp! and Mission Trip! beckons.&lt;br /&gt;ladeeeedaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. okay, for real.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go on a blogging hiatus,&lt;br /&gt;and yes Yinghuister. I will bring the mag for you, yes Anand. People are weird, that's why the world's such an interesting place, and Pris Goh. WAKE UP! press on for the A's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-6542947750204660767?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6542947750204660767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=6542947750204660767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6542947750204660767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6542947750204660767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/10/coolios.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-7038853905612330173</id><published>2008-10-22T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:05:12.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my legacy = frivolous = alot of = (equal) signs = my brain is malfunctioning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;i wake up every morning, with Zombiefied eyes.&lt;br /&gt;veryvery not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or like how Gen/I will put it, VVNC.&lt;br /&gt;haha. okay, inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Gen, THANK GOODNESS your chicken flock is wayyy quieter now. :)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;have fun with PW yo, and AHAHA. A LEVELS NEXT YEAR. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259960872017000066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="260" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SP8ii20G9oI/AAAAAAAABdo/u3DJsB9XbNg/s400/yay+nice!.JPG" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeahh, today's one of the earliest that i've been home, 8PM = BLISS.&lt;br /&gt;Because, my tutor (who didnt sound really sick. but more like a pissed off fishmonger) called to say, well, he's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259960556412006690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SP8iQfGA8SI/AAAAAAAABdg/GIn_757r7lk/s400/this+is+uber+pretty..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, joy overflowing, totally killed the mood to mug.&lt;br /&gt;But ohwells,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259960246261520514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SP8h-bsYGII/AAAAAAAABdY/TYhV6z2k1lE/s400/in+love.bmp" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Lit essay to contend with, and erlack.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it doesnt take eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE AND A HALF MORE WEEKS TO D-DAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;about FIVE MORE WEEKS TO 9MONTHS HOLIDAY! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to quotequote Marjorie, "can just get pregnant uh."&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;goon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this rounds up my frivolous post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHOHOH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ho Chuan is like, semi-famous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause he appeared in the weird Navy Mag that supposedly all the Alevel kids are getting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ooh, cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He appeared cause he's on some Navy Scholarship, and that= Cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aye. and my sentence construction = cannot makt it now = quite a doomed essay = OHNO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till whenever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-7038853905612330173?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7038853905612330173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=7038853905612330173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7038853905612330173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7038853905612330173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/10/gahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SP8ii20G9oI/AAAAAAAABdo/u3DJsB9XbNg/s72-c/yay+nice!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-4099029820404598918</id><published>2008-10-12T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:40:08.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Children's Day Outing@ Botanical Gardens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH. i had a really great Sunday out with the kids, they totally made my day cause they were all &lt;strong&gt;SO CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;SO HAPPY &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;SO FUNNY &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;SO KID-LIKED. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Plus plus, the sun was great, and the shots turned out awesome.&lt;br /&gt;so yes!&lt;br /&gt;(Khiu, Yings. Bounce along in your seats! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH. but being the master of suspense (HAHA), a small pre-post.&lt;br /&gt;My mum bought this packet of Scripture Mints, and so.. being the dodo that i was, i decided to pick one randomly and see what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear God, please give me a Scripture that will speak to me. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256219100534458178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHXbFz6x0I/AAAAAAAABdA/yxCE4-lX2co/s400/scripturemints.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; And it says, "God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble." Psalm 46:1&lt;br /&gt;Which is totally apt, cause im struggling through this Alevels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:) Praise God!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;And here goes, pictures from today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My travel buddy was this K1 girl- &lt;strong&gt;Guo Ling&lt;/strong&gt;, who is immensely bright and has reallyreally pretty eyes! (okay, my photos dont really do her eyes justice, but she has crazily long eyelashes)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256217948956404002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHWYD2UKSI/AAAAAAAABcQ/kz4OBEcs0vs/s400/pretty+guoling!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Plus! She's really friendly!&lt;br /&gt;Didnt know her before hand, but heh. i just sat with her, and we ended up chatting throughout the entire trip, gosh. Kids are so crazily cute and friendly! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256217952530349058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHWYRKaPAI/AAAAAAAABcg/c7uR6tFa0g4/s400/PRETTY..JPG" border="0" /&gt;Upon reaching Botanical Gardens- the Jacob Ballas Garden section, everyone was gathered and settled.&lt;br /&gt;Really great time to snap pictures, and i got up really close to this SUPER BLUR&amp;amp;CUTE Issac!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hahaha. &lt;strong&gt;Issac's&lt;/strong&gt; uberly cute, during Morning Worship today, he was just, veryvery blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256215907378799106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHUhOYSIgI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Q-prcB5dXUM/s400/ISSAC..JPG" border="0" /&gt;And plus, he was so fasinated with the light from the projector that he just stared at it. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, after assembling and all, we split up, PraiseKids (Primary) to this grassy area,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256213789520110114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHSl8vbIiI/AAAAAAAABZ4/wO24TAh3jfU/s400/amamnda+shades..JPG" border="0" /&gt;where kuku &lt;strong&gt;Amanda&lt;/strong&gt; was being all kuku-fied. hahaha,&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, when i snapped this, i was like "ohmygosh! really great sun and scenery here!"&lt;br /&gt;and yeahh, marked a really great start to the day! happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played games, and it was really fun seeing all of them decked out in red, running here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Playing scissors, paper, stone!- loser had to give up sweets was really funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i lost my entire fortune to the kids. :/&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256217959936968034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHWYswSRWI/AAAAAAAABco/Pns_Zro_MN4/s400/scissors+paper+stone.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHXcGQoMZI/AAAAAAAABdQ/B1wf72ff4_I/s1600-h/nathan,+jump..JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we played Hunter!Fire!Earthquake! too, which really is a super &lt;strong&gt;old school &lt;/strong&gt;game that i played back in primary school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256215906563106274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHUhLVzpeI/AAAAAAAABbI/MiZcWA88nGI/s400/huntret.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; it was really funny cause i was the FAT SQUIRREL who had incredibly tiny branches for trees.&lt;br /&gt;Really. Flanking me were &lt;strong&gt;Kezia&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Eliana&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256216815587749490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHVWFuK7nI/AAAAAAAABbo/B5lQHYBtYjE/s400/mybranch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those girls are really small sized okay. so yeah, i was a fat squirrel in a small house.&lt;br /&gt;to think that &lt;strong&gt;Simon&lt;/strong&gt; actually said, "ehh! i have a new rule, that the tree can REJECT the squirrel!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and my other trees, &lt;strong&gt;Ben&lt;/strong&gt; and (oh. some other kid, cant remember who.) actually tried to run away from me. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256216816226910498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHVWIGjwSI/AAAAAAAABbw/u6vvy5K6Ao4/s400/myotherbranch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; okay, &lt;strong&gt;Becca&lt;/strong&gt;, UNGLAM.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what you girls are doing, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256215902892364050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHUg9qokRI/AAAAAAAABbA/iIqA2wmEReo/s400/her+stretcgh..JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh yeah, and the sun came out. I liked the sun, cause it was nice and warm, but AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charmainey&lt;/strong&gt; hated it.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. have you seen her hands? she has sunburn on her hands cause she went biking! and this reallyreally weird tan on her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256213781892865490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHSlgU8ndI/AAAAAAAABZw/l3j6CT3G1FE/s400/ACT+DEMURE.+HAHA..JPG" border="0" /&gt;yes, and that's her ACTING DEMURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256214874323671634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHTlF8v2lI/AAAAAAAABaY/xmjs7hYE4wE/s400/clrissa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarissa&lt;/strong&gt; and (ohshucks. what's her name. what's her name!), during Uncle Ben's briefing,&lt;br /&gt;and the crazy kukus, &lt;strong&gt;Becca and Valentin&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256214870654108402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHTk4R2wvI/AAAAAAAABaQ/_HxXk8z4mqc/s400/becca,valentin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So yeah, at the grass patch it was just games, and fourty five mins later, it was time to leave the place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Natasha&lt;/strong&gt; were walking back in a really cute manner, arms over each other's shoulders, and that made for a really great shot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256219104529108738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHXbUsUTwI/AAAAAAAABdI/54vw-FaH9Ak/s400/walk!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;back at the tent, the kids had McChicken burgers to eat, yummmmm.&lt;br /&gt;you could see all of them having this mad goofy grin on their faces,&lt;br /&gt;gosh. the power of Macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256217952317455138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHWYQXpuyI/AAAAAAAABcY/MKP4XogW4nE/s400/pretty+shot+of+kezia..JPG" border="0" /&gt;and okay! i saw the uberly cute PraiseOnes (kindergarten kids), and i went to bunk with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHUhiNaQrI/AAAAAAAABbY/0g1dWGzEIRk/s1600-h/jansport!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256215912701903538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHUhiNaQrI/AAAAAAAABbY/0g1dWGzEIRk/s400/jansport!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (ooh.ooh. Jansports!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glenn &lt;/strong&gt;is one of the cutest and blurest kids ever.&lt;br /&gt;And plus, he's so friendly, and it's really funny when you do the high five! and baby high five! with him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His brother, &lt;strong&gt;KerChin&lt;/strong&gt; (kerching!) is another amazing guy, taught him for two years and yeah, he's super nice too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256215896021229378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHUgkEbX0I/AAAAAAAABa4/hEWz3d4oIS0/s400/glenn!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, this picture was so cute cause they were so incredibly shy.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "&lt;strong&gt;Glenn&lt;/strong&gt;, go closer to &lt;strong&gt;Erica&lt;/strong&gt;" and he shifted by like, one atom space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256214881608833970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHTlhFqm7I/AAAAAAAABao/-QJsRUhVIKw/s400/erica+glenn.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ohhh,ohh! and on my trip there, i was also chatting with &lt;strong&gt;Shawn&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Glenn&lt;/strong&gt; and it was hilarious cause &lt;strong&gt;Glenn&lt;/strong&gt; was like, "I have three girlfriends!" and &lt;strong&gt;Shawn&lt;/strong&gt; countered, "I have five girlfriends!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glenn&lt;/strong&gt; then replied, "Your sister is also your girlfriend right!"&lt;br /&gt;To which &lt;strong&gt;Shawn&lt;/strong&gt; had this to say, "Haha! &lt;strong&gt;Glenn&lt;/strong&gt; doesnt know anything about girlfriends!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which is really funny, having a Primary One kid (Shawn) lecture a  K1 (Glenn) kid on girlfriends and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256216813264100146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHVV9EK2zI/AAAAAAAABbg/Hw1fTwGaGoo/s400/jojo!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;anyway! &lt;strong&gt;JOJO&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, &lt;strong&gt;Joseph Liu,&lt;/strong&gt; who's really chittychatty and really cute!&lt;br /&gt;He refused to be called Joseph, so i was like, Jo? Joey? Jojo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so yeah, &lt;strong&gt;Jojo&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256213790723892594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHSmBObZXI/AAAAAAAABaA/ccvTN9FRsUY/s400/aww..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. and yes, if i were &lt;strong&gt;Jojo&lt;/strong&gt;, I'll definitely hug &lt;strong&gt;Beatrice&lt;/strong&gt; till that extent.&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's uberduper CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256217944737402610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHWX0IbTvI/AAAAAAAABcI/Ccl4fM_74WA/s400/PRAISELAND..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poster kids for Praiseland! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to sign up? Call me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, &lt;strong&gt;Beatrice&lt;/strong&gt;, and pretty-eyed &lt;strong&gt;GuoLing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I told you &lt;strong&gt;Beatrice&lt;/strong&gt; was cute! She has super chubby and red cheeks, and to quote her, "natural lipstick".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256213803206255602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHSmvudI_I/AAAAAAAABaI/cNGq5jlV13U/s400/beat+so+cute.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Amazing little kids! :)}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes! So the kids were all spectaculer, and i told &lt;strong&gt;Aunty Linda&lt;/strong&gt; just now that the cute kids in Praiseones were tempting me to jumpship. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256216820788558178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHVWZGI-WI/AAAAAAAABcA/49wHf8xCuTw/s400/niceness+II.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Back at church, we HAD to do our jumpshot, which took eons. cause some people *cough* &lt;strong&gt;becca &lt;/strong&gt;*cough* like, cannot jump properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was, "1,2,3.. Jump!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Becca was like, is it "1,2,3.. Jump!" or "1,2,3.. then get ready to Jump?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256216820597722274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHVWYYpDKI/AAAAAAAABb4/P8qjM6f-9Es/s400/nathan,+jump..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my favouritest shot cause &lt;strong&gt;Nathan's &lt;/strong&gt;expression is just classic. (though our jump's pretty crappy. heh.)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, random shot of &lt;strong&gt;Jono&lt;/strong&gt; being spaz. And &lt;strong&gt;Yinghui's&lt;/strong&gt; "occasional Sunshine", &lt;strong&gt;RyanLee&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256219093603770066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHXar_g3tI/AAAAAAAABcw/ZT_5dxR3BVw/s400/STALKER+JONO..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY EVERYONE SHOULD SIGN UP PART II.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what, &lt;strong&gt;Simon&lt;/strong&gt; found his lovergirl today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256219098528866690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHXa-Vv4YI/AAAAAAAABc4/ZanYKDd1IDs/s400/simon+and+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;NOT ME YOU DODOS!&lt;br /&gt;But this other girl, (okay wait. Simon has 5 girls actually, but he just added another lovergirl today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While snapping the little tots, i saw &lt;strong&gt;Erica &lt;/strong&gt;and she was so super friendly and nice!&lt;br /&gt;I went up to her and asked, "can i take you picture?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256214882884501970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHTll1zwdI/AAAAAAAABag/ZVrI1ANJYyQ/s400/erica+candid..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And she so happily just smiled and posed for me!, eventhough the first one didnt turn out fantastic, and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE HER SMILE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256214886353276386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHTlyw1DeI/AAAAAAAABaw/RK_NVpVNgao/s400/ERICAAA..JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hahaha. So yes, that's why you should sign up.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh. okay, today was so amazing, and now, i need to return to the books!&lt;br /&gt;goodnightsfellowdodos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-4099029820404598918?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4099029820404598918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=4099029820404598918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/4099029820404598918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/4099029820404598918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/10/childrens-day-outing-botanical-gardens.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPHXbFz6x0I/AAAAAAAABdA/yxCE4-lX2co/s72-c/scripturemints.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-1398231557918281820</id><published>2008-10-11T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:40:04.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sat's are taboo mugging days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging on Saturday's are reallyreallyreally tough, and my stupid Complex Numbers are so&lt;br /&gt;*%*^$!!! complicated.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHWELL. since im so ew-ed out now, i shall post pretty pictures,&lt;br /&gt;from all over the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Sof HAPPILY GRINING away cause she's at Udder's voting for the, guess what? Alcoholic icecreams.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, though i must say their liqueur icecreams are to-die-for! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255770325407214114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPA_Q8LvqiI/AAAAAAAABYI/f9w-jMwmgEI/s400/CIMG1452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;and that was the other day over at the Children's Day Service, AND PRETTY BUBBLES.&lt;br /&gt;we totally stole the bubble blowers meant for the kids and it was really fun, going around and blowing bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255770321217019554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="256" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPA_QskuXqI/AAAAAAAABYA/WnZGNsnJTWM/s400/CIMG1445.JPG" width="353" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of my childhood, and my obsession with blowing bubbles. (:&lt;br /&gt;Plus! you could so duel with the other bubble blowers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ie. see who can blow the biggest, or who can cause the other party to sustain more bubble-blows to the face.&lt;br /&gt;(pun intended. that is, if you get the pun la.)&lt;br /&gt;(gosh. i am such a condescending Lit kid. talk about Cleopatra finding her humanity, in humility. i am so not human enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks. to digress, i realise im going wayyy off tangent here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA. anyway! this was taken during Staff Retreat, and we were at Est's and Valentin's super fun game. i was the wifey, Becca the husbandy, and we were goggled, led far apart from each other, and we had to find each other using voices/ blah.&lt;/p&gt;and then, she had to propose to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255772472728319506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="278" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPBBN7k_dhI/AAAAAAAABZQ/NIeiC_0LsLI/s400/LOL.+i+look+so+happy..bmp" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. i was so extremely estatic when i managed to find her (we were on this Amazing Race thingy you see, not that i want to marry Becca! :))&lt;/p&gt;and i was all "Yes! Yess!!" HAHA. makes me wonder what will happen if someone ever proposes to me.&lt;br /&gt;anyway! we did JUMPSHOTS. hahaha, they were kinda failures though, but but, this one turned out nice, and i aptly titled the photo "Wahh. with the damn cool aunties".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CAUSE THEY ARE DOING THE JUMPSHOT WITH US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255771666385149810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="290" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPBAe_tzH3I/AAAAAAAABY4/HPOxD3rua0Y/s400/with+the+damn+cool+aunties.bmp" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;heh. try to spot who's the oldie and the youngie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Farewell Assembly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255770327310292834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="270" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPA_RDReV2I/AAAAAAAABYQ/-SnG0UjwaN0/s400/CIMG1488.JPG" width="367" border="0" /&gt;Well, we had.. food. yes, alot of food to eat,&lt;br /&gt;and we had this special programme where MR TOH SANG.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, and actually, he CAN sing. hmm. coolios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255771172351714210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="274" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPBACPTDI6I/AAAAAAAABYg/0_RLJCADNjU/s400/CIMG1493.JPG" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah, the school laid out a buffet/ refreshment spread for the J2s, so we were all congregated in the hall, spent most of our time snapping away though, very retarded shots actually. &lt;/p&gt;haha, and OH. JAMIE AND CHEN GOT FLASHED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255771170700802658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPBACJJcOmI/AAAAAAAABYY/9jXdYHYg-mM/s400/CIMG1516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;as in, flashed while taking pictures you dodo! what were you thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SofeeeeBegum flashed at them (HAHAHA. sorry, my speech is garbled now.) and i snapped while her shutter went off, hence the whole, flashed effect.&lt;br /&gt;Like they're under this massive spotlight. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255772473098087266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPBBN89Jq2I/AAAAAAAABZI/cFcrW_ar_t4/s400/CIMG1583.JPG" width="370" border="0" /&gt;yes, my class = loves.&lt;/p&gt;we proceeded outside to catch the good light and take shots, JUMPSHOTS= 07A06's loves.&lt;br /&gt;a pity i my cam didnt catch the lovelier shots, (mine are quite crap, actually.)&lt;br /&gt;but yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255771173515535890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPBACTohphI/AAAAAAAABYo/Kycrt7rRgug/s400/CIMG1565.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Julian looks like the jealous "other" in this picture, jealous of what? EM AND PERD?? hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;(in my opinion, he looks jealous that em's so close to perd. HEH.)&lt;br /&gt;and okay, my two favourite shots of the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chiang&amp;amp; John's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255771652220064626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPBAeK8lE3I/AAAAAAAABYw/nwu86mRGnYE/s400/CIMG1570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i like it cause it was completely un-posed and candid, a pity my editing functions are screwy (cause i would have dearly loved to brighten the settings and heighten contrast, butohwell.)&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, i really like this shot! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SQUEEZE ME! COMING THROUGH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255778382496984562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPBGl7Lo7fI/AAAAAAAABZo/9GoM5kSgbKg/s400/CIMG1586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this photo reflects the struggle of every JC kid to squeeze through that narrow door of Junior College into University.&lt;br /&gt;The use of the black and white tone places a greater emphasis on the hardship that students have to face, furthermore, it also serves to highlight the gloom of this period. (SOF. DONT SMILE. okay wait. ALL OF US. DONT SMILE. ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;the umm, smiles on the faces of the subjects reflects their "grin and bear it" attitude, and this heightens the sense of their determination to move on to the next stage in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;on a final note, kudos to those who can guess where/ what this is.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the Sepia tone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255772955707563906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPBBqC0N34I/AAAAAAAABZg/Ktb5OmEZyxM/s400/CIMG1594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ooh. tricky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-1398231557918281820?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1398231557918281820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=1398231557918281820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1398231557918281820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1398231557918281820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/10/sats-are-taboo-mugging-days.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SPA_Q8LvqiI/AAAAAAAABYI/f9w-jMwmgEI/s72-c/CIMG1452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-4468485807611532626</id><published>2008-10-08T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:45:04.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;And to the Pris-who-will-cry,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;HAHAHA. here's your PICTURE! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOzU-lBcPMI/AAAAAAAABWA/yZPYG6a_ANw/s1600-h/CIMG1353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254809036789660866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOzU-lBcPMI/AAAAAAAABWA/yZPYG6a_ANw/s400/CIMG1353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and i must add, i love the yellow umbrellas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;yay to Pris for being a jolly good friend too! heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;on another note, im spazzing out looking at my timetable. URRRRGH. *die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-4468485807611532626?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4468485807611532626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=4468485807611532626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/4468485807611532626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/4468485807611532626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-to-pris-who-will-cry-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOzU-lBcPMI/AAAAAAAABWA/yZPYG6a_ANw/s72-c/CIMG1353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-1404324405093392589</id><published>2008-10-08T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:39:13.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm GRADUATING tmr,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yes yes! the stark reality just whacked me in the head right now, i'm going mildly emo-ey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(and so im gonna dedicate a little time to blog about my WONDERFUL school. HAHAHA.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aye, my time is SA has been incredible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;by God's grace, i made it into this &lt;strong&gt;WONDERFUL CLASS OF 07A06, &lt;/strong&gt;unity in the class which i've never really had the chance to experience-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254751787416081234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyg6OfI01I/AAAAAAAABT4/awVG5kJ61SM/s320/before%2520pe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;despite the differences, somewhat-MCPs vs. uber Feminist, muggers vs non-muggers, KI kids vs GP space cadets (hahahaha. kidddding lah. Sof, i love you as my GP rep. you're like, Commander Space Cadet! :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254751784100540290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyg6CIpr4I/AAAAAAAABUI/vGfIHuLbFWk/s320/sandid%2520game%25202-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that was while playing Sardines during PE class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think it's really amazing how we spent EVERY.SINGLE.BREAK. TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;no one's scurrying (okay, most of the time,) off to their little hideyholes/ cliques,&lt;br /&gt;and breaks are quote Chen, "Awesome!" cause sometimes our convos are so intellectual, so kickass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254754234735714370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyjIrdm4EI/AAAAAAAABVo/Sbb6F99qUQU/s320/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes. Chen. my Jo-twin. TAIWANESE AWESOMNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like how we discuss about the economy, argue about Religion/ Life/ Philosophy, how we enter debates regarding the existance of God&amp;amp; Faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, not to mention the sometimes frivalous chitterchatter about Edward Cullen/ Nail Polish/ Food/ Travelling and the what-you're-gonna-be-like-when-you-grow-up convos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kickass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254754238060983698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyjI32adZI/AAAAAAAABV4/BALhbS1LqO0/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And back in J1? We'll do the innanest stuff, like. Hang at the gallery/ Comp lab for hours on end playing Snowbells cause the "&lt;em&gt;We have Faith in your to Lit us" &lt;/em&gt;person was umm. MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And seriously, WHO CAN FORGET,&lt;br /&gt;1. disturbing the J1 class through the windows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. greeting Ms Sab, Mr Toh with a Kallang- window- wave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Catwalking in the classroom, and also scaring the drinks stall aunty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Spoofing dear Santa Claud (alienation/confinement/ie.Arun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. FREEZE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;moments?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254754238672869058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyjI6ITFsI/AAAAAAAABVw/JCN6CJZ40BE/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, for sure, i never will! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254752843790344786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyh3tyY4lI/AAAAAAAABVA/IXdfTg5KFy8/s320/SACthree.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quotequote Pris Sam, "It's so Sex and The City."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Besides all the kuku stuff the class gets up to, SA's been a really bigblast,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254753567292470306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyih1CvNCI/AAAAAAAABVQ/ptIGHMO3_nc/s320/College+Play+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School's also been really awesome cause of COUNCIL! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Really, where in the world can you find a bunch of friends who are willing to go through all those crazy late nights, going through the Agenda, brainstormbrainstorm and be the saikang warriors?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254754233406441330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyjImgrx3I/AAAAAAAABVg/GSQUqNI2k8s/s320/matching+pipes!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;yes, yes, i've gone on a gabillion times about it, but seriously!&lt;br /&gt;The experiences, friendships forged were amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(not to mention, picking up a few kuku-friends along the way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254752838754914898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyh3bB2UlI/AAAAAAAABUw/ulXRdu9Tirg/s320/eye+check..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Jeriel has my spastic eye-check video. heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(being the adidas council has made things muchmuch funner- i love my council tees!)&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;My motivation to join Council was to take part in Orientation, and OKAY GENPOK, im so sorry its such an unglam photo but, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyih0yfiFI/AAAAAAAABVY/x-Ajq5pXGMM/s1600-h/Sports+Day+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254753567224334418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyih0yfiFI/AAAAAAAABVY/x-Ajq5pXGMM/s320/Sports+Day+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; getting to meet these kukus was an AMAZING experience.&lt;br /&gt;(and Chaannn/Minahhh, if you're reading this, I HOPE YOU GIRLS ARE DOING SPLENDID!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254752841092791682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyh3jvPfYI/AAAAAAAABU4/PQwWhPit8Mo/s320/HEARTS..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohwell! aside from the official-dom of Council and Class, my stint in SA has really uberly moulded me to become more,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;weird? open? reckless? I DONT KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254752423292205234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyhfPT0eLI/AAAAAAAABUg/nrFexn0mi4Q/s320/CIMG1140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I WOULDNT HAVE GAMELY SNIPPED MY BANGS AND CHOPPED MY HAIR OFF BACK IN SECONDARY SCHOOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha. okay. major outburst there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254752415889966386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyhezu_RTI/AAAAAAAABUY/OlNSqpuAbcc/s320/CIMG1158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;but yeah, everything's been a really big blast, (And i have no idea what Khiu is doing, except i'll hear something along the lines of "it brings out my tan".)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254753564872936562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyihsB4DHI/AAAAAAAABVI/B1Iu1S5YyY4/s320/tiers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;the bunch of crazies that i've met along this incredible journey are LOVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254752421123424690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyhfHOvgbI/AAAAAAAABUo/A8H6KYsUvS8/s320/arunaaaperd..jpg" border="0" /&gt;as in, i LOVE them, and not they love each other laaa.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. right Perd, right?&lt;br /&gt;aww, i'm turning into a sappy monkey now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254751786791031810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyg6MKHVAI/AAAAAAAABUA/JADCqoI_wB0/s320/rachel%2520joQ%2520huiping%2520fedora%2520pris%2520sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till tomorrow, when i officially am out of Saint Andrew's- the bestest college, (yay!yay!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254751792090075378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyg6f5gUPI/AAAAAAAABUQ/q9TB7nsTYts/s320/my+cert..JPG" border="0" /&gt;GOODNIGHT MONKEYS!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-1404324405093392589?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1404324405093392589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=1404324405093392589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1404324405093392589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1404324405093392589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-graduating-tmr-yes-yes-stark-reality.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOyg6OfI01I/AAAAAAAABT4/awVG5kJ61SM/s72-c/before%2520pe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-6993711814556557000</id><published>2008-10-07T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:51:58.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eye luggage- the new It bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-6993711814556557000?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6993711814556557000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=6993711814556557000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6993711814556557000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6993711814556557000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/10/eye-luggage-new-it-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-1643636709040134602</id><published>2008-10-05T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:27:46.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ooh, it's a SUNDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i tell you, those Korean ginseng pills &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;work!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bouncily awake, even though it's THREE PM (my usual snooze time.)&lt;br /&gt;gah, proved my mum's theory is true about whatever she feeds me is good.&lt;/p&gt;on another note, i was surfing Threadless that day, and i saw PRETTY TEE designs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOhu9D9hhsI/AAAAAAAABTY/_bbXD3Cu42c/s1600-h/COOLIOS+PERIODIC+TABLE..gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253570960642115266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOhu9D9hhsI/AAAAAAAABTY/_bbXD3Cu42c/s320/COOLIOS+PERIODIC+TABLE..gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i saw this on some guy's tee a long while back on the train, (and Khiu can attest to how crazy i was raving over his tee).&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, if only my Periodic table looked like that, Chem would be more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;aye.&lt;/p&gt;(and if you blindbats cannot see- yes, my blog pic's are tiny, they totally replaced the elements with food stuff,&lt;br /&gt;ie. Al (aluminium) is Alcohol, P (Phosphorus) is Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;andandand, the other incredible thing about Threadless is that it's accompanied by SUPERDUPER cute pictures of kids, when modelling the TinyTots series, and i saw this really pretty Giraffe tee, (i love the intricate design- yes, blame the blog again, you blind bats.)&lt;/p&gt;but the blonde kid totally stole the show,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOhu9l2UUUI/AAAAAAAABTg/O3DkK-X1gEI/s1600-h/blond+babies..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253570969738694978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOhu9l2UUUI/AAAAAAAABTg/O3DkK-X1gEI/s320/blond+babies..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA. uber cute.&lt;/p&gt;Lastly! (yes, i know im totally going gaga over weird things.)&lt;br /&gt;one of my favourite designs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOhu9uWzZ_I/AAAAAAAABTo/usJg_WzJ7Xg/s1600-h/incredibly+cool..gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253570972022433778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOhu9uWzZ_I/AAAAAAAABTo/usJg_WzJ7Xg/s320/incredibly+cool..gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i like the quirkiness of the picture, the pretty rendering, and also, the fact that it was inspired by this really lovely piece of work!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOhxJHyI5CI/AAAAAAAABTw/LwQe7vjqkVg/s1600-h/amazing..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253573366849791010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOhxJHyI5CI/AAAAAAAABTw/LwQe7vjqkVg/s320/amazing..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i'm really happy with the Skit Team that i'm working with for the Mission Trip,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan, Valentin &amp;amp; Huiling &lt;/strong&gt;are uber fun and funny and quirky and weirdy people who dare to do things and ohmygoshhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;IM EXCITED. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;oh and, i actually survived playing without chords in the Youth service today. wow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***oohh.update.update.&lt;br /&gt;i know this is REALLY inane sounding, but i am SO EXTREMELY HAPPY that im not sleepy at all.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i've been smiling ever since i was doing math (even though im not exactly exceling. yet.) and opening up my browser to type this little update. heh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy not to have succumbed to the snooze bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gosh. sometimes im so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-1643636709040134602?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1643636709040134602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=1643636709040134602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1643636709040134602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1643636709040134602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/10/ooh-its-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOhu9D9hhsI/AAAAAAAABTY/_bbXD3Cu42c/s72-c/COOLIOS+PERIODIC+TABLE..gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-1837654973180377797</id><published>2008-10-04T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:33:09.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;high on rum and raisin!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA. guess what, my mum stocked the freezer with Udder's Rum&amp;amp;Raisin!&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH, totally provided the perfect wake-me-up sensation that i needed after a tiring day in church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This R&amp;amp;R's pretty good, cause well, you can actually taste the rum.&lt;br /&gt;Their signboard claims that 3 scoops= I regular bottle of beer,&lt;br /&gt;im gonna see how much it takes to intoxicate me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh, on the other hand, it's packed chock full with raisins, i dont particularly like raisins, but nonetheless, it tastes pretty delish!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i sound like some crazed foodie.oh,oh! and my mum got the Choc Marsh flav too, chocolate icecream with uhh, marshmellow. &lt;em&gt;duh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND, i think i am going crazy from all the maths, i started screaming and exclaiming to myself "How did they get this?! ohmygosh! HOW?!" halfway when that *&amp;amp;%(^* integration question was so (*^*&amp;amp;^%*&amp;amp;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank goodness no one was home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yes, im awaiting dinner, laddeeedda.&lt;br /&gt;i hear i've got apple strudel too.&lt;br /&gt;YUM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fatcowfatpigfatcowfatpig.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-1837654973180377797?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1837654973180377797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=1837654973180377797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1837654973180377797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1837654973180377797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-on-rum-and-raisin-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-2221149594973689587</id><published>2008-10-02T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:15:46.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To: Ryan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. in response to your "I cant wait to climb all over the place again",&lt;br /&gt;here's pictures to entice you!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you guys were so kuku-fied, climb here, climb there, climb EVERYWHERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like, i think if the cats there were sturdier, you two would have climbed it too.&lt;br /&gt;(heh. ok, random statement.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOTlAJHeaPI/AAAAAAAABTQ/bITt3DTeTbY/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252574856030873842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOTlAJHeaPI/AAAAAAAABTQ/bITt3DTeTbY/s320/IMG_0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;but in any case, it was FUNFUN watching you two, so when we head back there, CALL ME ALONG AND WE CAN DO MORE SHOTS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;any my fav of the lot, epitomizing the definition of "jungle boys."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOTkaE2S6MI/AAAAAAAABS4/6KTvg4rrSKc/s1600-h/IMG_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252574202050046146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOTkaE2S6MI/AAAAAAAABS4/6KTvg4rrSKc/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAAA RIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOTkgrH4o2I/AAAAAAAABTA/LaGlOdoQly8/s1600-h/IMG_0149_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252574315403584354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOTkgrH4o2I/AAAAAAAABTA/LaGlOdoQly8/s320/IMG_0149_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, okay. officially? GOODNIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-2221149594973689587?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2221149594973689587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=2221149594973689587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2221149594973689587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2221149594973689587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-ryan.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOTlAJHeaPI/AAAAAAAABTQ/bITt3DTeTbY/s72-c/IMG_0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-993074871799226651</id><published>2008-10-02T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:55:03.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am hungry, :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;studying makes me HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;hungryhungryhungry. and i'm currently craving BAKED RICE! mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, I'M UBERLY EXCITED FOR MISSION TRIP!&lt;br /&gt;gosh, it's been one and a half years since we've stepped foot into NohBo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The team this year's HUGER (hopefully that'll be a good thing,)&lt;br /&gt;but why i'm extremely excited,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;no.1, i think we're gonna make a huger impact.&lt;br /&gt;Cause Weiyi (and if you are reading this, STRESS! hahaha) is I/C of the planning for the programmes, and i think he'll do a really great job!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Plus, he had first hand experience in last year's programme, so any flaws, he knows!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;no.2, i miss the life there, away from the city. the lush expanse of green, the cool weather, the rural conditions, the whole get-out-of-your-comfort-zone thing, and being away from the hustle and bustle of city life will be GREAAAT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the only thing that's left is to hire a lizard-killer. anyone up for the job?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;no.3, BECCA, VALENTIN, HUILING, YINGHUI are going! girls that i havent been on a mission trip with, and plus. they are extremely great fun! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;no.4, we get to meet the wonderful people back at NohBo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOTQPaYgu2I/AAAAAAAABSw/hFaSRwUQwHI/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252552028619586402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOTQPaYgu2I/AAAAAAAABSw/hFaSRwUQwHI/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and very importantly, we get to see Ninemenzeal again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOTPzOImioI/AAAAAAAABSg/ygZ2kglVBMI/s1600-h/IMG_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252551544295295618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOTPzOImioI/AAAAAAAABSg/ygZ2kglVBMI/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So yes, we're the mission team Version II.&lt;br /&gt;and i think we're gonna be ready, prayer buddy, great excitement from the troopers,&lt;br /&gt;hang tight! cause it's gonna be a bigbigbigbigbigbig BLAST! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOTPXWNEbwI/AAAAAAAABSM/vN9KY8lf1Mc/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOTQPfi6NBI/AAAAAAAABSo/wmhSJ2LRwhc/s1600-h/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252552030005376018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOTQPfi6NBI/AAAAAAAABSo/wmhSJ2LRwhc/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;oh,oh! blogging has made me happy, and somehow, IM NOT HUNGRY ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to BKC's essay, another reason why i'm looking forward to NohBo, i wanna see somewhere that is still (relatively) untainted by Progress.&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the whole Wall Street crash, milk scandals- motivations by greed,  humanity is just so lacking in the world today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh! i forgot to add,&lt;br /&gt;another reason why im looking forward to Nohbo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Ps Tang is THE BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOTPRUZ_5RI/AAAAAAAABSE/g7nC8w0EnaU/s1600-h/paint.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252550961863320850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOTPRUZ_5RI/AAAAAAAABSE/g7nC8w0EnaU/s320/paint.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;have a great night people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-993074871799226651?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/993074871799226651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=993074871799226651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/993074871799226651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/993074871799226651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-hungry-studying-makes-me-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SOTQPaYgu2I/AAAAAAAABSw/hFaSRwUQwHI/s72-c/IMG_0253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-1367214398739036529</id><published>2008-09-25T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:26:30.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i need more headspace.&lt;br /&gt;my brain has no more storage space, OH NOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;and to achieve that, i will begin to empty my mind of inane information.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;like doodling and spouting random nonsense and chanting weird phrases like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious to make way for my new *bestfriends!*, bore-snore Chem equations, definitions and ohher. Lit quote and yaddablahthings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am obviously on a precarious rocking chair, going off the rocker soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-1367214398739036529?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1367214398739036529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=1367214398739036529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1367214398739036529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1367214398739036529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-more-headspace.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-8169524267691002088</id><published>2008-09-23T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:52:27.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;amusing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you people that is.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;chopped my hair off, maybe if i post something like,&lt;br /&gt;"ooh! i actually grew a third leg", the Queen might tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you REALLY wanted to know,&lt;br /&gt;i went back for a re-trim today.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeell, cut I was a tad too thick, and at a weirddd length.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, cut II rectified it.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, my new cut is much sleeker, and lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing is really funny though, cause back in Sec school, i HATED cutting my hair cause he lady will screw it up, and i'll be left looking like an alien.&lt;br /&gt;So it kinda surprises me, this whole new recklessness i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHYAH. like who's so interested in the adventures of my follicles right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha, and i managed, in my extremely broken Chinese to thank and praise the aunty today! whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gen: &lt;/strong&gt;checked! all the best for your Promos dingdong. AND YOU BETTER ONLY READ THIS AFTER YOUR EXAMS. or else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachelwong: &lt;/strong&gt;ehh, actually my motivation to chop my hair wasnt due to stress. i just thought my long hair was getting icky, and hard to maintain. (then again, it might subconciously be stress.) andandand, the thrill of cutting my hair off was just too enticing to let up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khiu: &lt;/strong&gt;nah, she wont! cause Rach wants to keeo long hair. besides, the hairdresser she goes to is HIGHCLASS, and need to make appointments and is in City Hall! (ehh really wong, you're high class uh.) so no time, no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YingHui: &lt;/strong&gt;then again, you had short hair to begin with. while i knew you guys when i was all long-haired. and nahhh. i wont post pics lah, it's so. ewwwey. oh!oh! no cell on Friday, so that heightens the anticipation! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dot: &lt;/strong&gt;see you on SATURDAY. dance prac remember? :) (oh and oh, i should so do a K sometime when im really stressed or something. hahaha. i think i will look tremendously freakkkkayyyy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weiy&lt;/strong&gt;i: oh you know, the lady was attacking me with the shaver, trimming off the frayed ends or something. and i was super scared that she'll suddenly, "ooops" and shave off one chunk. HAHA. mad. i'll shave only when i become uber stressed. (i'll shave if you grow an additional leg or something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: heyhey! hahah. dont worry. my hair isnt bung-ish/alien-ish short.&lt;br /&gt;just. short. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, my follicles are always in overdrive.&lt;br /&gt;so what will happen when this grows out and becomes ewey?&lt;br /&gt;HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-8169524267691002088?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8169524267691002088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=8169524267691002088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/8169524267691002088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/8169524267691002088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/09/amusing-you-people-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-895222664129686611</id><published>2008-09-22T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:36:56.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;and they describe it as impulsive,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is, succumbing to the urge to chop off my locks, ie. CUT SHORT HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, and for those who didnt get the drift,&lt;br /&gt;I.HAVE.SHORT.HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think that i was wondering whether i should cut my hair yesterday morning, and actually went through it this afternoon, aye. impulsive alright.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel thinks that it's the stress, like how i was mini-stressed, and chopped my fringe.&lt;br /&gt;Now im major stressed to chop my hair off.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha,&lt;br /&gt;Or it might probably be the two and a half hour math session that i had with WeiChang.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, my hair is gonnneee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My impulsiveness is frightening i guess, wonder how Sofia will shriek at the sight of me tmr,&lt;br /&gt;and oh.&lt;br /&gt;there goes on of my 08' resolution, to curl my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. happy days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-895222664129686611?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/895222664129686611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=895222664129686611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/895222664129686611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/895222664129686611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-they-describe-it-as-impulsive-that.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-2554927842680691295</id><published>2008-09-17T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:02:18.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think my neurons are overworked,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i mean, PITY THOSE THINGS FOR GOODNESS SAKE!&lt;br /&gt;they're so miniscule, yet my pooor neurons have to zip back and forth the big black hole transporting tons of info of all sorts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stuff like Math which is extremely sucky, to random bits of humour from reading Bridget Jones' to fretting and i dunno, weird nonsense- like how my Mum has Facebook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hummph.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These two days have been killer, getting back to the whole timetable regime has been tough, and the blah-ness of grades and the whole, im-pressed-for-time-kills-self issue is really getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;Coupled with the fact that my head hurts easily these few days,&lt;br /&gt;not cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OHWELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice catching up with the OG members today though, i hope you guys are doing dandy! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-2554927842680691295?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2554927842680691295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=2554927842680691295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2554927842680691295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2554927842680691295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-my-neurons-are-overworked-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-7629066950349315779</id><published>2008-09-12T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:19:35.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woohoo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;oh great, restarting the comp and the modem took a whole of 20mins.&lt;br /&gt;crazy cause i totally wrecked the connection when i accidently pulled this wire, which pulled the other wire, which dragged the entire multi-plug system which unfortunately semi-killed my modem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;on the bright side, it's the end of the Prelims!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;went over to Khiu's house with Rach, Calvin and Joseph to eat nice homecooked food and watch movies like no one's business.&lt;br /&gt;Caught Juno and I LOVE IT! :)&lt;br /&gt;and we also watched the very ummm, Harold+Kumar's White Castle thingythingy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Afterwhich, we headed down to Swensen's for a bit of a Topless Five and some chittychatty.&lt;br /&gt;and my crazy friends think i scare the waiters.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;nuts.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i love spending time with friends like that!&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;on another note,&lt;br /&gt;random crazy doodles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Either i was too stressed/ just bored, but i spent ONE HOUR doodling last night.&lt;br /&gt;madness right?&lt;br /&gt;i think it's to make up for the lack of doodling in the Maths paper. heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMlCU3CbQPI/AAAAAAAABR0/idlsrQ__8zg/s1600-h/CIMG1341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244796167188594930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMlCU3CbQPI/AAAAAAAABR0/idlsrQ__8zg/s320/CIMG1341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMlCUdJCdlI/AAAAAAAABRs/evRsHFfOOVw/s1600-h/CIMG1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay, so thanks a gamillion to YingHui, Van and Grace who got me my funky orange notebook cause the white space is LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay, pity the pic's so.. dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one of my fav,&lt;br /&gt;it reads,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when cows take over the world,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMlCUdJCdlI/AAAAAAAABRs/evRsHFfOOVw/s1600-h/CIMG1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244796160237008466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMlCUdJCdlI/AAAAAAAABRs/evRsHFfOOVw/s320/CIMG1340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMlCU3CbQPI/AAAAAAAABR0/idlsrQ__8zg/s1600-h/CIMG1341.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;global warming will give us hot milk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hahaha. SENTOSA, SENTOSA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-7629066950349315779?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7629066950349315779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=7629066950349315779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7629066950349315779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7629066950349315779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/09/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMlCU3CbQPI/AAAAAAAABR0/idlsrQ__8zg/s72-c/CIMG1341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-5927326134313101082</id><published>2008-09-10T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:56:51.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Khiu and Joseph, there are people out there who also sketch rainbows and buildings together!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMfqlim-4kI/AAAAAAAABRc/ZFJraZWx5CM/s1600-h/rainbows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244418221762601538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMfqlim-4kI/AAAAAAAABRc/ZFJraZWx5CM/s320/rainbows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMfqlh3KM0I/AAAAAAAABRk/UYFlH8Xd5HU/s1600-h/rainbowII.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244418221562016578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMfqlh3KM0I/AAAAAAAABRk/UYFlH8Xd5HU/s320/rainbowII.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i am so not the only one in this weird sketchy mood of mine.&lt;br /&gt;on a random note, i like drawing rainbows and buildings, trees and cars, handphones who shoot bullets, skyscrapers on fire, aliens and balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand, im really glad for tmr cause it's the &lt;strong&gt;end of the Prelims, &lt;/strong&gt;end of the crazy exams which has left me stressed up and majorly zonked.&lt;br /&gt;(i was still thinking about Chem compounds LAST NIGHT even though my paper's so totally over.)&lt;br /&gt;and then it'll be 2 sweet days of hanging out with the friends, dvds&amp;amp;food tmr, Sentosa on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, mugging commences once again.&lt;br /&gt;what a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMfqlh3KM0I/AAAAAAAABRk/UYFlH8Xd5HU/s1600-h/rainbowII.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on a random note. i've been staring at my icon on the sidebar for the last 2 mins and im super amused by it. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go on, stare, smile to yourself, i promise i wont judge you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMfqlh3KM0I/AAAAAAAABRk/UYFlH8Xd5HU/s1600-h/rainbowII.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-5927326134313101082?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5927326134313101082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=5927326134313101082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5927326134313101082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5927326134313101082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/09/khiu-and-joseph-there-are-people-out.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMfqlim-4kI/AAAAAAAABRc/ZFJraZWx5CM/s72-c/rainbows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-8717743703969908396</id><published>2008-09-09T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:23:58.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hahahaha,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i cannot believe that one little message to encourage has resulted in a SPAM of &lt;strong&gt;emails &lt;/strong&gt;back and forth between the Praiseland gang.&lt;br /&gt;throw in random words, philosophy 101, lame goodbye lines and alotALOTALOT of screaming and hahahas,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dare say i wouldnt mind receiving spam like that once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;works well to relieve tension, which in my case, is paying homage to my head.&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;Chem was disappointing,&lt;br /&gt;and can you believe that this is the first Math paper that i didnt doodle?? HAHAHA. (good thing or bad?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but in any case, it's Econs tmr, and i want to kick some Economic butt.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-8717743703969908396?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8717743703969908396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=8717743703969908396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/8717743703969908396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/8717743703969908396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/09/hahahaha-i-cannot-believe-that-one.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-8120624586277690278</id><published>2008-09-08T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:18:15.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;we have archives!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*does wild dance*&lt;br /&gt;our class blog ACTUALLY HAS ARCHIVES!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and we're 1year, 3 months old? coooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i was browsing through the ARCHIVES!!! and i landed upon this post that SK umm. posted. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;which i think is super interesting, and funny.&lt;br /&gt;makes you appreciate the general sense of kookiness of the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the sake of English.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't invented in England nor French fries in France.&lt;br /&gt;Quicksand works slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So, one moose, 2 meese? Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend. If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it? Is it an odd, or an end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Have noses that run and feet that smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, and in which, an alarm goes off by going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a race at all. That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i will reiterate. i love the classblog. heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-8120624586277690278?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/8120624586277690278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=8120624586277690278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/8120624586277690278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/8120624586277690278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-have-archives-does-wild-dance-our.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-4172466770647290911</id><published>2008-09-07T11:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:05:00.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and why am i home on a Sunday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ohright, right.&lt;br /&gt;the eye infection that's why.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness all the pumping of eyedrops have significantly lessened the reddening of the eye, or i might just have to leave house tmr in trepidation at how erlack i look in specs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;texted Van last night about my condition, and her reply went along the lines of, "maybe looking nerdy will help you concentrate on your studies better. you should seriously consider this pyschological effect."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;heh, and i laughed.&lt;br /&gt;okay fine, so it was late (1230am), and maybe my brain's all zonked from the books, but i found her reply funny.&lt;/p&gt;like, ha-ha funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! pics from Baybeats,&lt;br /&gt;and to quote DotTang, "the mats are like, omnipresent"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. how true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMNSd4U2K5I/AAAAAAAABRE/kM-_N6jbNVI/s1600-h/DSC01683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243125064478894994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMNSd4U2K5I/AAAAAAAABRE/kM-_N6jbNVI/s320/DSC01683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Joseph was supposed to be in the pic, but goondu cut himself out.&lt;br /&gt;to quote Khiu, "face to big!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and okay, we had dinner at Spagaddies/ Spagatties/ Spagadies, gosh how do you spell?&lt;br /&gt;and i saw Siti! (okay random outburst.)&lt;br /&gt;and it was also Jerico's bday, so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy uber belated birthday Jerico!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMNSeZk5dAI/AAAAAAAABRM/coMepbaw0u0/s1600-h/DSC01652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243125073404589058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMNSeZk5dAI/AAAAAAAABRM/coMepbaw0u0/s320/DSC01652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and yeah, since Khiu keeps posting unglam shots of me,&lt;br /&gt;here's one of here looking like Plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMNSe0i1CqI/AAAAAAAABRU/9cLOudxtTwc/s1600-h/DSC01641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243125080643668642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMNSe0i1CqI/AAAAAAAABRU/9cLOudxtTwc/s320/DSC01641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;like she's attemption to kill a lizard (okay. so i couldnt spell croa..you know.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMNSdoHIa0I/AAAAAAAABQ8/SqI9RyweSJM/s1600-h/DSC01766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243125060126403394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMNSdoHIa0I/AAAAAAAABQ8/SqI9RyweSJM/s320/DSC01766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMNQ92ILdcI/AAAAAAAABQ0/g7pQharZ3y4/s1600-h/DSC01707.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and okay! i was totally playing with the jelly tadpoles you find in the drink, and it looked like MUCUS.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okay, lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;my heart feels like it's gonna explode out of my chest right now.&lt;br /&gt;my fingers are going all cold and urgh.&lt;br /&gt;it's the stress bug, say hello!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;blaaaaaaaaaah. i think im feeling such a great mixture of emotions, thank god im female, or i might just explode soon enough. heh.&lt;br /&gt;aside from the stress bug, it's just such a nice fuzzywuzzy feeling to "Do everything in love - 1st Corinthians 16:14", and to receive super sweet actions from friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Friends who call to pray (thankyouJoseph!), friends who encourage with sermon highlights (thanks Becca!), friends who show concern over my "swollen eye"- to quote the bro, (thank you velly much YH, Amanda&amp;amp;Khiu) annnnd to those who have wished me GOOD LUCK (aww. charmainey is aliveeeee).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;thank you so much! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;really, it's the sweetest actions of you guys who make my day much better, and tadah.&lt;br /&gt;triumph over smelly stress bugs.&lt;br /&gt;aww, im in cloud nine already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and so i'll go sleep, and ramble on about identity, patriachy, the external forces, alienation/ marginalisation/ confinement tmr.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck as i attempt to be a sensitive Lit student to the whines of BKC and the concerns of Lim and Desai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;whooo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-4172466770647290911?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4172466770647290911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=4172466770647290911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/4172466770647290911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/4172466770647290911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-why-am-i-home-on-sunday-ohright.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SMNSd4U2K5I/AAAAAAAABRE/kM-_N6jbNVI/s72-c/DSC01683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-6760479609312064862</id><published>2008-09-06T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:21:52.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eye infections are the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ew&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and so is trying to mug with one wonky eye.&lt;br /&gt;well, on the bright side, it's raining, and the weather is bliss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. my word verification reads &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ewhaw&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, even blogger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sympathises&lt;/span&gt;. cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-6760479609312064862?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6760479609312064862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=6760479609312064862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6760479609312064862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6760479609312064862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/09/eye-infections-are-new-ew-and-so-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-6747582755850256690</id><published>2008-09-04T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:25:27.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and because we're mildly spaz,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SL_tjGi12RI/AAAAAAAABQs/tZM5cu6tmQY/s1600-h/CIMG1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242169678590499090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SL_tjGi12RI/AAAAAAAABQs/tZM5cu6tmQY/s320/CIMG1025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;heh. it's been ages since i saw the class, and i terribly miss all the crazy laughter.&lt;br /&gt;it has all been taken over by the crazy i-must-mug-my-brains-out syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;it's practically taken over the entire J2 population actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is great no? considering that it's ONLY 55 days to the A's.&lt;br /&gt;aaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;and i totally got this stress attack just now, cause i missed out on a double-bond when teaching my bro Organic Chem!&lt;br /&gt;(hahaha. okay, so incoherent here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;and did you know, did you know?!!!&lt;br /&gt;my second dental appointment from today, I WILL HAVE FINISHED MY A LEVELS.&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about &lt;em&gt;time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sopheeahh, &lt;/strong&gt;hahaha. next time, you should jolly well wrap yourself in aluminium foil, and spike your hair upupup, and preferably wave a set of luminious yellow pompoms, &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;should catch my attention. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lydia,&lt;/strong&gt;ohmygosh. what have i done. eheh! pleaseplease dont get your head stuck in these fantasies okay? dont lose your grip on reality!&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i sound like some... pyschoanalyst. but ahhh, dont! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chenthecheesecake, &lt;/strong&gt;hoiiiyou. you should so do the AJ Chem paper. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;IT KILLXZXZXZ. see you around! and rest well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gengen, &lt;/strong&gt;hahaha. you better study, and stay away from the computer! therefore, you should not reply this tag. :) HEH. guitar pres, OCIP exco (so i presume), study hard and make your LeeBeeYan proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and oh, friends tell me that teachers/ whoevers from our school blogsurf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so it's not good that im already on firstname basis with the P huh? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-6747582755850256690?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6747582755850256690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=6747582755850256690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6747582755850256690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6747582755850256690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-because-were-mildly-spaz-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SL_tjGi12RI/AAAAAAAABQs/tZM5cu6tmQY/s72-c/CIMG1025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-3065380741270233939</id><published>2008-08-30T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:09:16.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;staff retreat; getting drenched, lost, phoebe-fied, and crazy jumping moments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hang tight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and today was Praiseland's annual Staff Retreat and MAJOR APPLAUSE goes out to Vic Teo and gang who pulled off a wonderfull retreat, much unlike those that we've have had for the countless years, this year, we had this fun Amazing Race thingy! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but to start things off, lunch with Aunty Adeline's family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlgaMaq7sI/AAAAAAAABOc/TU3GxZHb9u8/s1600-h/CIMG1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240325644548239042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlgaMaq7sI/AAAAAAAABOc/TU3GxZHb9u8/s320/CIMG1213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, i dunno how that pic up there constitutes &lt;em&gt;lunch &lt;/em&gt;but, i realise that kids are often intrigued by my phone. (or all your phones in general, i reckon.) every single gathering i go to with little ones, they'll clamour for my phone, and first thing they ask, "Jie Jie Joanne! Got games?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha, and i alwaysalways tell them, "ohsorry! i dont have games!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and believe me. i dont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;which is so weird right, i mean. they arent even preloaded into my phone. nil. nadah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;which really explains the diminishment in my &lt;em&gt;kwel &lt;/em&gt;factor in their eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;probably the sparkle of my braces keeps me popular with the kids. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlga9j09KI/AAAAAAAABOk/eg9rS_9b5Tw/s1600-h/CIMG1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240325657739981986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlga9j09KI/AAAAAAAABOk/eg9rS_9b5Tw/s320/CIMG1215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;well, and the boys were messing around with this 10x10 Rubix, and that's just, pure madness.&lt;br /&gt;the 10x10 cube i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well okay, the whole amazing race thingy was modeled after The Game of Life, where we had to traverse up and down Khatib and Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;My family consisted of me, my mum, my dad, becca, charmaine, aunty alice, and aunty errr. (ohno, i dunno her name. :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway! it was a great time of bonding, and running around and completing tasks.&lt;br /&gt;plus, it was raaaainnninggg, and i bet the Khatibers&amp;amp;Yishunites thought we were wild kukus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite pitstop was Est's, and the games were so FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;one of the tasks was to write a poem of proposal (cause we were at the Marriage pitstop)&lt;br /&gt;and we came up with this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses are red,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Violets are blue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you marry me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I LOVE YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in like, 2 secs flat. cooolios much. and we had funky actions and to quote my mum, "after we say I LOVE YOU, we must go "muack!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, but i think i'll smack my future Darcy if he chooses to propose this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, okay, back in church! all wet, and smelly, and tired,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlgbfP4-xI/AAAAAAAABOs/MHZx6Vlr8JM/s1600-h/CIMG1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240325666783165202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlgbfP4-xI/AAAAAAAABOs/MHZx6Vlr8JM/s320/CIMG1222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;we sat around and dried off, while some of us had to prepare for worship later, and WOW. this is why Simon is in the deco comm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlhVqCI_lI/AAAAAAAABO0/4b8TFl00pG0/s1600-h/CIMG1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240326666110697042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlhVqCI_lI/AAAAAAAABO0/4b8TFl00pG0/s320/CIMG1223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blah MPH was turned into this really pretty and romantic spa-liked place, which drew audible oooohs and ahhhhs.&lt;br /&gt;it was so pretty that i could have just fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but noooo! WE WERE TOO HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;like hungry monkeys, i think our minds werent functioning when Vic was sharing a short message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, that's beside burning the orchid stems and observing the oxygen bubbles that escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was finally, dinner time! :)&lt;br /&gt;you can see how happy monkeys we are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlkys0RzgI/AAAAAAAABQE/wV_xTEcbhCo/s1600-h/CIMG1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240330463608950274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlkys0RzgI/AAAAAAAABQE/wV_xTEcbhCo/s320/CIMG1253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and during the course of the entire dinner, there were manymany onetwothreehuh? pictures taken of Charmainey,&lt;br /&gt;and by that, i mean many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLljt518ASI/AAAAAAAABP8/OjFocxVMcRM/s1600-h/CIMG1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240329281694597410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLljt518ASI/AAAAAAAABP8/OjFocxVMcRM/s320/CIMG1243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLljRdDcunI/AAAAAAAABPk/OaPn4eZH31s/s1600-h/CIMG1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240328792930302578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLljRdDcunI/AAAAAAAABPk/OaPn4eZH31s/s320/CIMG1275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hahah, i think the lighting makes her look reaaallly sinister.&lt;br /&gt;contrasted with Phoebe, she looks REALLY sinister. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlhWXlPumI/AAAAAAAABPE/rzoSQ2VNKDM/s1600-h/CIMG1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240326678337534562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlhWXlPumI/AAAAAAAABPE/rzoSQ2VNKDM/s320/CIMG1228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlkys0RzgI/AAAAAAAABQE/wV_xTEcbhCo/s1600-h/CIMG1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and we were being such kukus, we wanted to take jumpshots, and went on stage.&lt;br /&gt;our jumpshots were funny. as in, weird funny.&lt;br /&gt;hello, if Charmainey's legs could contort like that, it definitely is funny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what was really funny when the aunties came onstage to do jumpshots too.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and obviously, they didnt lift off, cause instead of hearing "1,2,3!" that they were expecting, Joel shouted "3,2,1" instead. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLljRSb_BNI/AAAAAAAABPs/t2tzTVAHfqE/s1600-h/CIMG1284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240328790080423122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLljRSb_BNI/AAAAAAAABPs/t2tzTVAHfqE/s320/CIMG1284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PraiseSings &amp;amp; PraiseSounds 08'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thank God that our ministry has been growing, there have been new blood into the ministry (and thank God that they have been guys, or the kids might just grow up with a skewed perception that Sunday School teachers are all female).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im looking forward to Kids Camp with these people, cause it's gonna be A BIG BIG BLAST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLljRv0_4wI/AAAAAAAABP0/zfSiveZpXkA/s1600-h/CIMG1289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240328797969965826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLljRv0_4wI/AAAAAAAABP0/zfSiveZpXkA/s320/CIMG1289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;through the night, we were also very much entertained by Phoebe and her ubercuteness, i love her slightly wonky eyes here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLliEPY_sGI/AAAAAAAABPU/jGucrYTMs_k/s1600-h/CIMG1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240327466412650594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLliEPY_sGI/AAAAAAAABPU/jGucrYTMs_k/s320/CIMG1288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;heh. no wonky eyes her, though i have wonky hair.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, balances out both pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLljRdDcunI/AAAAAAAABPk/OaPn4eZH31s/s1600-h/CIMG1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLliEphhhyI/AAAAAAAABPc/D_j2o0NK0KI/s1600-h/CIMG1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240327473427744546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLliEphhhyI/AAAAAAAABPc/D_j2o0NK0KI/s320/CIMG1286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;well okay! i love my groupmates! :)&lt;br /&gt;Charmainey and Becca! cause without them, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;YELLOW BUFFALOES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will be boring!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, (well, everyone's named after a colour, but we're special.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and okay, i know it isnt yellow, but yellow cannot be seen against my blog, and this is the next prettiest colour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we're all doing different Y- poses, though Charmainey's just trying to ACT CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlhWIR6MRI/AAAAAAAABO8/f-0UkOxht0o/s1600-h/CIMG1238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240326674229899538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlhWIR6MRI/AAAAAAAABO8/f-0UkOxht0o/s320/CIMG1238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlhWXlPumI/AAAAAAAABPE/rzoSQ2VNKDM/s1600-h/CIMG1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i present to you, favourite picture of the day,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLliDsiGbdI/AAAAAAAABPM/zZ8yA8ehEsE/s1600-h/CIMG1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240327457055600082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLliDsiGbdI/AAAAAAAABPM/zZ8yA8ehEsE/s320/CIMG1291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she is so huggable! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;since there's this whole boy crazy going on, might as well put a face to the names,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gaspard,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as Alina describes, gasp hard, is quite cute yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLll39wv3xI/AAAAAAAABQM/5Hm10eBiomk/s1600-h/gaspard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240331653568519954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLll39wv3xI/AAAAAAAABQM/5Hm10eBiomk/s320/gaspard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and okay, since i cant find a pic of Edward Cullen, or as Sof will call him, Ed Cullen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the next best, the actor who's gonna act as him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha, judging from Ali's, Sof's and Rach's outcry. he isnt &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;ed cullenzxzxz-ish eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlmh7udWzI/AAAAAAAABQk/JjtaK91bH_4/s1600-h/edzxzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240332374576552754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlmh7udWzI/AAAAAAAABQk/JjtaK91bH_4/s320/edzxzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and oohhkay! Johnny Depp, and i lovelove his characterization as Capt'n Jack Sparrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLll4LEHADI/AAAAAAAABQc/pVlbsLihBPI/s1600-h/johndepp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240331657139388466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLll4LEHADI/AAAAAAAABQc/pVlbsLihBPI/s320/johndepp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLll4FnpzlI/AAAAAAAABQU/NnXKQkhuEgE/s1600-h/jon+johnson.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and Khiu, i sourced for all these pictures via Yahoo!, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and when i typed in Jon Johnson, i got this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHA, third picture that popped out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you beloved; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JON johnson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLll4FnpzlI/AAAAAAAABQU/NnXKQkhuEgE/s1600-h/jon+johnson.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240331655677857362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLll4FnpzlI/AAAAAAAABQU/NnXKQkhuEgE/s320/jon+johnson.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay lah, not &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;bad uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he has the somewhat, geeky allure about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;***tags,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mrs ed cullen, &lt;/strong&gt;hahahaha. i see you havent gotten over your &lt;em&gt;vampyer &lt;/em&gt;yet! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;genpok; &lt;/strong&gt;i realised! they're like, bats right? so what, they're leathery???? HMMM. and yeahh, i think vampires are kinda cool! i like those in Underworld! and okay, you're reading one too many romance novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khiu; &lt;/strong&gt;HAHA. i realised, jack johnson's a guitarist, right? ohno. my cultural literacy is in the pits. HAHAHA. but look where JON johnson got you! :) and please, i think you should just slash yourself to death with the epilator, cause epilating EVERY fullmoon is just not worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so as a werewolf, you've basically lost your purpose in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charmainey; &lt;/strong&gt;pass me a thumbdrive or something! and i wont circulate it to everyone, i'll just uhh. somehow hijack Channel 5 and put your pictures on rotation every 1min. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;becca; &lt;/strong&gt;hahaha, i've posted! and oh, you two, if you wanna snitch pictures, go click my Picasa link okay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i cant believe Joseph wants a colour code, and "must camwhore!" tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahahah, he's such a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-3065380741270233939?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3065380741270233939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=3065380741270233939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3065380741270233939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3065380741270233939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/staff-retreat-getting-drenched-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLlgaMaq7sI/AAAAAAAABOc/TU3GxZHb9u8/s72-c/CIMG1213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-168724332395793997</id><published>2008-08-30T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:39:06.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;and,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;today was Teacher's Day, and mygosh.&lt;br /&gt;it's really fast and all, but i still remember that time when we in our Doomachaleh garbs, and the moves, and the "oh. they all died" comment from the video-girl, hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teacher's Day 07' was/ IS hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i think we did a great job anyhow. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239973369944964962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLggBHQTf2I/AAAAAAAABN0/y2hLq_RojvY/s320/IMG_0523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i remember i was so in lovee with the banner that i made it my wallpaper, and bragged to my bro.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, it's been whoooooosh, and today, i went back with some of the 30th to catch the 31st in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nalinapok, you dance like, superrrrrly! really entertaining watching you guys , and (sometimes laugh at the cmi ones. HAHAHA.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239974040226219474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLggoIPzxdI/AAAAAAAABN8/zDo3xcmfZkE/s320/IMG_0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ohyeah, and VicLoh's like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT PROPERTY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like, he got into 2 out of 2 bands! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and oh, TD was kinda nice, cause i got to catch up with SOPHIALAUUUUU. who has school on Sat and cannot come for Staff Retreat,blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**okay, that was my super uneventful teacher's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but anyways, i am unfortunately too distracted to study, so my "mugging" session today was rendered unproductive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i reckon i am a professional stoner, and tuning in to &lt;strong&gt;JASON MRAZ &lt;/strong&gt;makes things all the better! :) :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and Khiu can so attest to my aiie! moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;buwhatever, a girl can have her moments you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(hahah. here's where i hear ShouJie's cynical/scowling voice. what?! girl? *scoff*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ohandoh, i think Khiu and i learnt something today, that is (if you will pardon the cliche), never to judge a book by its cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today, there was this all girls contact rugby carnival in school, and there was this Thai team (that rocked all our socks) who had this Mongolian lookalike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;phwoar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she was all buff, and scary looking, but ohmygosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she actually wiggled to Shakira. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and duh, they totally owned RP Ping and RP Pong. (other contact rug teams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and okay, digression, but i think it's great to coordinate what coloured jerseys you're wearing, and what your team is actually called, judging from the difficulty that the mc had with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Blacks Babies in Green" and "RP Ping in Pink"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**tags,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachelwong; &lt;/strong&gt;HAHA.okayokay, so you arent one of the Cullenzxzxzrockzxz, but i've seen you rave over your other *cough* Gaspard *cough*, and i do know you can get a littttlllle bit crazy. a little bit. :) and yes! it's my pri school love, and i was feeling erlack, and the books make me HAPPY! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dot; &lt;/strong&gt;heyyydotty! yes, i missed it. and really, i think if i have a mock Prelims, it'll be DISASTEROUS. maybe it was a blessing in disguise, save my markers from a heartattack!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sopheeeeah; &lt;/strong&gt;if someone will lend me, yes! i think i will lovexzxz Cullenxzxzxz. HAHAHA. (ohyeah, and remember you're supposed to lend &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;the book that's somewhere, where? down the row of sisters? extended cousins? HAHA.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lydia; &lt;/strong&gt;HAHA. you are so cute! AND OH SOF, I TOLD HER ABOUT YOUR POKES DURING K'S TUT WHEN SHE WENT "TWILIGHT". hahah, ehhhh, have fun obsessing with Cullenzxz, while i obsesses over Jason Mraz/JohnnyDepp. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;which brings me to Khiu,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Johnny Depp/ Jack Johnson; &lt;/strong&gt;WHAT HAS CULLEN BEING A VAMPIRE (hahaha. i typed vamp. nadah. wrong.) got to do with me being one? and i personally think Vampires (or how Gen will type, vampyers) is quite cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but you totally cannot be a vampire/ werewolves cause they're either feathery/ furry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(ohwait. vampires arent feathery right?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nalinapokwhocandancelikenoone'sbusiness; &lt;/strong&gt;ohhheyyy. im so super proud of you! OHGEEFOUR! :) hahah, yay! my Prelims are ending, soon.soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yes,i finally found your blog, and aww, it's sweet that you're gonna miss us. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;you can join Gen when she mourns our absence. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-168724332395793997?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/168724332395793997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=168724332395793997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/168724332395793997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/168724332395793997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-today-was-teachers-day-and-mygosh.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLggBHQTf2I/AAAAAAAABN0/y2hLq_RojvY/s72-c/IMG_0523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-7705882806363180593</id><published>2008-08-27T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:29:09.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; and i did nothing today;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmy, today is such a slackerzxzxz day for me.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. on account that im &lt;em&gt;sickly &lt;/em&gt;*scoffs. yeah right.* today was basically a day to slack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and slack away i did, by curling up on Bed II, a.k.a my comfy sofa, with 2 Princess Diaries books.&lt;br /&gt;my guilty pleasures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, was just blog-hopping and Lydia's blog made me chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;cause what greeted me was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239202503766827778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLVi6y9b4wI/AAAAAAAABNk/DrJwo3Da5-A/s320/edward+cullen.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. yeahman, to YOU- &lt;strong&gt;RACHEL WONG, BEGUMMM, ALINA AND ALL THE EDWARD CULLEN FANXZXZ OUT THERE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for you!&lt;br /&gt;suffice to say, i was quite amused with Lydia's declaration of love.&lt;br /&gt;seems to me that going crazy over fictional characters transcends age limits.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239202847764653138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLVjO0c6JFI/AAAAAAAABNs/Fu1Gwm76UtU/s320/class+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and it'll be about a week odd before i see the rest of the madcapped a6, in the mean time, let's all NOT be like me, and concentrate on Chem and the likes instead of &lt;em&gt;tween-ified &lt;/em&gt;Princess Diaries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-7705882806363180593?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7705882806363180593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=7705882806363180593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7705882806363180593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7705882806363180593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-i-did-nothing-today-ohmy-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLVi6y9b4wI/AAAAAAAABNk/DrJwo3Da5-A/s72-c/edward+cullen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-5953975796536183916</id><published>2008-08-27T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:51:21.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it wasnt intentional i swear,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole &lt;em&gt;skipping maths paper &lt;/em&gt;thing.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, after econs, i was woozy,&lt;br /&gt;at Macs, i got this really bad headache,&lt;br /&gt;slept, and woke up with a sore throat and a flu, WENT TO STUDY MATHS. (haha. so gone case)&lt;br /&gt;updated the class blog, and BAM! felt all queasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's where things just went downhill,&lt;br /&gt;went to bed at 11pm, but suffice to say, i was having VIP passes to &lt;em&gt;Puke Fest 08'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;i hatehatehate puking.&lt;br /&gt;it's so, disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i slept on my couch the entire night, for some reason or another, i dont like sleeping in my room when ill.&lt;br /&gt;it's so, stifling. (and totally impedes movement to the toilet. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, I ACTUALLY WANTED TO GO TO SCHOOL THIS MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 530, but blah, felt wayyy too woozy to get changed. and so, i fell back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, im okay, or at least wayyy better now.&lt;br /&gt;and it's raining cats and dogs, which is making my trip to the docs a little improbable.&lt;br /&gt;and i havent eaten lunch. and it's three!&lt;br /&gt;blah, such a wasted day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, thank you classmates&amp;amp; khiu&amp;amp; joseph for being so nice to call/text.&lt;br /&gt;but how it transpired that i've got &lt;em&gt;food poisoning &lt;/em&gt;is another different matter.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. cause i texted Rach that i was down with a stomach flu, ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;**update&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;either Rach's a pyschic, or our days in SA has allowed her to know the mechanisms of my tummy (HAHA. this sounds so, creepy.)&lt;br /&gt;but eh, the trip to the docs gave me the diagnosis that i probably ate something wrong last night, so that's why my system had a wild time purging it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;which begs the question of what i actually ate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was it my McChicken meal? or fish soup and rice? or the meds from my ealier sickness?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh, and my mum's the best okay.&lt;br /&gt;what i had for dinner is exactly what the doc WARNED me against.&lt;br /&gt;blah, i actually had KFC for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohmygosh. i hope nothing goes wrong tonight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-5953975796536183916?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5953975796536183916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=5953975796536183916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5953975796536183916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5953975796536183916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-wasnt-intentional-i-swear-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-3625213574331605962</id><published>2008-08-24T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:19:17.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;why the world is megascrewed up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238098293486782322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLF2pTHcB3I/AAAAAAAABNU/yofyuB9pGFE/s320/CIMG1150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;no.1, BADD PACKAGING. really bad packaging i must add.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no. 2, HAHAHA. MY BLOG IS SOOOO RETARDEEEEEEEED.&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh, you know there are so many *****'s on my tagboard?&lt;br /&gt;cause i typed *snigger*, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;this whole censorship is taking screwedupness onto a whole different level.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no.3, &lt;strong&gt;What they want in a partner- Aug 24, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what &lt;em&gt;HE &lt;/em&gt;wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;looks-wise: &lt;em&gt;Men go for those who are slim and have big eyes, long hair, long legs and big breats- but who are not bimbos (HAHA.) Celebs like Jolin Tsai, Felicia Chin and Fiona Xie are benchmarks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;character (or lackthereof, in my humble opinion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She should be gentle, demure and sometimes submissive (JOHN!). She should also be "well-behaved. Smoking and tattoos are tabo0&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Career-Finances&lt;em&gt;: She can be successful but not more so than him (loser!). For example, she &lt;strong&gt;must not &lt;/strong&gt;have a higher degree or salary. Some want women with careers linked to good looks, like air stewardesses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;are they loserfied, or loserfied?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what these people, no wait, men. (someone needs to invent an entirely new terminology to describe homo sapiens equipped with such low level of thinking,) have in mind is so, superficial. and square. and simplistic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i mean really, what they should really do is to hole up and cry in self-pity, cause im pretty much sure that not a whole lot of ladies out there will gladly conform to their expectations, cause it pretty much undermines their abilities, and what they have and will achieve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and plus, i dont see how and why one will limit her success, just to appease these &lt;em&gt;things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;please let these opinions be reserved for those losers who have lofty expectations and who sign up for dating agencies.&lt;br /&gt;hello, light a bulb? you &lt;em&gt;obviously &lt;/em&gt;cannot have these standards in mind, the fact that you have to sign up for some form of controlled dating says alot about yourself, and your ability to hook up a non-bimbotic Fiona Xie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA. that's just, classic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Opinions aside, GENPOK,this is for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA. as i was saying, since you're in various high positions, you'll have many experiences of being in front of the crowd, but just have fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha, reminds me of that time, when advertising for Friendship Week, Perd and I had to do this Madgascar-ish run, so kuku okay!&lt;br /&gt;and the many flag-raising moments, hair-raising moments i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;considering the fact that i nearly dropped the Singapore flag once. aikes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but whatever it is, I WASNT LAUGHING AT YOU! :)&lt;br /&gt;i was paying super alot of attention to what you were saying okay! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yes! Darcy is the bomb, but Romance novels arent really my thing, butohwells.&lt;br /&gt;I like P&amp;amp;P cause it's funny, andandand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DARCY IS THE BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, Prelims tmr! May my funky bangs somehow, somehow grant me some form of enlightentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the OLevel people, my bro, yes you Ryan, just CHILL. and STUDY HARD, all the best for your Prelims tmr!&lt;br /&gt;To Gengoon and friends, all the best for your Promos, criteria's more stringent now, so please work your butts off and DONT SLACK OFF OKAY! :)&lt;br /&gt;ladeedaaa, and to the mugging-muggers of the late night sessions, as texted, let's make the efforts worthwhile, all the best! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-3625213574331605962?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3625213574331605962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=3625213574331605962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3625213574331605962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3625213574331605962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-world-is-megascrewed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLF2pTHcB3I/AAAAAAAABNU/yofyuB9pGFE/s72-c/CIMG1150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-1413665053457260339</id><published>2008-08-23T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:24:58.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;bang, bang, bangzxzxz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, my &lt;em&gt;lated-ness &lt;/em&gt;has driven me to SNIP OFF MY FRINGE.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and now, taddaaaaah. i have BANGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237731252354684434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLAo0sWQFhI/AAAAAAAABNE/zDZfYLo7uQ0/s320/CIMG1140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and okay, i like my bangs! hahaha, it was hilarious, this morn, Sopheeahhh greeted me with something between a shriek and an exclamation, but the gist of it was something like, "Quekster! Your bangs are sooooo niceeeeee" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something like that lah.&lt;br /&gt;I was afterall laughing too hard at her reaction to comprehend, and Chenny was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;She was like, covering her face, afraid to see me or something.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and her comment was something along the lines of, "you dare to cut your own fringe?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;speaking of which, yes, i snipped my fringe off.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i didnt exactly think of &lt;em&gt;why &lt;/em&gt;i chose to snip my fringe off.&lt;br /&gt;must be manifesting the inner Cleopatra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HMMM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, consultation with the &lt;strong&gt;K &lt;/strong&gt;was kinda fun, she was all ranting like when these CHEENAPOKS came and disrupted our consultation with their CHEENAPOK song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we moved to the H block and ohmigoodnessy, this mosquito-fogger-man came, and ohmigoodnessy, the &lt;strong&gt;K &lt;/strong&gt;chose to just sit there (okay, her back hurts. understandable.)&lt;br /&gt;but it was so hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we sat there, amidst the CRAZY NOISE, and the SMELLY FOG, and ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;i literally could see this CLOUD of fume advancing towards me.&lt;br /&gt;horrid i tell you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after that, we mugged, Khiu and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237731244882676706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLAo0QgyS-I/AAAAAAAABM8/FjYCQQn5bfI/s320/CIMG1132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and Elmer's darndy happy cause i have a pretty Perrier bottle! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think the perspective and proportion of this picture is so screwed up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA. super cute, either Khiu's teeny, or the Chocolate CHUNK cookies are huge. :)&lt;br /&gt;i like to believe in the latter. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237731930055368754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLApcI-r4DI/AAAAAAAABNM/lPAByOF1ojY/s320/CIMG1145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and ohmy, today was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;from tuning into Jason Mraz (gosh. i love his songs), to totally FREEZING cause it was raining like no one's business, to the freaky crows and how i tried to shush them up, DID YOU KNOW THE CROWS CAME AND PECKED OUR BEIBEI MIAN?! to chatting about our future Darcy's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha, Darcy is the bomb okay.&lt;br /&gt;My Darcy, Darcy, where art thou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-1413665053457260339?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1413665053457260339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=1413665053457260339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1413665053457260339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1413665053457260339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/bang-bang-bangzxzxz.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLAo0sWQFhI/AAAAAAAABNE/zDZfYLo7uQ0/s72-c/CIMG1140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-7210755853923105747</id><published>2008-08-22T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:25:58.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;lated;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237311008904529762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SK6qnTf_R2I/AAAAAAAABM0/x9kiaK3AGDs/s320/CIMG0882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do wish it all goes well, staring at the comp for hours on end have caused my head to be in a state of dire wooziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digressing, OHMYGOSH PEOPLE. EAT MORE VEGGIES AND NOT MEAT OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;AND DONT BE SO SUCKED IN BY COMMERCIALISM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause our actions are causing environmental degradation,&lt;br /&gt;and did you know that 84% of the cars in the world are driven by the TOP 5% RICHEST while only less than 1% of cars are driven by the BOTTOM 5%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. okay, so that surfaced while sourcing for GP facts.&lt;br /&gt;aikes, Prelims are coooomming, and then the A's will comeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiiie, so depressing just thinking about it, but well, on the bright side, at least i get to eat yummy things while mugging.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khiu is totally practicing her mummy-plans, buying all that amount of yummmmmy food.&lt;br /&gt;and Calvin's such a &lt;em&gt;boy, &lt;/em&gt;like a &lt;em&gt;whiney-act-cute boy. &lt;/em&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph's such a gundu, &lt;em&gt;lips of logic &lt;/em&gt;indeed eh, verbal sparring, and late night mugging session-disturb buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Rach's the one with the great music. i lovelovelove her music. HAHA. even though her earphones make my ears warm, and i still think you listen to your music REALLY softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. im really glad for my lovely mugging buddies.&lt;br /&gt;even though we stink and have bad hair days (okay. no sense.)&lt;br /&gt;whine about nonsensical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;bang the tables when we get frustrated with solving, or the inability to solve, math questions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah, im really glad for this nonsense dodos to be apart of the whole die-it's-the-A's gang.&lt;br /&gt;whooopeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and mygosh, to prove my point.&lt;br /&gt;during our mugging sessions, we are well stocked with &lt;strong&gt;cup noodles, earl grey tea, timtams, some fancy biscuits, aftereights, pepperidge farm soft-baked cookies, famous amos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;pigs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-7210755853923105747?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7210755853923105747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=7210755853923105747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7210755853923105747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7210755853923105747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/lated-and-i-do-wish-it-all-goes-well.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SK6qnTf_R2I/AAAAAAAABM0/x9kiaK3AGDs/s72-c/CIMG0882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-1328384479246234807</id><published>2008-08-19T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:20:36.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;when the A's and Prelims get to us,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236239842314922546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SKrcZM_tqjI/AAAAAAAABMA/p-7m5NQ1b6A/s320/when+the+As+get+to+us..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha, but today was AMAAAAZINGLY fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been ages since we cracked up like carefree J1s, it's been ages when we laughed till our bellys ached and our bladders were quivering in, i dunno. vibration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh, its late, pardon the incoherence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT YES!, today was super fun, cause i was in this giggly mood, many of us were in this giggly mood, and gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during econs, we snuck our friend's stuff, and stuffed it under Sam's table without her knowing, HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we had this amazing halfanhourBREAK where we went berserked and camwhored like there was no tmr,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236240506266819986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SKrc_2aLnZI/AAAAAAAABMI/AFVbaQeOnP0/s320/CIMG1007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and then and then, we had this fun class party during GP cause we had ONEHUNDREDPERCENT passes in our BT2s, so Ms Sab bought us all Pizza, and it was sooooooo much of pizza that we took ages clearing it while playing the 'i never' game and that funky chinese-guessing-number thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236240513683720130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SKrdASCgh8I/AAAAAAAABMQ/KFAZfMM7jU0/s320/CIMG1041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then, we had the most amazing fun cause we locked ourselves up in the classroom and camwhored with Soph's laptop, and ohmygosh. WE SHOT FUNNY VIDEOS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahah, ranging from the blockheads to &lt;em&gt;their &lt;/em&gt;catwalk to this Stomp-thingy that we did in tribute of Lit class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;i love today, :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yes, im zonked cause ive been staying back till late to mug, productive, but tiring.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;couple of days to my Prelims, and im trying to maintain my calm,&lt;br /&gt;hard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thank God for today, respite from the stress, cause ohgosh, i was totally stressing out last night.&lt;br /&gt;but in any case, yes becca, we just gotta keep trusting in God.&lt;br /&gt;cause anything's possible through Him! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh, just a little shout out to my lovely classmates,&lt;br /&gt;even though time now seems so tight, and we're all highly stressed, let's just stick together, and go through this storm, smiling! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alternatively,  i grant you guys permission to laugh at THAT  kuku picture!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-1328384479246234807?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1328384479246234807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=1328384479246234807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1328384479246234807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1328384479246234807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-as-and-prelims-get-to-us-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SKrcZM_tqjI/AAAAAAAABMA/p-7m5NQ1b6A/s72-c/when+the+As+get+to+us..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-6720550928099131906</id><published>2008-08-16T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:21:12.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ohm. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must.not.be.negative, hence, i deleted my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;heh, wellohwell. ironic isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;just when i whined about how the timetable was killing me, the past 3 days have been super productive, and ohmygoshmygoshness, i think i've been infected with the mugging bug.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im too lazy to spell it out, but, mugging over the next few days will probably involve showers in school, famous amos cookies, retarded convos, swapping of turns to buy dinner, hot tea (mmm!), staring in awe of the wonderful sunset, our love-hate relationship with the wind, and CRAZY STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i got a funky lolli-cookie cause of the &lt;em&gt;good progress &lt;/em&gt;award.&lt;br /&gt;couple of days to the Prelims! AIKES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-6720550928099131906?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6720550928099131906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=6720550928099131906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6720550928099131906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6720550928099131906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/ohm.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-7609245040760307530</id><published>2008-08-11T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:01:46.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;of the 26th, pretty pics&amp;amp; heartfelt worship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pity the camera guy, yes you ngeow, didnt snap our pre-prep and the deco part.&lt;br /&gt;cause i think you would have done a really great job with it!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, looking at the pics  give me an awesome feel of how highly charged the 26th was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233287353770854178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SKBfHwEORyI/AAAAAAAABLg/rD8QZCQ5JTo/s320/Xxon+Eden+Concert-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;from the crazy band, to the hearfelt worship,&lt;br /&gt;i guess seeing how into it everyone is, really makes all the effort worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233288409195581954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SKBgFL1FkgI/AAAAAAAABLo/T7RfEWe7YL4/s320/Xxon+Eden+Concert-19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and ohmygosh, i shall have to stop complimenting you or your ego might just expand and you'll somehow defy the forces of nature, and explode.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah!&lt;br /&gt;REALLY NICE PICS! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SKBfGY9OoXI/AAAAAAAABLQ/Cu3RObx-8fA/s1600-h/Xxon+Eden+Concert-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233287330387632498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SKBfGY9OoXI/AAAAAAAABLQ/Cu3RObx-8fA/s320/Xxon+Eden+Concert-28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Vic with his signature im-worshiping look, don't know why, but every time i glance at the bassist during worship, he's always in &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;stance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233288411140832082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SKBgFTE3u1I/AAAAAAAABLw/1oE7wXq1AP0/s320/Xxon+Eden+Concert-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah! my favourite pic, cause it's so kuku yet serious at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;dear tanhuiling and valentineseow, dressed in outrageous usher garb (thank God for the spunkiness of the girls to be willing to don on Praiseland's funky halos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233287353196818418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SKBfHt7XL_I/AAAAAAAABLY/QVNMMgop_4w/s320/Xxon+Eden+Concert-17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. yeahh, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's the twentysixth!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;but no more dwelling in the past cause, PRELIMS ARE KNOCKING ON MY DOOOOOOR!&lt;br /&gt;aieeeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-7609245040760307530?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7609245040760307530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=7609245040760307530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7609245040760307530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7609245040760307530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-26th-pretty-pics-heartfelt-worship.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SKBfHwEORyI/AAAAAAAABLg/rD8QZCQ5JTo/s72-c/Xxon+Eden+Concert-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-2581017433043044871</id><published>2008-08-10T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:31:06.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;am suddenly struck by the emo bug;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh indeed, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;time does fly by, DO YOU KNOW ON THE 9TH OF OCT, I AM OFFICIALLY OUT OF SA?!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am so terribly sad, considering how crazy i am over my school, i love my uni, i love my friends, my class, my crazy teachers (somewhat), the carefreeness, the lovely gallery, the wonderful scenery, hanging out at Pop Caf, the chicken rice. OHMYGOSH OHMYGOSH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think im gonna cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232877283577530930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ7qKhjZijI/AAAAAAAABKw/RAnpRlm9N20/s320/Rugby+Finals%40+Padang+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and who could forget my council days.&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaaiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i suddenly got very emo cause "Revolution- Hillsong" was playing.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, and im emo cause it reminds me of last year's mission trip! (and the pic-vid that i made,)&lt;br /&gt;memories much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT!&lt;br /&gt;i am so superduperyay!yay!yay! excited for my year end, it is gonna be &lt;strong&gt;crazy and so hyperly exciting and fun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kids camp- Mythbusters, will be a BLAST.&lt;br /&gt;my toes are tingling in excitement just thinking about it, it's gonna be combined with COR- yes the church just next to SA, and it's gonna be held at lovely Dioscese of Singapore- AHH. I LOVE THAT PLACE, so many memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232878210328791602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ7rAd-HijI/AAAAAAAABK4/ZSAfIDcw_JA/s320/Picture+133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(haha. this is so not the diocese.)&lt;br /&gt;but yeah! Kids Camp 06' was so fun to the max. and 08' i bet, will be a tremendous blast.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're gonna combine, and what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;it means,making NEW FRIENDS! WOOHOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232878215729444402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ7rAyFu9jI/AAAAAAAABLA/M8fwtwmOdKU/s320/Picture+137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;hahah.  i suddenly miss hanging out with my Praisesing friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ7rBd3TnvI/AAAAAAAABLI/peepbasOdCM/s1600-h/Picture+141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232878227480092402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ7rBd3TnvI/AAAAAAAABLI/peepbasOdCM/s320/Picture+141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yes! i miss them alotalotalot. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and ohmygosh, why is Kids Camp so exceptionally cool?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cause in 06', i was there before my posting result.&lt;br /&gt;and this year? im gonna pop by straight after my Lit paper.&lt;br /&gt;And it is so majorly wow! cause it has marked the start of my term in SA, and also marks the end of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aiiee. my toes are tingling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;andandand. Dec will be so amazing cause it'll be ONE WEEK of mission tripping in splendid Thailand, and then, the next day, i will be zooming off the Vietnam!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and there's Xmas, and ohwow. I AM SO UNBELIVABLY HYPED UP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha. but for starters, i need to mug.&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for aunty Linda who prayed with me today, cause i was feeling oooooh. stressed.&lt;br /&gt;(but as you can see, im totally cool now. HAHAHA.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yeahhh, to mark my mugging-mugger-mugmugmugmug start, i'll probably take a hiatus fromn blogging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;probably. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-2581017433043044871?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2581017433043044871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=2581017433043044871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2581017433043044871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2581017433043044871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/am-suddenly-struck-by-emo-bug-oh-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ7qKhjZijI/AAAAAAAABKw/RAnpRlm9N20/s72-c/Rugby+Finals%40+Padang+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-4543351806149812556</id><published>2008-08-09T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:19:08.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my uber fun fri, and my pierced finger;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Huang is officially Mrs Wong!&lt;br /&gt;which is so weird, her being Mrs Wong that is, i dont think i can ever get use to Mrs-ing her!&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232542605974444658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ25xuU0GnI/AAAAAAAABJA/8F1ZojvVuzE/s320/DSC01499.JPG" border="0" /&gt; and yes! i totally didnt get a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink dress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shoot me if pink isnt my colour, but yeah! while browsing at Far East, nothing pink caught my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells! and oh, FarEast was funnyk, cause MatHead totally got pranked by the Turkish ice-cream guy and it was hilarrriouuuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232543026533265506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ26KNB2cGI/AAAAAAAABJI/8Sv94iXYZ9c/s320/DSC01502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. admirer 101 and admirer 102. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay fine, before joseph kills me, there is nothing between these two. (or so we all like to think. HAHA.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232543325391947266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ26bmXUBgI/AAAAAAAABJQ/tH1zOI4G-RU/s320/sunglasses.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy specs that ChinMeng&amp;amp;Zong Wei got.&lt;br /&gt;funkyfunky!&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, there was this flea shop selling it at 29.90, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;overpriced much i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232543965347523874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ27A2YnLSI/AAAAAAAABJY/vM14Cg4P9UM/s320/bus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and a super candid shot which turned out nice.&lt;br /&gt;khiu thinks im posing against some billboard advert.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;chinmeng? billbord model? never. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhkay. enough about models and whatnots, post-ms huang's event!&lt;br /&gt;we went to Clarke Quay, and it was funfunfun!&lt;br /&gt;Fri felt so surreal, it was as though we were entitled to living the high life for once.&lt;br /&gt;dressed up, attended wedding, went to Clarke Quay, had a wonderful dinner, chilled out, great company, yupp. my Fri was splendid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232543979871103986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ27BsfTa_I/AAAAAAAABJo/Ghp_MhXsJUE/s320/newyorks..JPG" border="0" /&gt;Clarke Quay's such an exceptionally great place to chill!&lt;br /&gt;i love the wind. and the sunset. and the lovely bursts of colour from all directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232544850642722722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ270YXb36I/AAAAAAAABJw/j2ivaGWqebo/s320/meet+the+mp+II.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;i love how the light reflects off the water, and beams off the snazzy coloured buildings,&lt;br /&gt;i lovelovelove the colour combi on the buildings especially! haha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232543973228000962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ27BTvdtsI/AAAAAAAABJg/qfpz03TSvIk/s320/clarke+quay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;yupp! the happy people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ272kJ13aI/AAAAAAAABJ4/fF3RFqeQdCI/s1600-h/lovely+clarke+quay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232544888166669730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ272kJ13aI/AAAAAAAABJ4/fF3RFqeQdCI/s320/lovely+clarke+quay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anyway! we went to The Pump Room (ooh. quivers with excitement)&lt;br /&gt;it was so superly decked out, and we were gushing over the interiors and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ275x3-o3I/AAAAAAAABKI/b897RhNoihY/s1600-h/dinner!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232544943389451122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ275x3-o3I/AAAAAAAABKI/b897RhNoihY/s320/dinner!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; food was great, service was above average, and the company was deliciously entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;even though they kept gluing their eyes to the huge screens outside telecasting the Olympic opening, we had many good moments of laughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Joseph was the &lt;em&gt;drunkest &lt;/em&gt;despite not drinking at all.&lt;br /&gt;okay fine, i concede. he's on 24/7 kuku mode. and ohh, it was so cool, cause we were all arts fac kids! heh, save for Khiu, you psuedo-artsfac.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of Joseph, the Ngee Ann FSV crew approached him today to film a Gibson commercial along Haji Lane, got a calafare part, but still!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the advert will be telecasted, cause it'll be fun to see him on screen!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;joseph, telly = hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232544935770036914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ275VfXmrI/AAAAAAAABKA/P-bOdN1vMvI/s320/pretty!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ahh okay, digression.&lt;br /&gt;and see! told you the interiors were pretty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we had that cooolios silver thingy above our heads.&lt;br /&gt;no wait, im making us sound like aliens.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, we had that structure above our tables, and it was so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232545543538741074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ28ctmuD1I/AAAAAAAABKQ/HGSe-hlxEGg/s320/rach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rachel and I, happpyyy people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and okay, so they, (rach.jospeh.calvin) stood outside staring at the screen for idunnohowlong, waiting for Singapore to appear (ohgosh. we were 188 out of 205 countries.) Khiu and I were, not willing to stand, and so we walked to this bridge to sit and talk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;really nice, the convo and the wind, but then, fatigued whacked us and ohmygosh. it was so hard not to snooze there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i think everyone was tired after the immensely long day then when the guys took a pic later, Calvin, being the Mat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Immediately squatted to fill up his quota for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232545550087505570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ28dGAERqI/AAAAAAAABKY/D4OzVi6fo8I/s320/MAT..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Today, i went over to Joseph's church for his service, the guys from Parachute Band were there.&lt;br /&gt;and i must say, the service was not too bad! :)&lt;br /&gt;really great sound system, and talented musicians they have,&lt;br /&gt;and okay random.&lt;br /&gt;i think Pasir Ris is really nice, (yesyes Rach, flaunt your two B&amp;amp;J's) except that it is STILL TOO FAR.&lt;br /&gt;and therefore, i conclude that it is an ulu-hip place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ohmygosh, i busted my finger, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;you see, i had the kiap-kiap hairclip in my hair, and on the train, i decided to take it out.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so with the left hand, i took it out of my hair, and proceeded to press it open to clip it on my bag.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, the clip manage to spring out of my hand, and by a stroke of luck, this small metal piece pierced my finger.&lt;br /&gt;and the stupidclip was STUCK in my finger.&lt;br /&gt;owwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i tried to pull it out, and horror of horrors, it wouldnt budge.&lt;br /&gt;i was super afraid that i would bleed profusely or something, and so i continued to tug on the clip, and it wouldnt move. at all.&lt;br /&gt;freaky deaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i could alight at Kallang, and with some maneuvering of the clip, i managed to slide it out of my finger.&lt;br /&gt;major ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wells, im okay now.&lt;br /&gt;and im so okay that. im gonna blackmail the &lt;strong&gt;guitar pres.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232545554262856434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ28dVjjEvI/AAAAAAAABKg/TpbrDwjYUGI/s320/gen+is+.+----!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes gen, YOU.&lt;br /&gt;cause i still remember how you held my bag hostage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i remember the stupid convo about how i will change your umbrella into gold so that it'll make my bag super heavy and so you wont steal it, and how you countered that it was a free umbrella, so it wouldnt matter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;we are such goons at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-4543351806149812556?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4543351806149812556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=4543351806149812556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/4543351806149812556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/4543351806149812556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-uber-fun-fri-and-my-pierced-finger.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJ25xuU0GnI/AAAAAAAABJA/8F1ZojvVuzE/s72-c/DSC01499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-7030536920813385557</id><published>2008-08-07T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:06:43.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;falling asleep, soggy shoes and the impending wedding;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmemy, today was so, today.&lt;br /&gt;and what does that conotate?&lt;br /&gt;today= B.O.R.I.NG&lt;br /&gt;well, save for H2 Lit which was really nice, cause Mrs Tan or Mrs T, &lt;em&gt;so to speak, &lt;/em&gt;was really nice to dim the lights for us.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, made the atmosphere really nice! relaxing, discussion type-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was totally falling asleep during K's lesson, ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;the aircon is a pain in the butt, i think the malay aunty spiked the air with her yummy curry or something, cause it was totally sleep inducing.&lt;br /&gt;and oh! Calvin tells me that TODAY TODAY TODAY is the macik's LAST DAY IN SAJC!&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH.OHMYGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can! (okay, can. she's going over to SMU.) but how can!!! i didnt even eat it for one last time. :(&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways! during lit tut,&lt;br /&gt;Ms K: "Dean, wake up."&lt;br /&gt;Dean: *groggily opens eyes*  "oh, my eye got problem."&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;yes. he said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways! after lit, it was rushrush to get outta sch, into Far East to do last min shopping for Ms Huang's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;it was so kuku, the torrential rain reduced us into a pack of shrieking banshees each time we plodded in a puddle.&lt;br /&gt;which, considering the fact that the entire road was flooded, it resulted in quite a fair bit of "AIIIEEEEE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, ive gotten my dress! whoooopeeee.&lt;br /&gt;a pretty sundress (haha. hope im not underdressed manxzxzxz).&lt;br /&gt;but then again, ive envisioned my outfit since eons ago, so yeah! im super happy with what i bought! ladeeedaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. im acting as though im getting wed.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;and it's National Day Celebrations tmr, whoopee, and Joseph wants us to go to his house to watch the Olympics?&lt;br /&gt;uhh. no thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should just date my mummy, cause she wants to  cancel cell just to watch the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;rrigghhht.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-7030536920813385557?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7030536920813385557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=7030536920813385557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7030536920813385557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7030536920813385557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/falling-asleep-soggy-shoes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-1266297608754226319</id><published>2008-08-05T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:05:06.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;pink;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK! PINK! PINK! PINK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the colour theme that ms huang picked for her wedding this Friday, ohmygoshhh.&lt;br /&gt;PINK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I DONT HAVE PINK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahah, well yeahh. i hardly own any pink &lt;em&gt;clothing &lt;/em&gt;(which is really ironic considering that my Jansport is this bright reddish-pink mix, my pencil case is the cute little pinky-pigsy one that Ying Hui gave, and my file is also pink. HMMM.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but yes! i dont have anything in pink, worst case scenario, i'll just go in my red&amp;amp;black flowery dress, and tell ms huang im colour-blind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or my room was really dark when i picked my outfit.&lt;br /&gt;or...or... then again, i dont think she'll really care cause i have a contigency plan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no 1. bring pink balloon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231047488982466194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJhp-df_vpI/AAAAAAAABI4/OtgbBnFrMJM/s320/pink+balloons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;well, as long we have something pink, that'll suffice!&lt;br /&gt;but then, i dont want my balloons to *pop* during the service, and cause the ring bearer to choke and cry or something.&lt;br /&gt;assuming that ms huang likes kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no.2, bring a pink flower.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231046988770833250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJhphWEP82I/AAAAAAAABIo/Tqhf3cZwCgA/s320/PINK+DAISY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daisies are so pretty dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;anyways! we could all bring flowers, and.. i dunno! exchange them after the wedding?&lt;br /&gt;give it to ms huang?&lt;br /&gt;(okay, so cannot-make-it, cause her bouqet will surely own our cute daisies.)&lt;br /&gt;blend it in with her deco?&lt;br /&gt;induce a pollen-allergy attack on one of her bridesmaid? (OKAY. CANNOT.)&lt;br /&gt;or probably hook some guy up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as you can see, my planning-for-ms-huang's wedding is so bombed.&lt;br /&gt;why?why?why? theme-coloured weddings?&lt;br /&gt;i still remember the crazy amount of fretting we did for Shirl's wedding trying to find something applegreen.&lt;br /&gt;ooh. the horrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231046275254490210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJho30AslGI/AAAAAAAABIg/Tp4gpZFw6SA/s320/CIMG0661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;isnt the sunset pretty? and it's pink.&lt;br /&gt;i should just print it out and hang it around my neck on Fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231046994751049298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJhphsWCzlI/AAAAAAAABIw/y_I_qGZVaCM/s320/ORANGE+DAISIES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and since im in the mood for daisies... LOVELY ORANGE DAISIES!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-1266297608754226319?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1266297608754226319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=1266297608754226319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1266297608754226319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1266297608754226319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/pink-pink-pink-pink-pink-colour-theme.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SJhp-df_vpI/AAAAAAAABI4/OtgbBnFrMJM/s72-c/pink+balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-2752502079731191522</id><published>2008-08-04T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:42:43.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my head feels slightly funny.&lt;br /&gt;either cause my nose is congested, i've been sneezing so much that my brains have blown, my meds are making me wonky, hanging around with my friends have made me wonky, getting caught in the rain WHILE escaping from school with a green slip made me woozy, or probably the mosquito coil that my dad's burning is making my head not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was so irritating just, catching the flu, i kinda hoped to make it home to see the doc/ rest and yadda.&lt;br /&gt;who knew that the elements decided to torment me on my way back, trudged cross the Jacob Ballas and this CRAZY WIND was attacking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i looked like some idiot. squinting (in anticipation of the sneeze), and sneezing like some... giant buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder the hockers on the pitch looked at me wierdly.&lt;br /&gt;and so i trudged on, not really caring about the wild woman persona i was projecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then! came this CRAZY RAIN. thank god i made it to the overhead bridge in time, and so i wasnt soaking wet. but the &lt;em&gt;wain (&lt;/em&gt;wind&amp;amp;rain) was so mad that despite being sheltered, i was still wet.&lt;br /&gt;hahah, i felt like i was some sort of new age Indiana Jones, up in the heights of the overhead bridge, shuddering, being pelted by rain from all sides, zooming cars below, honking, crazy sounds, and one lone me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then! on the bus? i was trying to get some sleep when i felt something pelt my head, thinking my rubber band burst, i didnt really do much to rectify the situation.&lt;br /&gt;*pelt*pelt*, only till i realised that the stupid aircon was leaking on me, and was about to move, did the bus suddenly braked to a stop, cause many drips of water to go sliding down my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un&lt;em&gt;cool &lt;/em&gt;much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, i have secured an mc for this two days. yippeeee!&lt;br /&gt;now i can happily hibernate at home, clear up work, and ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;what to wear to ms huang's wedding?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone in the council dresses so preeeetttiiillyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. die, must go think of something.&lt;br /&gt;come to think about it, im not exactly equipped with the time to think of a Plan B, considering the fact that her wedding is on Fri, and my days are saturated till 6pm EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH AND JO CHEN. I AM SO APPRECIATIVE OF WHAT YOU'VE DONE FOR THE CLASS BLOG! :D thanks a million gazillion trillion banana bunches.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-2752502079731191522?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2752502079731191522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=2752502079731191522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2752502079731191522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2752502079731191522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-head-feels-slightly-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-4207236546004379503</id><published>2008-08-02T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T01:07:49.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uh oh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i might be schizo, who knows? but the only thing i know is that, in the course of my 3-hr-conked-out-sleep, i managed to send Simon a "ONE :-):)" message, and deardear Pris Sam, what? ten blank messages?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yes! though i have no idea which one scares me more, the fact that i was in total oblivion to my TWO alarms (and one's Plug In Baby- Muse  for goodness sake.) or the fact that i managed to subconciously text my two friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And not like they are A- friends, they're S- and P- respectively! oh. scary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-4207236546004379503?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/4207236546004379503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=4207236546004379503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/4207236546004379503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/4207236546004379503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/08/uh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-5381416199215192611</id><published>2008-07-30T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:41:02.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*pop*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today felt kinda surreal, as though i was floating through a dream.&lt;br /&gt;started the day off with a yummilicious breakfast consisting of a cheese&amp;amp;egg burger topped with a greaaatt chicken patty and my lovely red apple- orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i could finish my Math tutorial, so that was another perk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was so lovely cause after EVERY.SINGLE.LESSON. we had a break! annndddd, we ended school so crazily early (230PM!) and that made me very happy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;and plus! i could come home to take a nap, that reallyreallyreally made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now comes the shitty part, why does my Wed feel like a dream? Well, it's cause..&lt;br /&gt;MY WEEK SO FAR HAS BEEN A LUMP OF DOGCRAP AND WILL CONTINUE TO BE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeerrrgggggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been so extremely long, and it's so blah! that some classes end soooo early while we are slogging all the way in school till ungodly hours of 630pm. the PRELIMS are coming in THREE WEEKS time and,&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh.ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;Econs&amp;amp; Chem tests on Friday,&lt;br /&gt;Lit Essay on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmyyygosh.ohmygosh. spaz attacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-5381416199215192611?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5381416199215192611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=5381416199215192611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5381416199215192611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5381416199215192611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/pop-today-felt-kinda-surreal-as-though.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-2962156682920746572</id><published>2008-07-28T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:16:54.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;oh lovely!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. isnt he cute?&lt;br /&gt;Theodore Pittas (Greek Chinese), no idea why Simon keeps calling him Mario though. heh.&lt;br /&gt;Mario's the dad's name. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228025363928101042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SI2tXoWqsLI/AAAAAAAABIY/dJZkQDlf5F0/s320/CIMG0824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;anyway! twentysixth.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, a day of mixed emotions i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the &lt;strong&gt;uber uplifting prayer session&lt;/strong&gt; that we had in the morning (i resolve to join them in prayer during Saturdays which i have worship practice), to the&lt;strong&gt; rippling excitement&lt;/strong&gt; while prepping for the event to the &lt;strong&gt;sudden stress attack&lt;/strong&gt; when i couldnt find the wedding arch, to a &lt;strong&gt;flurry of anxiousness&lt;/strong&gt; when i thought that we couldnt achieve what we wanted to deco-wise, to my &lt;strong&gt;disappointment&lt;/strong&gt; during the event cause my expectations werent met, to the sudden &lt;strong&gt;outpouring of relief and peace&lt;/strong&gt; i felt when i committed myself to God, to the &lt;strong&gt;fatigue &lt;/strong&gt;i felt after the event, to the &lt;strong&gt;WOOHOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;! when the night came to a close.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the twenty sixth just rocked my funky socks. :)&lt;br /&gt;i lovelovelovelovelovelovelovelove the team i worked with, deco comm especially! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prep was really crazy, and really fun.&lt;br /&gt;we had like, fifteen? of us crazy in Shalom hall.&lt;br /&gt;from the guys moving pieces of the stage to the side, to meticulous Estella who helped wipe the dusty chairs, to Simon sealing the windows with trash bags like someone was gonna chemical attack us, to the hanging of the pretty butterflies amidst the &lt;em&gt;vampire music, &lt;/em&gt;to the crazy stringing of lanterns and oh, who could forget Jerome who busted one of the spotlights when he poured water on the hot lamp?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was like preparing for a wedding or something. everyone just chipping in to help. on the deco part, many last min changes had to be made, but for each last min changes, i firmly believe that it wasnt for nothing. i know that God had a better plan in mind when He made the situation so!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;take the wedding arch for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our initial idea was to have a wedding arch at the entryway, where those who entered, walked through it!&lt;br /&gt;the arch was to be decorated with leaves and flowers, coolios effect.&lt;br /&gt;and so, at 11am i went in search of the arch, aunty jean was coming at 1230pm, and the arch had to be found, pronto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;walked to the back of the sanctuary, and paused.&lt;br /&gt;where in the world was the arch? it was big, white, and definitely conspicuous.&lt;br /&gt;but it was definitely not there.&lt;br /&gt;the arch, one of the deco mainpoints, gone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohhhdieeee.&lt;br /&gt;i walked around the perimeter thrice, conversed in horrid chinese to the caretakers (aunty, you mei you kan dao na ge tie de dong xi?) to checking the super dark and scary backstage of the sanctuary. (eh hello! when i walked in, the first thing that greated me was a MIRROR. eeeyyerr) and checking with the pastors.&lt;br /&gt;but nope! arch continued to elude us, till i finally found out that Vic Teo had loaned it out to an external organization for a play!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woohoo. talk about suayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank God for aunty jean, we managed to come up with plan B, and that was to decorate the aisle by lining bamboo poles, and stringing the flowers on it.&lt;br /&gt;suffice to say, it turned out even prettier than the original idea. praise God!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh. so yeah, the event was reaaaaallyy great!&lt;br /&gt;there were many SLRs flashing around, blink* blink*&lt;br /&gt;the band was super funny, when the lights went off, Jono immediately piqued, "Where's Prak?"&lt;br /&gt;heh. to the amazing bullshitting from Aric while trying to stall for time, and the burst of lights from the sparklers, and Vic announcing "BASS SOLO!", everything was reallyy fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;loved it when they switched off the lights, the pretty lanterns could then be fully appreciated, and oh.&lt;br /&gt;who could forget Amanda going "eh! dont throw! (the lightsticks) pain! pain!" and Jono who blatantly threw this RING of lightsticks, and whacked Zhangyi's friend. OW.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha, ohwells, and the night ended on a high, AND OHMYGOSH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHO COULD FORGET THE STUPID LIZARD THAT FELL ON ME???!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. STUPID THING. DIEEEEEEE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanting: &lt;/strong&gt;heeeyoooo! yes! cell on friday was soo amazing! :) we should have you and Dani over more often! you know you love us. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evelyn: &lt;/strong&gt;heyhey! yay! am happy that my testimony managed to encourage you in one way or another, see ya in school!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharonnnnnn!: &lt;/strong&gt;aikes! I THOUGHT THAT IT WAS A PIECE OF COTTON. till you screamed lizard! ohmygosh. that icky icky thing touched me! ohmyyygosh. and yes, im super terrified of them!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gen: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SMELLY! :D &lt;/strong&gt;hahaha. what news? something along the lines that you recently discovered you're a bimbo? ahh .then that wouldnt be news no more, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simon: &lt;/strong&gt;icecreaaaamm! woohoo! yay! Thank God that the event went woohhhooo. im thankful for the chance to work with you! YAYYYY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-2962156682920746572?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2962156682920746572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=2962156682920746572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2962156682920746572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2962156682920746572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SI2tXoWqsLI/AAAAAAAABIY/dJZkQDlf5F0/s72-c/CIMG0824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-5190721905703228115</id><published>2008-07-26T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:55:53.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHOOOHOOO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's so uber late, 1230am, and i have an extremely long day ahead tmr,&lt;br /&gt;butohmygosh. i MUST MUST blog now, before i concuss from an over jumpey heart.&lt;br /&gt;what am i feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;i really cannot describe! it's a mixture of feeling &lt;strong&gt;high, loved, grateful, blessed, enthu, happy, excited, anxious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's like, gonna make me happy puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY. (super long post about thanksgivings, heh. read okay! cause i know it'll bless you too somehow. :))&lt;br /&gt;Cell was awesome. like, really really awesome today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of sticking to the materials, we had a splendid time of sharing, and every single sharing blessed me in some way or another.&lt;br /&gt;From hearing how God has been working in our lives, the blessings that He has granted us, really makes me appreciate my relationship with Him even more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll share my own experience if you dont mind! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aye, working in the 26th (yes. my beloved event.) has really opened up my eyes to the greatness of God.&lt;br /&gt;The countless setbacks i've faced, such as the postcards, overbudgetness! (WHOOPSIE.), falling deco yaddda, has been met with solutions.&lt;br /&gt;friends, who offer to travel down, to sponsor the event.&lt;br /&gt;leaders, who are willing to absorb the cost.&lt;br /&gt;and uh, Scotchtape. HEH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways!&lt;br /&gt;point is that, God has always been there, and WILL always be there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm, there was one day where i was terribly distraught, and stressed, but i decided to click my "Daily Bible Verse" and viola.&lt;br /&gt;it said, "Look to the Lord and seek His strength. Seek his face always."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and at that point of time, i just broke down, in front of my comp. aiiiiiee.&lt;br /&gt;but i mean, it's super cool, cause of the 1 million verses that speaks about looking to God for strength, they gave me that verse, that explicitly said, &lt;strong&gt;seek his face always. &lt;/strong&gt;exactly what i've NOT been doing.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a significant thing about taking part in this event is how God has honoured me, when i've honoured Him first.&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing, really.&lt;br /&gt;I spent last night thinking about how amazing God has been, you know, allowing me decent grades (despite not studying much for those particular subjects.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And ohmygosh, it coincides with what Dani shared with her teens fellowship the week before.&lt;br /&gt;That is, we must excel in 2 areas.&lt;br /&gt;1. our studies- it's our responsibility as students&lt;br /&gt;2. our ministry- cause we're to honour God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yes, it's absolutely wonderful cause Dani's sharing has allowed me to place a lesson that can be learnt to my experience, and more wonderfully, Dani had been brooding about the lack of a real life example, and viola! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aikes. okay! more blessings stories.&lt;br /&gt;SIMON, woohooooo.&lt;br /&gt;im super amazed&amp;amp; happy.&lt;br /&gt;ah, you see, Simon was one of the spearheaders of the event, but due to NDP rehearsals, he hadnt been able to join us much for deco prep and all...&lt;br /&gt;and to think that he had a possibility of not turning up for the event due to NDP prac.&lt;br /&gt;the dilemma,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;skip the event vs ponteng prac and lose the "perfect attendance award"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but Praise God! cause HE HAS NO NDP PRAC TMR. woohoooo.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah! he'll be coming! ladeeedaaaaaaa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and ohhhh, yes!&lt;br /&gt;my grandad has agreed to be baptised. :)&lt;br /&gt;amazing! well yeah, it's the super hard and cycnical grandad.&lt;br /&gt;Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ladeeeeeeedaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna sleep now, or not i'll be a zombie tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;am super delighted, heh.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-5190721905703228115?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5190721905703228115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=5190721905703228115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5190721905703228115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5190721905703228115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/whooohooo.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-3082714131465891668</id><published>2008-07-24T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:24:58.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are quite the crazy kids.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, Prelims &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; even landed yet, and we're already planning what to do after A's.&lt;br /&gt;and today! Rachel, Pris Sam and I talked about where to work post A's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;. somewhere nice, where we can meet people, something fun will be ideal! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226548567818917330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SIhuOyIsVdI/AAAAAAAABIQ/vwqgWKD063E/s320/our+plans" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ohyeah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Post A plans.&lt;br /&gt;1.Clubbing (to satisfy Sofia&amp;amp;SK.) Probably a 1 time event, to look see, cause HELLO. do i even look like a clubber?!?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sheeeesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;or we could have a &lt;em&gt;soiree (&lt;/em&gt;sleepover!) @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Perd's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;. i can so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;imgaine&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;em&gt;what the hell? &lt;/em&gt;face when we turn up in PJ's and bolsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pubbing! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;. something more, sane. and fun, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt;. great music!&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;plusplus&lt;/span&gt;, we can DRESS UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.DINNER. DINNER. at some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; nice place, (Sam suggests Dempsey.) where once again, we can DRESS UP! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chen&lt;/span&gt;, i can feel you cringe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stay over at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;/ some random beach. and have a splendid midnight picnic. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;OHH&lt;/span&gt;. loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.MASS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;PON&lt;/span&gt; PROM. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;aikes&lt;/span&gt;. i so cannot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pon&lt;/span&gt; prom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; obliged to go. considering that i was in grad night comm, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ahhwells&lt;/span&gt;. if i can tweak the lucky draw results and win something... looking forward to prom might just be a possibility...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. PAINTBALL! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;woohooo&lt;/span&gt;. i think it's gonna be so fun! (and then the souls of millions of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;paintballs&lt;/span&gt; will come haunt me in the memory of their fallen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;comrade&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. IMAGE MAKEOVER FOR CHEN. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ohmy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;chen&lt;/span&gt;, in a dress? makeup? heels? rings? necklaces? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ohmemy&lt;/span&gt;. i wanna live to see the day that happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, we have to devise a money saving plan.&lt;br /&gt;or we might have to end up donning garbage bags and eat at chapalang food places to celebrate our freedom.&lt;br /&gt;so not cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;aikes&lt;/span&gt;. i love my class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;laaaaahhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;One more official day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ladeeedaaaa&lt;/span&gt;, to our 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; event that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ohmygosh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; getting the bouncy feeling just &lt;em&gt;thinking &lt;/em&gt;about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; excited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;exciteeeddddddddddddddddd&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank God that flowers are finally settled! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;WOOHOOO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;now what's left is to PRAY PRAY PRAY and to tie up all the loose ends, and viola! we're set to go. :D&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;today was like, teacher-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Sab&lt;/span&gt; was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*switches off the lights to facilitate clearer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ppt&lt;/span&gt; slides.*&lt;br /&gt;*yaks on about having balance in our essay*&lt;br /&gt;(a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; later, technician walks by. presumably (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;understandbly&lt;/span&gt;) freaked out, considering that he's speaking to a GP tutor. a sarcastic, and quite the cool GP tutor i must add.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technician: (mumbles) lights. (motions towards the switches)&lt;br /&gt;obviously he wants to check them right?&lt;br /&gt;ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;sab&lt;/span&gt;: "oh, i switched them off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. WHAT? Pris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; I just laughed, i mean. ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;sab&lt;/span&gt;? hello? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came Lit. (okay. paraphrasing a line from "Letter to His Brother. and i must add, its a really horrid paraphrase. i suck. i know.)&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tan: "&lt;em&gt;and he shook his arse..." , &lt;/em&gt;"that's quite cheeky right? pun unintended."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;well, we got the joke alright.&lt;br /&gt;to which Mrs Tan had in reply to our laughter, "Well, at least you guys were quite fast. The other class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; get it."&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Chiang&lt;/span&gt;, being him, piqued, "did you spend all night thinking of that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;mrs&lt;/span&gt; tan was being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; too. cause she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"In Unseen (prose), you either see it or you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; (one of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; phrases, amongst &lt;em&gt;helicopter view, ...and what do you think? (even though we already admitted we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; KNOW and have asked her the question!)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to which, i just had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's Unseen."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;aikes&lt;/span&gt;. should quit bitching bout the tutors lest they fry me.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh! and a shoutout to dear Gen, THE GUITAR PRES.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. gen, only you can shocked, amaze and make me proud all at once.&lt;br /&gt;HEH. and to Vic, congrats on your new appointment!&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU'RE AN EXCO MEMBER. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but eh. congrats!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-3082714131465891668?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/3082714131465891668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=3082714131465891668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3082714131465891668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/3082714131465891668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-are-quite-crazy-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SIhuOyIsVdI/AAAAAAAABIQ/vwqgWKD063E/s72-c/our+plans' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-1408997087613530773</id><published>2008-07-22T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:34:32.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commemorating&lt;/span&gt; my 500th post on a happy note.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225815155586337202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SIXTMkqTibI/AAAAAAAABII/lBcR6olVKng/s320/happyquek.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahah. saved this picture as happyquek. so it's quite apt ahhhh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what came in the post put a smile on my face!&lt;br /&gt;okay fine, to put it specifically, what came under the door. (my postbox's locked to prevent any spammers. heh. so if you guys want to mail me anthrax/ rotten prata or whatsoever... no entry by mail! ohwait. there's always the door. AHH. this is so not the point here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine, so i already expected it, was trying hard not to jump about in my seat during GP when the message came in, but...&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;at long last,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE POSTCARDS HAVE BEEN PRINTED. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Praise God!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks a milliongabillion to Wei Chang for taking time to go down to print the postcards.&lt;br /&gt;I owe you chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! So to all you people who want the postcard, beautifully handdrawn i must add, by our in house artist Qiyang. (who has also been commissioned to design a lounge area for the army AND also to paint a mural in NUH, the postcard might just be a HOT HOT collector's item in time to . come. :) )&lt;br /&gt;Come down this Saturday,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to Eden- Igniting the First Love&lt;br /&gt;630pm- 930pm&lt;br /&gt;Shalom Hall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-1408997087613530773?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/1408997087613530773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=1408997087613530773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1408997087613530773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/1408997087613530773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/commemorating-my-500th-post-on-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SIXTMkqTibI/AAAAAAAABII/lBcR6olVKng/s72-c/happyquek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-2501828062467498174</id><published>2008-07-20T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:49:48.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;one more week!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225090281345272082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SIM_7VruSRI/AAAAAAAABIA/c3Cu3HQdw3k/s320/CIMG0667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;heh. i wonder how many will want to burn me, cause instead of posting pics with YOUR faces, i post some pseudo-artyfarty shots of the art supplies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but anyway! it's cause there's only ONE MORE WEEK to the event!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;and while typing this, i feel so jumpy-happy-excited-pumped whooo!&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;you can tell im really excited eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im excited cause we can finally showcase all that we've been slogging for.&lt;br /&gt;im excited cause the video was tremendously well-received.&lt;br /&gt;im excited cause the preview last night went well.&lt;br /&gt;im excited cause everything's finally falling into place.&lt;br /&gt;and im SO EXCITED cause i think im really blessed! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. got link?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, yes! i think im remendously blessed.&lt;br /&gt;even though i threw myself into this event, im SO UBERLY HAPPYYY that my grades havent suffered (save for maths,) and it has actually improved! :D&lt;br /&gt;thank God for that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and im yay-yay blessed cause i have oh-so wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;people who encourage me when im down, and offer to help with the deco.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im superly blessed with a wonderful deco comm mate, QIYANG, who can draw like no one's business.&lt;br /&gt;annnddd. i think that the deco comm's perfect, though small.&lt;br /&gt;Qiyang's the artist, Simon's the video-ist and im the random-ideas person.&lt;br /&gt;i think we fit well together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;last but not least, I THINK OUR POSTCARDS CAN BE PRINTED!&lt;br /&gt;ohmy, the crazy postcards plagued with so many problems, can finally be printed.&lt;br /&gt;i pray and hope that everything will go well as hot tuna (hahaha. gundu weichang.) goes down to Printstop.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, what will i do without friends like these?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ladeeedaaa.&lt;br /&gt;im so super high now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what! Vic says he wants to use our lanterns for the Alpha Marriage Course as deco!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-2501828062467498174?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2501828062467498174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=2501828062467498174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2501828062467498174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2501828062467498174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-more-week-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SIM_7VruSRI/AAAAAAAABIA/c3Cu3HQdw3k/s72-c/CIMG0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-6792261004914501211</id><published>2008-07-17T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:17:33.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;whooo-blah-hooo-blah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixed emotions, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on one hand, im whoohooo-ed cause im really happy with my GP grade.&lt;br /&gt;looks like all that &lt;em&gt;topic keywords &lt;/em&gt;and the &lt;em&gt;topic sentences &lt;/em&gt;garnered me my first ever B for GP! woohoo indeed.&lt;br /&gt;though it wasnt an impressive B, (63) nonetheless, i managed to meet my target, and yes. im happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, the postcards for the 26th just cannot seem to be churned out.&lt;br /&gt;so many, so many obstacles in our way.&lt;br /&gt;so many hindrances that leave me speechless, exhausted in trying to rectify the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;obstacles that crushes all our efforts in redrawing, fretting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, my council chalet is TMR! and it's a big wooohoooo for me.&lt;br /&gt;cause i get to spend time with my lovely bunch of friends, and go crazyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;and plus, i dont have tuition on saturday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the &lt;em&gt;other &lt;/em&gt;hand. yes, i am beginning to look like a mutant i know.&lt;br /&gt;tmr's the lastlast time that im ever gonna don on my blazer.&lt;br /&gt;unless i decide to wear that to grad night/ my wedding/ your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;but that's unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;it's the 31st's commendation tmr, and here we are, as seniors, to watch them take our place as the next batch of student leaders.&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223965404707137426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SH9A25p_p5I/AAAAAAAABH4/JJLzT4Pdp0c/s320/presteppingdown.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love my 30th very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;my head's been having problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, that space was for you guys to fill in with the "airhead! goooon! brainless!" comments.&lt;br /&gt;heh. see? i pre-empted it all.&lt;br /&gt;but yes! my head's been having problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the on-off headaches, which invariably strike at night, why?&lt;br /&gt;and today! i was feeling extremely giddy and nauseated during the K's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, im pumped for tmr, ladeeedaaa.&lt;br /&gt;beautiful weekends, here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday's The Preview.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And for the deardear deco comm, ie. the 3 of us, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's like, the last day we can spend to do our deco stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let's press on shall we?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(And we'll just feign ignorance when they ask us, postcards? heh.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im feeling a mixture of apprehension and excitement thinking about the event.&lt;br /&gt;im pumped for it, i think it'll be reaaaally great.&lt;br /&gt;yet, on the other hand, im just worried for the deco aspect.&lt;br /&gt;really really worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH, i should just, grow more hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ohmygosh.ohmygosh. i just remembered.&lt;br /&gt;we were in the SC talking just now, and Em reminded us about the "let's go church visiting" thing.&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO. hang on to your horses, cause who knows?&lt;br /&gt;the gundus of a6 might one day invade xXon.&lt;br /&gt;and that'll be major coolios. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-6792261004914501211?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6792261004914501211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=6792261004914501211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6792261004914501211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6792261004914501211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/whooo-blah-hooo-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SH9A25p_p5I/AAAAAAAABH4/JJLzT4Pdp0c/s72-c/presteppingdown.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-6780780038113952034</id><published>2008-07-15T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:17:12.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love my class, version 903483&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, repeated that statement like, billions of times, but hey! I LOVE MY CLASS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cause we're the only spazoids who can, within a half an hour break, laugh so much till tears filled our eyes, tear a PLASTIC ten dollar note in half, open and slam windows will the crows in Potong Pasir died of shock (okay. not really.) and distract an ENTIRE class of J1s from their lesson, without getting caught! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we started off waving at this class, then we progressed to waving- maniacally.&lt;br /&gt;then we closed the windows and simultaneously opened it, &lt;em&gt;Enchanted &lt;/em&gt;style. AND THEN, we redid the whole window opening thing, but followed up with the illusion that we were travelling down the elevator. in the middle of all the hysterics, Chen came up with the idea of doing the Kallang Wave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so, we distracted this bunch of kids having math class, cause we were being bozos and were Kallang Waving away.&lt;br /&gt;We froze, pretending to take notes of them, stared at them till they got uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;heh. cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then, we wanted to stop all the nonsense, and so proceeded to send the message,&lt;br /&gt;"Stop Looking Pay Attention"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stop- Hand held out&lt;br /&gt;Looking- that finger to eye to crowd action&lt;br /&gt;Pay- Handing out a ten buck note&lt;br /&gt;Attention- Salute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;everything went smoothly till Rach, I DUNNO HOW, managed to tear the ten buck PLASTIC note.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;dont hang out with us if your bladder's gonna burst.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-6780780038113952034?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/6780780038113952034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=6780780038113952034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6780780038113952034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/6780780038113952034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-my-class-version-903483-well.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-5823025824226017391</id><published>2008-07-14T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:31:54.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eyeeeeeeeeeeeeeer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay. before i gross you guys out with my funky story about the incident that nearly made me puke, i'll address my taggies. HEH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;khiu; &lt;/strong&gt;thanks a gabillion for the Royce, WOOHOO. im gonna get a chocolate high. :) and yupp. you're UGGGLYYY from all that crying. and woopiee, i like that colour combi too. you flyingpig,uglypig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;evelyn;&lt;/strong&gt;heyaa! HMM. pics, i'll pass you your pic asap. and thanks for all your prayers! and also the yummy honey lemon drink during o1! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gen;&lt;/strong&gt;YOU CUT MY QUEUE TODAY! hahaha. and please, laugh at me?? TSK. and gen! dont worry too much okay! you're like, smartassed, so you will do fine yeahh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perd; &lt;/strong&gt;no worries man! im honoured to be quoted by you, even though i think my post was like, the least emoooofied. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simon;&lt;/strong&gt;HOIIIII! yes!! let's press on for the event! nothing's gonna get us down, laddeeeeddaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zhuang; &lt;/strong&gt;AHH. could you pass me a thumbdrive or something? :) YEAH. people who want photos, pass me a thumbdrive ohkay! it takes eons to upload, and.. i dont think my comp's equipped with a burner. haiiyoh. so chapalang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;okay! my gross story.&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i was on the 857, and there was this old man sitting, and i was standing reaaally near him (seperated only by an indian dude)&lt;br /&gt;and ohmygosh, i was MAJORLY FREAKED OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old man, he's scrawny, so when he sits, he's hunched, and huddles close to himself. and he has really cheekopek speacs, the large black framed types, and he has cheekopej teeth! like, a tooth is sticking out. and so, his appearance isnt the most inviting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then, he's blind too, so it's kinda freaky, cause all you can see are the whites of his eyes, and then and then, it was so freaky cause he had an extra thumb. YES. and EXTRA thumb, except that it wasnt fully formed, so it's rougly about 2/3rds the size of my pinky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and ohmyygoshhhh. he was like, chewing on that extra thumb's finger nail, he chewed it till the nail broke off, and then he SMELT it. (eww.ewwww.)&lt;br /&gt;and really, his extra thumb really freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;i thought that it'll be firmly attached to his hand, but nooooo.&lt;br /&gt;it was attached only by a piece of skin, and then, when he raised his hand, the extra thumb just flopped down ,and hung, and swayed by his hand! (ohewww.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by that time, i was really grossed out, and freaked out, but i couldnt move, considering it was jampacked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then the kicker, he started picking his nose. not pick like, the gentle pick, but he was.. vigourously digging his nostrils- in public. (thank god the indian dude was fast asleep.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and it was so mightily gross cause when he undug his booger, he started playing with it (ohh. what the heck.) and he SMELT it, again.&lt;br /&gt;this time, i was edging away, (and praying that "please! dont shoot at me!") and ohmygosh. he smeared it on the walls of the bus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OHMYGOSH. grossed out no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;best part of it all, i once sat next to him.&lt;br /&gt;ohgosh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222844656645398354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SHtFixxlX1I/AAAAAAAABHY/_pqH-irIfW0/s320/CIMG0671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since a06 was semi gushing about kids today, okay fine. so it was only a couple of us, here's Phoebe! who has, grown cuter. (in my opinion.) heh. from, scrawny kid, to cute. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-5823025824226017391?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/5823025824226017391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=5823025824226017391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5823025824226017391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/5823025824226017391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/eyeeeeeeeeeeeeeer.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SHtFixxlX1I/AAAAAAAABHY/_pqH-irIfW0/s72-c/CIMG0671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-7682524457709818270</id><published>2008-07-13T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T14:55:06.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SHmhKVG7KaI/AAAAAAAABHQ/33Tt3ENhJYM/s1600-h/gradnighters..JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i got tired of waiting for my pictures to upload,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SHmgQgunUCI/AAAAAAAABHI/YtGI-KVYkD0/s1600-h/sharon.jo..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222381448436600866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SHmgQgunUCI/AAAAAAAABHI/YtGI-KVYkD0/s320/sharon.jo..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; taken on the night before stepping down, :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways!&lt;br /&gt;im superthankful for all my friends, my lovely churchmates who are there to listen to me rant, to write notes of encouragement (thank Yinghui, Wanting! :)), to give little hugs to "pass on the positive energy", to help paint, cut, even though you guys have other plans on, to sit and listen even though you've just came back from an ENTIRE day of NDP training (thanks Simon!), to do this, and to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess a certain degree of selfcentredness had enveloped me during the past weeks while planning the deco, everything was about whether my efforts were gonna be appreciated, whether whatever we've done will turn out nice, whether deadlines can be met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after talking to you people, i finally realise that why this event &lt;strong&gt;differs from any event that i've done in Council&lt;/strong&gt; is cause im meant to this for my King, and ultimately, it's the heart, and the effort put in. :)&lt;br /&gt;yeaah, i'll admit i entered this event with the whole council mindset (hahaha, see how the 30th has impacted me so.)&lt;br /&gt;but now i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, my attitude has changed, which explains why i was feeling A-OK this morning even though the video couldnt be shown,&lt;br /&gt;He probably wanted us to delay it for a week, so that the video could coincide with the release of the postcards, and make things all the merrier. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's just 2 weeks to the event, and it's my sincere hope that NO ONE will miss this opportunity to unite as one youth, and come experience a great time of worship, and ignite God's First Love once again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO. excited. excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-7682524457709818270?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7682524457709818270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=7682524457709818270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7682524457709818270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7682524457709818270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-got-tired-of-waiting-for-my-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SHmgQgunUCI/AAAAAAAABHI/YtGI-KVYkD0/s72-c/sharon.jo..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-173103836264996093</id><published>2008-07-11T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T15:35:10.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;of stepping down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stepped down yesterday, took off my badge, blended in with the others.&lt;br /&gt;was on youtube just, re-watching the stepping down vid, and the other vids that were made during the council term, and once again, tears came into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think that when i first joined council, my only motivation was to be involved in Orientation, other than that, i wanted to be one who did not hold much responsibility. i vividly remeber whining to Perd about how the late nights were killing me (heh. sorry Perd!).&lt;br /&gt;but, it seemed that i wasnt destined to sit and slack, instead, responsibilities were placed upon me, grad night, FUNctions stuff, and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;and looking back, it's my involvement in stuff like that that has made my term incredibly fulfiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only on my part where i got to form bonds and ensure that events turn out successful, i managed to grow.&lt;br /&gt;and that's one of the things im really grateful for! :)&lt;br /&gt;talk to me a year back, i think i sound super duper different!&lt;br /&gt;looking back, we too are able to impact the lives of the others, through our actions (read Perd's blog for the link thing.) and other stuff like, make the new J1s feel at home! RIGHT GEN? :)&lt;br /&gt;Viewing the vids again, all the smiles on the J1's faces, and the amount of fun we've had, yeahh. im sorry to part with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stepping down- a myriad of emotions were present, gratefulness (for the opportunity to serve), nostalgia (for all the memories) and heartache (for removing the badge! and ending term.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us teared during Amanda's super moving speech,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From here on,we will not be wearing our badges&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from here on,we can stop being part-time frens,but concentrate on being full-time buddies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from here on,we promise our teachers that we will put our best foot forward for prelims and As&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from here on,our parents will be seeing more of us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from here on,we'll be passing the baton on to the 31st&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the kicker came when we recited our Council pledge and removed our badges.&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOO.&lt;br /&gt;tears, they just streamed down, and during the College Hymn, you could just hear sniffs, and craked voices. (thank god for the guys who sustained the song through, the girls were just dyiing on stage. heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess the sadest moment was when we were "Presenting the 30th Student Council for the very last time", our sincere bow, held there for longest period of time, and "Seasons of Love" playing while the curtains slowly drew to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotions running high, many couldnt hold back their tears, but well.&lt;br /&gt;our council term has finally drawn to a close, i love the 30th. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the &lt;strong&gt;functions &lt;/strong&gt;comm, WOOHOOO. thank you for being a amazinggggg, smashing, hyper-active, kuku comm! every single one of us managed to come up with extraordinarily creative ideas that ensured the success of Teacher's Day, Friendship Week and the many other events that we have helped organize. thank you for never giving up despite facing obstacles such as the movie screening, thank you for making council so enjoyable! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the &lt;strong&gt;grad night &lt;/strong&gt;comm, thank you for allowing me the chance to help organize the programmes, thank you for being so cool and composed during the event despite the couple of hiccups. thank you for being so proactive, travelling here and there, looking for charms, creating amazingly creative videos and just being there for each other despite the many late nights and stressful moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my fellow &lt;strong&gt;07A06 &lt;/strong&gt;councillors, WOOOHOOO. we're THE class with the most number of councillors, and im reaaaalyy happy that we're all active in council. the decision to run for council was a great one i say, thank you for being there, supporting each other throughout this entire journey. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note,&lt;br /&gt;thank God that i did reasonably well for my Econs.&lt;br /&gt;like, i managed a B for my essays! (ohmyyyyyygoshhhhh.)&lt;br /&gt;reallyreally gotta thank God for it cause i wasnt the most prepared on Earth, and i was stressing out seriously badly.&lt;br /&gt;thank God for sustaining me throughout everything! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-173103836264996093?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/173103836264996093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=173103836264996093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/173103836264996093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/173103836264996093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-stepping-down.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-7700058909928803412</id><published>2008-07-08T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:19:06.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;wonky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220660932771415042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SHODdUaZhAI/AAAAAAAABHA/Gl9IHO458RM/s320/vidites" border="0" /&gt;We, the VID-ITES, rock. (says me on Simon's blog.)&lt;br /&gt;(oooh. i rhyme. i rhyme.)&lt;br /&gt;(okay, fine. maybe i dont really rhyme... but still..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, considering the fact that we stayed back till 330pm, filming, and not concussing despite the madcapped running, yeahh! we're pretty darn good. HEH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And im sounding happier cause, the print guy tells me that the artwork can be rescaned into a sharper resolution! so no redrawing needed! :)&lt;br /&gt;that is.. if Qiyang can find a way to sharpen it. HMM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AHH. i wanted to reminisce about council, but okay! we'll save that to tmr.&lt;br /&gt;1 more day till i remove THE badge, relinquish my position, and cease to hango ut in the lovely SC.&lt;br /&gt;but ohwells, a journey well travelled,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mmm. my weird dinner of a cheese hotdog, durian! (MMM) and earl grey tea.&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD MAX.&lt;br /&gt;then again, leaving school at ten doesnt give you the chance to eat proper food. ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT ALL! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S gen and yanyue, you two are stinky pots. next time i will carry a chapalang bag so there's no point for you two to try and run away with it. HEH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.P.S Khiu, macdonald loves YOUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-7700058909928803412?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7700058909928803412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=7700058909928803412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7700058909928803412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7700058909928803412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/wonky.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SHODdUaZhAI/AAAAAAAABHA/Gl9IHO458RM/s72-c/vidites' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-2718602521657192512</id><published>2008-07-07T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:32:51.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;who knew printing could be such a pain in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;wrong resolution, check.&lt;br /&gt;no bleed around the borders, check.&lt;br /&gt;inability to print fonts, check.&lt;br /&gt;quite the major screwup, check.&lt;br /&gt;quite sick of all these screwups, check.check.check.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i dont think this is reserved solely for me, i pity our artist, the busy NS men, who had to redraw it ONCE, and most likely, has to redraw it again, unless we have some Einstein spark that paves an alternative, and brighter way out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised we're pumping in so much, so much, so incredibly much, effort into this event.&lt;br /&gt;coming to church for 4 hours straight of preparing deco, travelling up and down ,buying materials, meeting up with print people- who once again, guess what? tells me that our resolution CANNOT MAKE IT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and im tired, and i bet Qiyang's tired. (gosh. how in the world am i supposed to break the news to him again?)&lt;br /&gt;and i keep wondering, whether out efforts will be appreciated, or not.&lt;br /&gt;will the youths treat this event as just another stupid,crappy,cannot make it, sing-song session? or will they appreciate the drive behind the event, the efforts pumped in?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sadly, the majority that i've spoken too have set their attitudes in that manner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;incidentally, the verse that i've posted below reads "Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart."&lt;br /&gt;well, whether we're gonna end up &lt;em&gt;heartbroken &lt;/em&gt;remains to be seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gosh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-2718602521657192512?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/2718602521657192512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=2718602521657192512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2718602521657192512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/2718602521657192512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/ohmygosh.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-7669981696391892460</id><published>2008-07-06T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T00:48:42.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my college day experience.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time overall i say! it's the people that makes things fun, HEH.&lt;br /&gt;College day, aside from the uber-tiring standing in court shoes experience, the entire day was FUNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes! :D&lt;br /&gt;(madness in the SC accounts for like, 9000% of the fun. HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo's eyes are damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219564655364278562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SG-eZk0sCSI/AAAAAAAABFc/wJwShYoI0Kk/s320/my+eyes+are+damn+cool..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Khiu likes it so! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219566060742729730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SG-frYRBYAI/AAAAAAAABFs/61fGylS5uZY/s320/khiu,+jo%27s+eyes..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khiu's eyes are damn cool too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219564739061312322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SG-eecnna0I/AAAAAAAABFk/p2kbrMYrJlU/s320/khiu%27s+eyes+are+damn+cool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(oh you know, my pri school mate told me that if you hold your eyebrow up with your finger for like, 15 mins each day, you can gradually begin to do this. REALLY HUH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219563966997356162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SG-dxgdOXoI/AAAAAAAABE8/Kx8_wAgV3hs/s320/jo+khiu%27s+eyes.+betterrr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Jo likes it too! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from stupid pictures, (KHIUS! sorrry. your crying pig picture was too large to upload on blogger. *^$&amp;amp;%#^#!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did stupid adverts, like how khiu hears her Khong Guan biscuits soooo much.&lt;br /&gt;(so typical China advert face khiu. the fake, my-product-is-so-good-and-is-not-soaked-in-lead look.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219564549057176882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SG-eTYzGZTI/AAAAAAAABFU/8Nvdw1IdkD0/s320/khiu%27s+khong+guan+commercial..jpg" border="0" /&gt;And me! advertising my Vagary watch.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. (thanks guys so much for it! :))&lt;br /&gt;sorry ahhh, my :D smile cannot make it, so must opt for the undersated cool look.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219564431260925458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SG-eMh-SPhI/AAAAAAAABFM/O5Ntqn7b6Es/s320/my+watch+commercial..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;there was this time, when i was snapping someone, i didnt know Khiu snuck up behind me, being spazoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219566316573616482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SG-f6RT26WI/AAAAAAAABF8/u73KZfHDYQA/s320/scary+khiu..jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well yeah, that was till i turned round to show her the picture, and SCREAMED really loudly.&lt;br /&gt;thanks Rach for capturing the moment. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219566417333128738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SG-gAIqzDiI/AAAAAAAABGE/NctfhIP1T6s/s320/scares+jo!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from weirdy scares, we captured ONE of the council scandals!&lt;br /&gt;*Aruna!* *Perdana!*&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. dont kill me Perd. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219566236406140274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SG-f1mqcTXI/AAAAAAAABF0/rZbVVXMTXKg/s320/arunaaaperd..jpg" border="0" /&gt;but you gotta admit, sweet pic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alrightey, and then, we got possesed by the spastic spirit, (i mean. when were we ever normal? (aliteration of the W- letter further reinforces how Weird we are.) heh.) (ohmygosh, i have no idea where my brackets open and close.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219566567575140530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SG-gI4XSOLI/AAAAAAAABGM/shyVcQ3WGUA/s320/eye+check..jpg" border="0" /&gt;EYECHECK! with the spoons that came with the brownies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jeriel has it on film, my eyecheck incident. HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jo: "H-E-R W-O-R-L-D, 6/6 Vision!!! *all happy liked*"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;when, no1, i was spelling the cover of "her world"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no2, my lens were blurry, so that.. was quite goon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;OHMYGOSH!&lt;br /&gt;AND THE MOST LOSER JUMPSHOT EVER. EVER. EVER. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SG-d7-NlPPI/AAAAAAAABFE/y1AIVYdF-Hw/s1600-h/loser+jumpshot!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219564146783501554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SG-d7-NlPPI/AAAAAAAABFE/y1AIVYdF-Hw/s320/loser+jumpshot!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gosh, the laws of physics dictated that the tie should fly into my face when jumping with the wind blowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha. epitome of jumpshot loserfidiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, back in the SC, we were having this madcapped fighting thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo (Khong Guan lid as shield, hanger) VS Khiu (mop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219563809470453250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SG-doVn4lgI/AAAAAAAABE0/QA_UTwYqwtU/s320/haiiyaaak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pause madness pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hear my blazer so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219567118175693074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SG-go7gr6RI/AAAAAAAABGc/V1wKMpBvjF4/s320/i+heart+my+blazer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping Down's next Thursday, WOAH, so fast.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Was with Em today at Bras Basah (woohoo. managed to pop by Food for Thought)&lt;br /&gt;to print YOUR stepping down certs.&lt;br /&gt;well, we've come a long way, all of us.&lt;br /&gt;but well! it's time to pass on the baton to the juniors (who, in my opinion, have to still grow.)\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as what they say, "it's the person that makes a councillor, not the badge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219567051466361202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SG-glC_8SXI/AAAAAAAABGU/SR8929WlFuc/s320/great+council+debrief.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah! College day was kinda fun,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll miss the 30th alot i guess!&lt;br /&gt;Stepping down, tear fest, here we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219563634121063634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SG-deIZVPNI/AAAAAAAABEs/iS6eZSoo3es/s320/HEARTS..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Sharon: HEYYY! yeahhman. we need to conquer this insurmountable obstacle, and get our As! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Pris: hahah. and you're implying that i have all those qualities? :)&lt;br /&gt;Khiu: thanks for the pictures! YEAHMAN, college day was funner cause of all the spasticity that we got up too. wont miss ya!&lt;br /&gt;Gen: hey you! how was your stall?? mygosh. i didnt see you around school, DID YOU PONTENG?&lt;br /&gt;becca: Thanks for helping out! really appreciated it. and yes! we should have baked them. they looked so, bakeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the note of prep for the 26th's event, stuff is getting underway. which is great, and whooohoo. once again, another verse to share!&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys will be heartened by it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart,as working for the Lord, not for men, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord that you are serving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colossians 3: 23-24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp! So, to everyone involved in the event, i hopehopehope that you'll be encouraged to put in your 900000000% of effort. even though practices are uber long, or deco prep takes eons, i pray that we will NOT be discouraged, and instead, continue to look to the Lord for strength! :)&lt;br /&gt;let's press on guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOHOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-7669981696391892460?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/7669981696391892460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=7669981696391892460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7669981696391892460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/7669981696391892460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-college-day-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SG-eZk0sCSI/AAAAAAAABFc/wJwShYoI0Kk/s72-c/my+eyes+are+damn+cool..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-90344288291078582</id><published>2008-06-30T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:26:00.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;of responsibilites, and expectations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When put in the position of responsibility, you'll defintely want to ensure that whatever you're put in charge of, turns out well right?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, this explains the sudden crap-i-am-so-scared-of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, everything seems so, half-done, nothing is finalized yet, nothing concrete has been produced, and the deadlines are drawing nearer,&lt;br /&gt;and there are a gazillion things to get done, printing, deco prep, invites, video, the likes.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention condescending sales rep who chirp "if you dont know what gloss paper is, go down to any print shop, or Printstop" in reply to my question of, what is gloss paper?&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ew, i typed out one whole chunk.&lt;br /&gt;ewwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably it's cause im TIRED now, and trying to accomplish stuff is just making me fall flat on my face.&lt;br /&gt;or it's probably cause of the headache inducing "Wanted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHMYYYYGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;anyone in their good mind shouldnt watch it.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. so horrid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, watch it if you wanna see Angelina Jolie i guess, but other than that, i wouldnt recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;1, it's action is so... far-fetched&lt;br /&gt;2, the manner in which it is shot, Matrix-y styled, slow panning, zooms, stuff that causes HEADACHES.&lt;br /&gt;3, it has a stupid moral slant to it. crappy nonsense about searching for his identity and the likes. if i wanted to know more about my identity, i'll have just signed up for H2 Lit classes. Mrs Tan will be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I wouldnt recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks a gabillion to KHIU for treating us to Anderson's! mmm.&lt;br /&gt;my childhood icecream that the mum used to buy, and so, i managed to relive it today!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;hazelnut chip.&lt;br /&gt;MMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;becca&lt;/strong&gt;: ohh, haiyah. long story, i will tell you next time! AND YOU! why didnt you come on Sunday??! hahaha. you missed out on coooooolios backupping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KHIU!:&lt;/strong&gt; aikes, what FUNctionist!? HAHAH. aww, im so flattered. someone actually thinks im funny! :) so KHIU!, you must spread your ideology around. tell the world! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pris:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAH. they said ideal whaaat. you cannot fault me for that right? :) but yeah, i know that NO ONE on earth fully fits the bill, so either i have to lower my standards, or accept the person's flaws, or not get attached. HAHAHA. or fall in love with some cartoon character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh. and the Miss Malaysia pagent this year is so morbid.&lt;br /&gt;like, instead of voting for the contestent, you eliminate them by killing them off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://www.missworldmalaysia.com.my&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(okay. so i am an IT dongdong who cannot seem to somehow meld the links in my text. so shoot me.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;no wait. then again, im not a contestant, so shooting me isnt an option. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14479733-90344288291078582?l=imploding-chickens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/feeds/90344288291078582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14479733&amp;postID=90344288291078582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/90344288291078582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14479733/posts/default/90344288291078582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imploding-chickens.blogspot.com/2008/06/of-responsibilites-and-expectations.html' title=''/><author><name>jo.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17360955966782889107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GT131YfQJ8/SLgnpon2XfI/AAAAAAAABOE/dhkNajDu9w8/S220/unglam!'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14479733.post-2667690049349660997</id><published>2008-06-26T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:44:51.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of all things to be tagged by...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RACHEL WONG! WHAT ATAG!&lt;br /&gt;hahahha. the quiz is so.. like im consulting Love Doctor or something.&lt;br /&gt;butohwells, rather bear my soul (haha!) than risk getting squished by you or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so here goes nothing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably beat the living daylights out of the guy.&lt;br /&gt;Or in the words of Rach, be "pretty darn explosive."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or I'll probably to hurt to think about anything,&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. violence seems more probable though. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If you can have dreams come true, what will they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If getting A's in the A Levels were to be as easy as simply &lt;em&gt;dreaming&lt;/em&gt; about it, then yeah! A's!&lt;br /&gt;And also, for myself and my family and friends to be eternally happy (haha. more perks to know me.)&lt;br /&gt;And, to have a great big beautiful house that's equipped with all the imaginable facilities in the world,&lt;br /&gt;to travel to many places in the world, and meet people!&lt;br /&gt;oh, and to be taller! things happen to look better from up there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahaha. i havent really thought about this yet, but i dont really want to stick to those traditional Chinese weddings, with the horrid march in songs and EW. cheesy max.&lt;br /&gt;i want something, different!&lt;br /&gt;dont know what quatifies different just as yet, but yeah. different.&lt;br /&gt;oh! but i know what i want to do, have a trash-the-dress photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;(i think the concept&amp;amp; the the pictures- check out Flickr! is really cool!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well, in my perfect little plan, it's University that lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;then getting into a great course, meeting fantastic people, securing a great job, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(hahah. RACH.)&lt;br /&gt;UMM. someone who's smart, funny, witty, able to handle&amp;amp; shoot back sarcastic remarks with ease, someone who's able to communicate, who's fun, who doesnt hate kids, who isnt a MCP!&lt;br /&gt;and ahh, the usual sappy stuff that girls go on about. oh&amp;amp;oh, a non-smoker, and a christian, and appreciates reading and music, who smells nice,and is not obnoxious and has a penchant for anything sweet! (then he wouldnt feel so forced to treat me to B&amp;amp;J's or something. hahahha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.Which is more blessed? Loving someone, or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ehhh, i'll say being able to have both is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;but since i gotta choose, i'll pick being loved.&lt;br /&gt;or probobaly loving someone... or being loved.. or..&lt;br /&gt;oh! i'll pick both lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i love my mum, but if she makes me wait for more than 30 mins.. i kinda get impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, okay fine. so im not sure about that, cause of the absence of this particular someone!&lt;br /&gt;hahah, so therefore. it's a pretty much void question. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is attached, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;scream, cry and die.&lt;br /&gt;no really, keep is a secret! or find greener pastures. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. If there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;uh, ive been happy this week, so no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well, it's as fun as sitting through a 3 hour maths paper, trying hard to create an answer, but failing miserably at it.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. that fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. How do you see yourself in 10 year's time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OHMYGOSH. I WILL BE 28.&lt;br /&gt;and that's like, so old!&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i see myself having a great career (i hope i hope!), more wordly and not cracking stupid jokes like what i've been doing all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My family, friends.&lt;br /&gt;ohh, what a duhhh question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fun to hang around with, looks like a Jap Anime charater with her hair down, Ms Lee with it up, my fellow FUNctions mate, and friendly&amp;amp;joyful classmate! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha. Rach, looks like ive forgiven you for tagging me already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Would you rather be single&amp;amp; rich, or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i rather be single but rich!&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i'll have the ability to jet around the world and all.&lt;br /&gt;and being single&amp;amp;rich doesnt connote unhappiness, whereas, since couples always seem to fight over cash, being married but poor seems like a recipie for disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wake up, and sit on my bed for a few seconds, all blur-liked, say a short morning prayer to perk myself up, and get ready for school!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Would you give it all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nahh. cause if the guy absconds, then.. that wouldnt be a really pretty scene.&lt;br /&gt;OH. go and read Tony Parson's Man and Boy.&lt;br /&gt;or try Nick Hornby's About A Boy.&lt;br /&gt;(i know, what's up with the titles right? nothing of that sort though. great reads, witty Brit humour,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. If you fall in love with 2 people simultaneously, who will you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is that even possible?&lt;br /&gt;um. i'll pick the one without the BO i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;THE PEOPLE IM GONNA TAG,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUFFFFFEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. dearest Gen! i wanna see your answers!&lt;br /&gt;2. KHIU. i think you've got alot to say about this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;3. Charmaine! hahah. i think you'll just die halfway, like me.&lt;br /&gt;4. gosh, any guys? i have no idea. probably Perd, the mini love doctor. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;5. 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