<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943</id><updated>2009-10-13T12:21:29.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... i'm still here...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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sleepy liao -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-1510668079967614849?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/1510668079967614849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=1510668079967614849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/1510668079967614849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/1510668079967614849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-ive-shifted-my-blog-to.html' 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shift my blog somewhere else, i shall urge you all to go here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://bridgettbelle.livejournal.com/"&gt;Bridgetbelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- a blogshop belonging to my dearest sajiao jane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Get some nice apparels there and i will be grateful to you, but i won't give u anything in return. haha. spread words around if you like it. no commission basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: man. this blog is so damn outdated. look out for the change. soon.&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/13869943-8686643673373814929?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-1322250725120182104</id><published>2009-03-15T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:50:26.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the secret</title><content type='html'>bro forced me to watch "the secret" with him today. it's not a movie, but a dvd filled with inspiriting, motivating talks from different professionals in the world. i didn't really finish the dvd because i'm sleepy. but okay, after watching it, i do feel that i shall be more positive so that i can have a easier, better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri nite, i went over to IT fair and no.1's place for a overnight mahjong session which turned out to be more of chit chat and clip session. i actually didn't sleep at all as i was busying chatting with no.1 for the whole night. no.2, 4 and 5 still managed to catch some sleep. aniwae, sat was still with them. went for movie, 'Departures', badminton and meals. back to home for serious sleeping @ 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the way i wrote this entry wasn't interesting. muahha.&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, do catch the movie 'departures'.&lt;br /&gt;it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;and thought provoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-1322250725120182104?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/1322250725120182104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=1322250725120182104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/1322250725120182104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/1322250725120182104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2009/03/secret.html' title='the secret'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-1203153034438851305</id><published>2009-03-04T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:03:08.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed</title><content type='html'>i dunno why but im feeling a bit tired now. *note: tired is not equal to emo.*&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because i'm afraid i can't meet the deadlines this time.&lt;br /&gt;well, i do plan out the time needed to finish a particular project and stuffs, not having much troubles with meeting deadlines, usually.&lt;br /&gt;however, this time i don't think i'll be able to make it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;ouch. and particular issue 3 newsletter coming up too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have the trouble of sleeping without my mind sleeping. *note: that's why i appeared to look and feel tired.*&lt;br /&gt;when my body is asleep, my mind continues reminding me that i must "place blah blah on blah section, wat color should be able to match with wat color, mus remember to check out wat website for reference blah blah, mus finish blah by blah time and blah blah blah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloooody blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-1203153034438851305?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-3893652294553850826</id><published>2009-03-01T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:30:37.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outspoken</title><content type='html'>i suppose, it's not too good to be outspoken and direct.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's better to keep some thoughts to yourself rather than sharing it out, because some things are better meant to be kept in the heart/mind, even if it meant that you are faking to look as if nothing had happened before. People with too much opinions and self-righteous will be deemed as annoying and no one will then appreciate what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a point to contradict.&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with being true to yourself and speaking up when you just felt like you have to do so? at most, some people will detest you and think you're trying to be mean and difficult to handle.&lt;br /&gt;people without a mind of her/his own will usually be treated as the adorable, harmless and innocent species.&lt;br /&gt;a teacher once told me, innocent on the surface refers to someone who is pure but on the other side, it means you are ignorant and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which type are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is nothing but playing mind games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: don't try that on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-3893652294553850826?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/3893652294553850826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=3893652294553850826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/3893652294553850826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/3893652294553850826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2009/03/outspoken.html' title='outspoken'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-4840019515135199750</id><published>2009-02-18T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:28:13.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harsh remarks</title><content type='html'>clarification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i sound harsh in the previous entry on work life?&lt;br /&gt;well, i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just stating some thoughts, no hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;no emo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;to me, it's kinda normal thou.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not depressed definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not saying that i don't like our company.&lt;br /&gt;every company has it's good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;the same goes for ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we do have a more flexible time.&lt;br /&gt;boss is more like a friend then someone who's way superior and high up there. ya, there.&lt;br /&gt;we do have fun chatting random stuffs in office and there's no politics.&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh. Because it's too small to have politics. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;depending on how you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just trying to sort my thoughts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotional vs rational.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-4840019515135199750?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/4840019515135199750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=4840019515135199750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/4840019515135199750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/4840019515135199750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2009/02/harsh-remarks.html' title='harsh remarks'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-5670392896096002768</id><published>2009-02-18T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:55:58.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring entry</title><content type='html'>this is a boring entry.&lt;br /&gt;but it's important to me. at least.&lt;br /&gt;many thoughts ran through my mind and i had to pin it down somewhere and it's gonna be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, for a start.&lt;br /&gt;i just had a dinner with lamb who's stuck in VW and a new friend, alright, the word 'new' sounds weird. she's cat from Elzeno and i actually didn't know she's the C.D. (not compact disc) over there. Actually i had to admit that i got her and valencis also from Elzeno mixed up. But nevermind, she's a nice and chatty, easy to get along with and a very motivated person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had quite a long chat, mainly between lamb and her and mostly on work. They shared their opinions and stuffs that are quite valuable to me because they made me think. Till a point of time, they asked me about my work and the company I'm in. Spoke a bit on it and their responses are very much similar to what my other friends commented when they asked about the condition of my work and company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dozens of friends, i'm exaggerating a bit, but still, quite many asked me about my pay, my benefits, basically my work life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should write it in a conversational way so that it's more easy to understand. The "Friend" will stand for many friends because all almost had the same questions and response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: How much you earning a month ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 1'X'00.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: That is before probation period right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes and no. we don't have a probation period so i'm earning that amount since like er nine or ten months back.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Huh... no pay increment?&lt;br /&gt;Me: We had a talk with him before and he promised to increase our pay when we reached the 1 year mark. So ya, waiting for that moment lor which is soon to be coming. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: But do you know that most of them (refering to other junior designers like us) had pay increment after 3 months and it's at least a 200 increment. You all 'lugi' for many months leh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes we know that all along. Colleague and me did discuss before and we were thinking that since it's a new start up and the boss is being very nice to us so we shall not be too calculative at the beginning. But then ya.. if upon the 1 year mark, there's still no increment or the increment is on the low side like a hundred or two, then most probably, we will re-consider our stand and if we will carry on like that.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Okay, then what's the benefits your company give you all?&lt;br /&gt;Me: er... hmmm.. good question... hmm.. no?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: er no.. as in no benefits? oh, sometimes will treat us to meals considered?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Dots.... Okay, any bonus this year?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope...&lt;br /&gt;Friend: what about 13th month?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Insurance?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Medical reimbursement?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Friend: OT pay?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope, designers don't usually get OT pay one lar. Hours are quite flexible thou some can claim OT as leave but we don't have.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Okay, Leave terms?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 14 days.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Unused leave leh? can claim as money?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope, but can carry forward at most 7 days thou.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: So till now still never increase pay right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya...&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Can i ask you something most important?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Why are you still in the company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very good question. It's a question everyone's asking me and what's worst, colleague and i asked ourselves this question too. so when cat asked me what makes me stay there, i barely know what i wanna say. I only managed to say something like, coz the boss is nice and i don't have the heart to break the dream of a young man whose very driven in his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it also means that the only thing that made me stay in the company is the boss and my one and only colleague. The work there is not fantastic, in fact some are ... never mind. There's even this particular client who my boss say will never ever wanted to work with them anymore because they are bad client and they pay damn little for many many things but till now, we are still working with them. They criticized my first web design work till very shitty. At first i do get hurt because seriously it was my first web design. That was like months ago but then now, i have a natural wall of defense shielding me against their attacks. I'm being mean and unprofessional here. My work standard varies with the kind of client i have. If i think the client is worth the effort and time, then i'll do that. If not, then too bad. I know it shouldn't be that way if I'm professional and responsible, so i'm trying to change. Of coz, trying doesn't mean it will be achieved. Pride issue. I know my boss knows very well that I don't want to have anymore to deal with them so for the latest changes, he offered to do and then get rid of that client, hopefully he really did get rid of them. And yes, lee hom's new song, loosely translated as " I can't be bothered with you", is what i would like to dedicate to that client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side tracked. Okay back.&lt;br /&gt;So why am i still there?&lt;br /&gt;Good question again. I'm repeating. Yes while I'm typing this, I'm trying to come up with a reason to persuade myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it's the boss and colleague. Gosh. That's really all i can think of.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I'm waiting for the pay increment so that i can use it to console myself when my morale's running low.&lt;br /&gt;It has been months of guessing between shiping and me, on how much increment there will be. And if it's so miserable, then maybe shiping can go be teacher and i go sign on army hahaha *not funny* or go back NYP be asst lecturer etc since that day during Huifen's birthday party, Mr Adrian did spoke to me about it. Not a very bad idea because it's a "metal rice bowl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why i really look forward to the increment is because i needed it. It's not just a want now, it's a need. I need more money to support my family. My pay now doesn't allow me to really make my family have a easier life. It is sufficient for personal bills, kopi and vegetable money for parents, transport, food, little recreation and insurance( yes i have insurance because i scare i die young and my parents will have nothing, choy *touchwood*). However, it's not sufficient for savings (hardly save), travel trips for the whole family to further places other than Malaysia, and to support a drinking father who borrows money from me to drink till i throw temper and he now, turns to borrow money from my mother. Guess what, in the end i scare my mother not enough money to spend so i gave my mother some more, so it's like I'm still lending money to my father to drink. Seriously, I have already no idea what can i do to stop my father from drinking. I tried means, writing letters to him expressing my thoughts in a peaceful way, buying him stuffs to distract him from the alcohol, bringing him out to have much better meals, playing mind games like if he can lessen his intake of alcohol then every week i will get him something he wanted till i cannot tahan, become scold him, then ignoring him, then back to talk to him, then play game with him, then joking with him then the story continues, and the drinking continues as well. Now, it's more like i've given up. All i can do is to try to earn and save as much as i can. Everything is about money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told myself before. One day if i were to quit to be a designer, it's either my passion had totally died or I need to go elsewhere to earn more in the shortest time i can. In a 'true-blooded' designer's life, passion is more important than anything else. For me, money speaks more because without money, passion will die with the reality of life. That reminds me that, I've always ranked Family as the first, Friends being second, career third and relationship last. Well, that's because I'm not in a relationship ha! If i happened to have one, it will be third or second, depending. I don't want to be a workaholic, worked through my life and missed out on my life. The movie, Click, make sense to me. Oh, but i was saying money is very important to me. A bit on the contradicting side isn't it? Then again, not really. The only reason why i wanted money is not because being rich makes me more upper-class. It's more like, i need the money for survival and to bring my parents to different places to enjoy their lives. I don't need Gucci and LV, neither do i want just 'this fashion'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i've talked a lot and drifted somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm having a conclusion here but just felt more relaxed after 'releasing' some of my ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-5670392896096002768?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/5670392896096002768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=5670392896096002768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/5670392896096002768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/5670392896096002768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2009/02/boring-entry_7382.html' title='boring entry'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-8054938680876478217</id><published>2009-02-13T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:05:28.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream, body, mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;baobei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, do you know that if you had a dream, it means your body is repairing but your brain isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then is good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;baobei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er... it's good for your body but not for your brain i supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay  -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming a lot these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-8054938680876478217?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/8054938680876478217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=8054938680876478217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/8054938680876478217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/8054938680876478217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream-body-mind.html' title='dream, body, mind'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-8068486034362367743</id><published>2009-02-01T23:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:15:46.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>i'm so tired and drained.&lt;br /&gt;can't think properly and keep shitting aka laosai but got work to do...&lt;br /&gt;good health must come to me pls.&lt;br /&gt;i should try to have meals on right timing, right proportion, enough rest, personal time, good mood, exercise often so that i can don't fall sick. i think i don't fall sick frequently (not to mention sinus), but once i'm sick, i will be sick for damn long period of time and my mood will go all the way down... when everything's over, i will be back to my "high" self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's like a roller coaster...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-8068486034362367743?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/8068486034362367743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=8068486034362367743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/8068486034362367743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/8068486034362367743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2009/02/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-6684875512924545162</id><published>2009-01-21T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:46:56.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preempt CNY issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CNY's coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to it and i'm not looking forward to it. contradicting right.&lt;br /&gt;Aiii, i'm looking forward to the break, to the times whereby i can just sit back at home, look at my mother walking in and out of the kitchen, scolding us once in a while when we did something wrong. But then again, CNY period no one is allowed to say bad stuffs or throw temper. Oh oh oh, and partner and i surely do look forward to the angbaos!!! money money money~ $$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i'm not looking forward to will be, the endless irritating questions from relatives. So, to preempt awkwardness between relatives and me, i better prepare myself well enough to face the questions asked "annually". Yea, yea, yea i've memorized what to say already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: Relative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D = Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: Ah ni, what you studying now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: I graduated long time ago already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: Ah ni, What are you currently doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: I working in a branding company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: What is your company name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: Slice of Life Designs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: Oh, never hear before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: Boss good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: Colleague good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: how many in company?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: HUH???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: boss, colleague and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: HUH?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: newly start up company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: oh........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hao lian R: Ah ni, how much you earn ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: ok lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hao lian R: Ok is how much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: enough to survive but not as much as your son/daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hao lian R: so is less than 2 k ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hao lian R: Oh, my son ah, he haven graduate already got big 4 looking for him to work under them. Starting pay confirm more than 2.5k lar. my daughter hor, going to be a dentist soon. got many guys like her but she don't like them lor ... blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: congrats. *looking around for bak kua*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: Ah ni ah, got how much bonus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: *shakes + smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: oh. yea lar, recession. my bonus also got cut. cut a bit lar, but heng still got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: ha. ya. *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEWLY ADDED QNS THIS YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;R: why ah boy (my brother) never come ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: he don't want to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;R: why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: he no job so don't want to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;R: Aiyoooo why lose job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: quarrel with boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;R: how come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: boss eat his no pay leave and they just can't get along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;R: why ah boy till now still never have a stable job ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;R: ah boy girlfriend leh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: break already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;R: waaaaaaaaaaaaa break again ah?? change girlfriend ahh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;R: so now got another one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: er. maybe another 2. er... or 3. or er 4... er... or...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;R: wa.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i only intend to tell them my brother didn't go because he went overseas with friends or something like that. It's gonna be a lie. but my mother insisted that we tell the truth. my brother say don't want, tell truth means the relatives will again look down on us. well, they always look down on us anyway. but what surprised me was that, my mama said:" Just tell the truth that ah boy lost his job so he don't want to go grandpa house. Yes, they look down on us, so what? This will motivate you two to work harder next time so that people won't look down on us. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We don't lie coz we don't have to lie.&lt;/span&gt;" wah... my mother reminds me of the little nyonna, yueniang's mother. the xiang yun ah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TOP ASKED QNS (Standard format)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: Ah ni, got boyfriend already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: no. *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: Aiyooo, not small already hor, must faster go get one then bring here take angbao mah~ why? too shy is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: Then why? so chosey ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: Then why don't have? cannot always so shy you know if not next time cannot marry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: haven meet the right one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: why so long still no right one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: how i know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: you not anxious ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: anxious no use. got means got, no have means no have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: you no friend is it so shy one. from small shy till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: *smile* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: you like what kind? Come, aunty intro you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: how can you don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: I really don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: Aiyo, go outside make friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R: Next year must bring boyfriend here okay? (6th time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;D: *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well. can't blame me for being so "shy" and "anti-social" during house visits to grandpa hse on Chu 1 right. I think i can sit and stone in a tiny corner, waiting for the day to pass. oh, and worst thing is that the kids grow damn fast and i bet most are taller than me esp they have the "tall genes". I wonder what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;CNY come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: i miss the baby me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-6684875512924545162?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/6684875512924545162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=6684875512924545162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/6684875512924545162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/6684875512924545162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2009/01/preempt-cny-issues.html' title='Preempt CNY issues'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-5145006651006504564</id><published>2008-12-28T17:34:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:08:46.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20081220 NERDS Xmas Party</title><content type='html'>On the 20th this month, i had a wonderful xmas party with my "old-friends".&lt;br /&gt;I got to say, i still feel most comfortable with them (*not all but most) because of the "chemistry, trust and understanding". Of coz, it's not that other friends are not good or what, it's just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group of so called "sec sch gang" just give me the feeling that, if something were to happen to me someday *choy*, i'm very sure they will be there to help me through even though we may not meet up often. Definitely, if something were to happen to them, i'll be there for them too. On top of that, they accept me for who i am and vice versa. everyone has flaws in our character and there's no point asking people to change themselves in order to feel "better". we "tekan" each other and none took it to heart, that's how our friendship lasted 10(some 8, yes janie penguin) years and it's still going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, sharke dislike my short temper and "ai-mai" attitude *i believe so* and i dislike her "fly me kite" and "many lies don't think i dunno". but we never ask each other to change because we're not saints. we don't give grace. suddenly, i rmbed the day before i met her for dinner and we were on the topic of "trust". i was saying, sometimes i have this feeling that people don't trust me enough because i always play a fool and seldom get "serious". when i'm serious, i get too serious and people were afraid of me or whatever. like i think i "scare" my boss and partner shiping once. haha. guess what shark say. ok don't guess. she said, "don't worry. there's always me around. other people don't trust you, nvm. i trust you can already!" and she carried on eating her food. simple remark, not even really looking at me but i know she meant it. easy, i carried on eating my food as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also like, janie penguin ganna "tekan" from me some years ago and we didn't speak to each other for like months? 7 months? or more? actually i don't really rmb what was that about but i know for those months thou we were having a "cold war" but we still care for each other. right? right. oh suddenly rmb. think it was some personality issue and i was hoping she could change but she had her own thinking kinda thing. in the end, how did we "patch" ah? nvm, we just "patched". and now, i don't ask her to change and she really, uh never change. hahaha but she also never ask me to change lar. at most "tekan" back lar. who scare who? that day still specially called me during working hours to ask stupid and random questions like "who is fan dao ai?" "she died you know?!! is it a big news? wahh... newspaper all got her photo lehhh". wah lao. i feel like slaughtering the penguin for my dinner then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, we're not perfect so let's just make do with it. oh, except for debbie. she's really perfect to me, no flaws. angel, angel angel angel... the only angel i know, the others are civilians. according to my boss's term, debbie gives "grace"~ if god were to give my boss power, i think everyone will die except for debbie. but i believe when we die, debbie will kill herself in order to be with us. then god will revive her and she will kill herself again. ok, i shall not talk about god and grace because i'm a buddist.. amituofu, amituofu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i realized this is a damn f***ing long entry and since i don't blog so often so nvm lar, this blog can last for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i've drifted so damn far away from my xmas nerd party. ok back.&lt;br /&gt;the nerd party's theme was set by janie penguin and is she really "nerd"?&lt;br /&gt;hai hao only lorrrrrrrrr, still dare to ask me and shark if we were "steady, ready, nerdy?" shark and me got the "are you all kidding feel?!" when ah gong opened the door lor. here comes the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS COPYRIGHT belongs to Janie the penguin. she PS-ed the photos too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdYm-4PMtI/AAAAAAAAAqE/1_M70Pg0wQY/s1600-h/img_5281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdYm-4PMtI/AAAAAAAAAqE/1_M70Pg0wQY/s320/img_5281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284790114479715026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best host, Fabian and Debbie angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdXiAtWSNI/AAAAAAAAApM/m31yMMeBTsM/s1600-h/IMG_5211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdXiAtWSNI/AAAAAAAAApM/m31yMMeBTsM/s320/IMG_5211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284788929559939282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Janie penguin and bluey blue blue. penguin u fail lah, ur nerd where got dress so nice one. nerds are suppose to dress badly and wears clothes that don't match at all! ur's very okay lorrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdXtI9SylI/AAAAAAAAApU/q2v4iZFyNw4/s1600-h/IMG_5206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdXtI9SylI/AAAAAAAAApU/q2v4iZFyNw4/s320/IMG_5206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284789120752863826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This cute couple hoon hou *bet no one calls him that* and his candy! (Nice knowing candy! she's cute and nice to talk and play with!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdXxpPaWWI/AAAAAAAAApc/AOVpJZsMuT8/s1600-h/IMG_5212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdXxpPaWWI/AAAAAAAAApc/AOVpJZsMuT8/s320/IMG_5212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284789198138268002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lao, how come shark and me don't have nacho when we came. unfair lor. candy still eat until like that and wenhao's mole got no hair lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdX5mamIjI/AAAAAAAAApk/BA2FKFUV4Ww/s1600-h/IMG_5218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdX5mamIjI/AAAAAAAAApk/BA2FKFUV4Ww/s320/IMG_5218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284789334818824754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peiren trying to be the "bu liang xiao hua"'s Rainie haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdYFuYbuxI/AAAAAAAAAps/-lByRQHXv14/s1600-h/IMG_5227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdYFuYbuxI/AAAAAAAAAps/-lByRQHXv14/s320/IMG_5227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284789543115668242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first group pic before the rest arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdYsll2iMI/AAAAAAAAAqM/fj1x3xxIZ_s/s1600-h/img_5295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdYsll2iMI/AAAAAAAAAqM/fj1x3xxIZ_s/s320/img_5295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284790210770929858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;comes min and his gf whose's name is very hard to rmb. wenhao say they called her "ah ya" can already. haha nice knowing her too, she can play also lor. looks can be deceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdYRGBqJgI/AAAAAAAAAp0/WM9BoomtRU4/s1600-h/IMG_5228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdYRGBqJgI/AAAAAAAAAp0/WM9BoomtRU4/s320/IMG_5228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284789738441156098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrival of the ladybird nerd twins, sharkie and me. see we made an impact. when we arrived, they laughed like hell. shit u all. who say must be steadily nerd one?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdYaG7xa-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/0ahgD6Od5dU/s1600-h/IMG_5231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdYaG7xa-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/0ahgD6Od5dU/s320/IMG_5231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284789893303725026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;peeps fighting to take pic with us. ok not really fighting but ya... shy to pose others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdYz66sLAI/AAAAAAAAAqU/eEc8mBnQP2o/s1600-h/img_5283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdYz66sLAI/AAAAAAAAAqU/eEc8mBnQP2o/s320/img_5283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284790336754560002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the hosts cutting the logcake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdY8ovUKII/AAAAAAAAAqc/IDpOnhksz_E/s1600-h/img_5244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdY8ovUKII/AAAAAAAAAqc/IDpOnhksz_E/s320/img_5244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284790486493833346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our group pic 1, normal behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdZRccbxlI/AAAAAAAAAq8/jzZL5EUm5fA/s1600-h/img_5245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdZRccbxlI/AAAAAAAAAq8/jzZL5EUm5fA/s320/img_5245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284790843970668114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;group pic 2, decided to be more formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdZMmQHVnI/AAAAAAAAAq0/E5dg4Vwch2M/s1600-h/img_5246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdZMmQHVnI/AAAAAAAAAq0/E5dg4Vwch2M/s320/img_5246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284790760704005746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;group pic 3, trying to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdZC8LaefI/AAAAAAAAAqk/w0nFVwbnm2s/s1600-h/img_5247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/SVdZC8LaefI/AAAAAAAAAqk/w0nFVwbnm2s/s320/img_5247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284790594791176690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;group pic 4, trying to be funny 2 and debbie really dig nose lor! ha! dunno the logcake they ate got her "nose shit" not. lucky i nv eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually still got other funny photos but lazy to post and some still with candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok merry very belated xmas and happy new year soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S:&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to beicheng, joshua and nike!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;演歌&lt;br /&gt;陈珊妮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4TZ322I7ow&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4TZ322I7ow&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;海角七號-國境之南&lt;br /&gt;范逸臣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bOeyvImwdm0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-9140146277659814375</id><published>2007-02-10T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:23:44.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>An entry about the concert i went and finally bloggin it now. Muahaha.. Coz i am finally slightly more free now=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 27th of Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for the S.H.E concert and my seat is er damn good. Waye, i paid for it lar and it was so damn near the stage. After that den i know that it is because they last min increase 300 more seats that's why all the seats are pushed nearer the stage. The sales is good but the fact that the decision to increase the seat number causes some technical faults and "dangerous" stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For eg, for the opening, the platform whereby they were standing on was raised to around 3 storey high and it almost collapse. No wonder their expressions looked a bit weird when they were singing halfway..like frown yet stayed very calm.. Heard that the backstage crew chiong and climbed up to pull the chains connecting the platform and manually lowered it down to the ground. When it's nearer to the ground, Selina was the first to jumped down the platform and the chain immediately gave way.. maybe it broke or something already..The whole thing behind slant diao lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dancers den came out to assist the other two down but in kinda "dancing" way.. It was so nicely covered up lar.. if not for what ppl told me abt the stuffs that happened, I wouldn't know that productions, for the sake of money, would forgo the safety of the performers. Gosh.. If they din chiong in time to hold the chain, i think we dun need watch concert already.. can call 995 liao.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, i dun hav a pic to show the stage haha.. din take photo lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the concert was definately very successful and high. So high that it's so unforgettable. It's almost like the whole crowd in the stadium stood from the first song till the last song. (except for one part when a grp of special guest performed)&lt;br /&gt;We like stood there for 2 and half hr lar. I paid to get a premier seat yet stood for 2 n a half hr. At dunno which song when they came down the stage, people chiong n stand on the chair.. super high and fun and funny coz wing wing stood on the chair den cannot balance and fell haahaha... I was actually laughin at wing la~ AND stupid shark et!! she got her revenge by waving the lightstick too hard that it hits me several times on my head. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stephanie Sun was one of their special guest and they sang First Day!! Seriously when i heard that they were singing this song, the person who came to my mind was lynette cheong. haha.. coz tat time when she sang this song in kbox, her voice break damn funny lar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029589452130198274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rcyw9XRFowI/AAAAAAAAAAs/obIwOsOgDMc/s400/sNpQb3Nl_dMXbspYs84rq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh got one part we all shout till v funny lar.. coz selina was doing a solo dance and during the "chair dance" part, her skirt dropped to reveal a lacey hotpant lar. WAH LIEW!! whole stadium scream till siao haha.. That stupid Pow and wing were like drop jaw den started screamin like nuts. I also lar!! admit admit. that part damn high hahahahahaa.. it's a very human behavior rite? but she's professional enough to carry on wif the dance and hide the "paiseh" feeling, damn confident lar. So i went to find the hot pant pic. AHhahaa.. and i found it.. muahah ti ko peks out there mus see. aiyah. not clear leh.. hahaha.. &gt;.&lt;" real live action den got kick. picture no kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RcytvXRFotI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nU6HdVfCk2w/s1600-h/uDAscj8wdXEyA%3D%3D_9PSrM6AeElmA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029585913077146322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RcytvXRFotI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nU6HdVfCk2w/s400/uDAscj8wdXEyA%3D%3D_9PSrM6AeElmA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Ella's solo, she played and sing Ai hen jian dan. One of my all-time favourite song lar.. But i er.. still prefer the original one by david tao thou ella also got her style lar.. hahaa! hard work is appreciated de!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029591131462411058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RcyyfHRFozI/AAAAAAAAABE/0ZvWjXwC-Zs/s400/sKzArbWvx9k%3D_UPEB1eqwEmkn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then not forgetting my fav in the grp. Muhahhaa.. Hebe played the drums with "stunts" at the encore part and ends it by "challenging" the drumer of the concert. wooot! it's damn cool! Haha i always think that girls who played drums are all very cool and style. And this pic i found.. wah.. got feel eh.. the photographer damn good lar.. riki chen, one of the freelance photographer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029588305373930226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rcyv6nRFovI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oGPoURmSoNI/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dunno if this gif could show one of her drum stick "twisting" stunt at the start hahaa.. not i do one thou. But i think this gif is not the one in singapore coz the sg concert, she's not wearing this outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029590259584049938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RcyxsXRFoxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CPNFazhPurU/s400/b_59FFA76D5D120CD41C43BE0C8420DFE1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029590547346858786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rcyx9HRFoyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/achskpBs600/s400/b_2CB696075440C9F00DAE9CE702BAA2A8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh.. cute! i like... eeee... muahahahh if hum bin sees this she sure wan one.. quite pity that hum bin and simin din managed to get the tic to concert coz sold out already. hahh toooo bad~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok end of concert. &gt;.&lt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh.. type finish den tired already. time to sleep. maybe den tml or wat den write on other memorable stuffs that happened within these few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAHAHHAHAHA i going to slp!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/13869943-9140146277659814375?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/9140146277659814375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=9140146277659814375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/9140146277659814375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/9140146277659814375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2007/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rcyw9XRFowI/AAAAAAAAAAs/obIwOsOgDMc/s72-c/sNpQb3Nl_dMXbspYs84rq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-2656043571118303045</id><published>2007-02-18T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:23:43.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy CNY 2007!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala.&lt;br /&gt;CNY is filled with love, food, ang baos and boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt love when i'm having reunion dinner.. and i love the feel of having my mum, dad, bro and bro gf by my side, yay!! We had steamboat as usual but this time, the food is too much. Junk food and ang bao is a must for me. yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was at my grandpa house to "bai nian" today lar. We took the train coz we can't get a cab.. I took pics of my parents and bro when i'm on train. Haha.. My "monkey" father. He really looks like a monkey what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032889666214965826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RdhqfGx6MkI/AAAAAAAAABs/ElrF3s4KpUo/s400/DSC01162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And alamak! This is my super vain brother. When i tried to take pic of him, he immediately strikes a pose and say he just had his concert not long ago in the Singapore stadium. Ya ya, people say he looks like RAIN. I thought it's more like er lighting. ok not funny. &gt;.&lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032889829423723090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rdhqomx6MlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eRhIzYt29qM/s400/DSC01159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, there are lotsa relatives.. so many that i couldn't find a proper place to rest my feet coz all the seats are taken! The kids have definately grown quite a bit and one of them is like WOW so TALL! He's only sec 1.. I feel like a drawf.. Oh and one auntie was like saying to me:" Eh you change image ah den don look like JJ liao neh" Muahaha thank god. I was happy for a moment before two kids rush in to say:"Waye Lin JunJie! U really look like leh!" Er... I thought i just went to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the kids are so cute.. and so many. I dun think i can rmb their names at all and i can't be bothered really. I was playing and takin pics of them.. And Ah Hui's son is so cute and handsome hahaha.. We call him small yandao. Anyway, he was like wearing his "shades" and pestering me to take lotsa photos of him in same pose but different "pattern". cute thou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032891229583061602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rdhr6Gx6MmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UMGKbiDonMY/s400/DSC01175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With specs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032891487281099378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RdhsJGx6MnI/AAAAAAAAACE/HJBptqR8JD0/s400/DSC01179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Specs on top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032891594655281794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RdhsPWx6MoI/AAAAAAAAACM/SiJP0tCsx7k/s400/DSC01184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No specs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Almost the same smile. Er.. kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala but he's still cute. And the 7th uncle de daughter also super cute! She's mix chinese and malay lar.. but she look more like chinese while her younger sister look more like malay. The younger sis keep crying so i dun dare to touch her. haha.. i took the one who look more like chinese one. super big eye and cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032893158023377554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RdhtqWx6MpI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wb6Q6m13gP0/s400/DSC01171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so besides entertaining the kids, i din do anything already so it was quite boring actually. This year most went there late and went back early. Hmmm quite not v good rite. but yea. And one thing not so good is my grandfather hurt his leg.. When i reached there i was shocked to see him with his feet bandaged lar.. somemore the bandage quite special coz is like a slipper cum bandage thing.. er.. looks serious.. It's like so elephant size thing. He sprained it when he accidently fell down and caught his feet in between of something.. gosh.. We were quite worried lar.. but then he keep moving around without a crutch or anything to hold. Power lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My this ah gong arh.. very steady one! He's super yan dao and stylo and cute and funny and fit and whatever lar. Coz he fell down right, so he went to see doctor. And here goes the conversation between the doc and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Doc: how old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah gong:I arh.. er... 88 already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Doc: wah! so old liao fall down arh?! Where pain? Do you have any illness like low blood pressure, heart problem etc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah gong: All don't have. Ah lucky i never bang head if not i "go" liao. (CHOY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Doc: Wah! So healthy arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah gong: Ahnor. I smoke everyday leh. somemore smoke a lot. Ah nothing happen leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Doc: &gt;.&lt;""! Wah... Okay, when is the last time you seen a doctor for any form of sickness like fever etc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah gong: (Recalling) Oh... Around 20-30 years back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Doc: WAH!!!! &gt;.&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha.. cute hor my ah gong. Super fit i would say. Usually people would at least sick like once a YEAR and he haven seen a doctor for 20-30 years. Power lar. Not forgetting the fact that my ah gong wears a blue converse jacket and has got lotsa hair. Shuai dao~~ shuai dao~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope my Ah Gong will be very very healthy and live a long life.. I like my ah gong.. thou i only see him like once in a year or what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year to all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eat a lot and den diet with me.&lt;br /&gt;Best if u all grow fat then i wouldn't feel guilty for myself =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I foresee this coming week will be very busy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-2656043571118303045?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/2656043571118303045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=2656043571118303045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/2656043571118303045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/2656043571118303045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-cny-2007.html' title='Happy CNY 2007!'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RdhqfGx6MkI/AAAAAAAAABs/ElrF3s4KpUo/s72-c/DSC01162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-4103373438461422295</id><published>2007-03-13T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:23:42.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse N Snakes</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horses are afraid of snakes arh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now den i noe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stoning stoning. Er, watching Shamen King instead now. And lydia's wedding is coming this sunday~~ time to meet some old friends... That's the best part i suppose..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aniwae, this was taken quite some time ago already when we were out to celebrate Shark's bday. Keke~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041415283906369234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rfa0fXp21tI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ikMbML8vt4k/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;@ clarke quay's the homeclub , initially wanted to post other's the pic.. but all got shark. hahaha and shark face damn red so i decided not to be so bad to post her pics den ganna her scold. I could only say she's like an ang ku kuay tat nite. so yea i post deb and me den~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041416735605315298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rfa1z3p21uI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OUCMHVsPeLs/s400/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh this pic is taken during the CNY, u see.. my dad had a fight wif his girlfriend so they were ignoring each other on train.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nah.. ok lar.. we dunno who is girl is but i think the pic looks funny. haha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041418462182168306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rfa3YXp21vI/AAAAAAAAADE/CauwZhY0LPw/s400/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok lar, no more for today. too bored already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-4103373438461422295?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/4103373438461422295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=4103373438461422295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/4103373438461422295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/4103373438461422295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2007/03/horse-n-snakes.html' title='Horse N Snakes'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rfa0fXp21tI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ikMbML8vt4k/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-9217370742257433893</id><published>2007-03-15T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:23:41.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Tweety</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RfltEHp21wI/AAAAAAAAADM/R37fRU7lPVc/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042181175359493890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RfltEHp21wI/AAAAAAAAADM/R37fRU7lPVc/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dedicated to my BIG HEAD small breast Tweety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;( I think the photo looks kinda like the "In memory of " thingie.. er choy)&lt;/span&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;Er, i shall hereby dedicate this post to her because i saw my name mentioned in her blog entry saying that she missed me. so i got to be kind enough to reply the same thing here. yes i miss u too. wahhahaha sounded like i so fake. hehe~&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok la wahhaa.. jk only mah.. i really got miss her lah~~ as in till now.. i still think one of the greatest thing that occured to me in coming to this poly is to know her. Awww~~ so sweet of me =] buay tahan. so mushy isn't it... keke~ but i really mean it lar.. she's really.. a v nice fren whom i would regret losing. so yea.. stupid moronic big head tweety wahaha, u're still my tweety.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i shall never forget those moments when u tortured me either physically or mentally. &lt;/br&gt;For example, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) trying to hug my waist (physically) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) poking my ahem or ahems meaning that 2 ahems er nvm (physically)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) eating chicken rice or ban mee most of the time when we're having lunch together. (both)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) having rice or vegetable stuck in bet her teeth or beside her lips. (mentally)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) get jinxed whenever we went for job interviews together (mentally)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) late for at least 20 mins (99.8999%) at the SEMBAWANG MRT STATION and then tries hard to make up to me by buying me lollipops. (both)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) fart not in my face but by my side or the HAHHAH certain funny shopping centre encounter =X (mentally. but i think this is funny)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) fake laughter when i said something er super lame. (mentally)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) says that we must really find more time to go out shopping together (2 of us) since year 1 and guess what, we only went out together like er twice? and im officially year 3 now. (mentally)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) sajiao to me non-stop for whatever stupid thing she did (mentally)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) trying to kiss me using her disgusting mouth but dun worry, she never succeed =] phews~(physically)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) forcing me to send her songs / clips blah blah and blah blah over msn (mentally)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) block my view with her super big head (the only girl who can fight with Bc) (both)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) make me go toilet with her when she wanted to er shit. yea. shit. and im suppose to smell her SHIT!! (MENTALLY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;and the list goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the looks of it, it is clearly seen that she has inflicted more mental stress to me when compared to the physical ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;However, at the end of the day.. i suppose these are the moments i treasured more. wahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haiz tweety ah tweety~ &lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;continue to miss me ba, i'm NOT going to fyp room to look for u and im gonna enjoy my moments at HOME SLEEPING, EATING and ROLLING like a PIG =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;rollin' rollin' rollin'~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-9217370742257433893?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/9217370742257433893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=9217370742257433893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/9217370742257433893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/9217370742257433893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2007/03/dedicated-to-tweety.html' title='Dedicated to Tweety'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RfltEHp21wI/AAAAAAAAADM/R37fRU7lPVc/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-863401913296548384</id><published>2007-03-20T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:23:41.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lydia's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;18th March 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia and Aloy 's Wedding Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044020860225466882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rf_2P31mMgI/AAAAAAAAADU/0o49XuZpjRI/s400/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very tiring yet memorable day because i get to meet up with my closest friends. These are the ones who stood by me when i needed them and they made me feel that i'll never walk alone. (sounded like liverpool Fc moto) A strong bond between most of us i suppose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are the 8 sisters (lydia not in pic) er should be 9 sisters now i suppose. Aniwae, the pic is lacking of the good guys (wenhao, zhimin, daren) haha coz that pic is blur!! Argh! our big grp photo is blur!! Nvm, when i get the clearer one from either of them den i shall post it up again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044021049204027922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rf_2a31mMhI/AAAAAAAAADc/-PV15RjZPTY/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dinner was quite fun because we talked shit. Joking about various stuffs and e-tho, what's with your braces?! ha.. Crystal cut her hair short and i commented that she looked younger now so being her usual fun self, she says that she is forever that young. Pui~ haa.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044021229592654370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rf_2lX1mMiI/AAAAAAAAADk/G06OisQCP28/s400/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aniwae, shark was sooo girl that day. nice nice hur~ HAHahahHAH the two of us who are more "manly" kind were kinda stressed on what to wear for this day because there is a "supervisor" around to stress that we must be girly that day. So both of us had to wear dress and hopefully, we looked alright. haaa.. phews, we din make anyone puke at least.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there were moments whereby the 3 hunk came to be our background model aka wenhao, min and daren. They were funny and nice i would say. Really are good guys, good friends. Then we girls, went to them and took pic with them one by one but i've got a qns. Where is my pic? If it's with e-tho den why she din send me? so it's with er crystal? or debbie? cannot be with jane i think... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The part whereby the lydia wanted to throw the flower den everyone shiam also very funny, esp the part whereby E-tho was too gan jiong and she caught her heels in a hole. She was screaming WAIT WAIT WAIT~ MY HEEL!!~ haa.. obviously none wanted to get that flower because it symbolise that you will be the next to get married. In the end, the one who got it was crystal. Yea yea 7 months hur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after the dinner, Crystal gave me, shark,e-tho and debbie a ride home. But guess what, we went to rochor for beancurd tao hui~ We sure are big eaters Hahaa.. quite fun screaming inside the car and talking shit again. I did few stupid recordings on deb and e-tho's hp for the message tone. Hahaa.. real crap but cute. i mean yes, i am cute =] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now for some thoughts, close friends are really hard to come by. So, do really cherish them when they are still by your side =] Once they are gone, it will be hard to find another one like them. Like that day, i was watching this interview then Ella was saying this :" Hey, you people out there must cherish your friends arh, coz lovers may dump you one day but real friends are the ones who will stand by you till the end, however they may have sex with your lover. 0.0" Haaa.. i suppose the last part she was joking thou it still make sense. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aniwae, like what primary sch kids always write in their graduation card.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friends forever!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And who says that there is no forever in this world? 0.0"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-863401913296548384?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/863401913296548384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=863401913296548384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/863401913296548384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/863401913296548384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2007/03/lydias-wedding.html' title='Lydia&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rf_2P31mMgI/AAAAAAAAADU/0o49XuZpjRI/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-1586804576700682313</id><published>2007-03-25T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:23:41.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic Update</title><content type='html'>Hey, i finally got this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is kinda my sec grp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045879583503293106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RgaQvzocGrI/AAAAAAAAADs/wm9tCpkFZfs/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, i shall cherish these friends. =] of coz plus some other friends la.. dun worry, u're not forgotten. =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aniwae, today is my cute little cousin, Ting ting's birthday. So i went over her place to celebrate with her and i wished her happy birthday and yea, i really dote her .. Hope she like the pressies =]&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/13869943-1586804576700682313?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/1586804576700682313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=1586804576700682313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/1586804576700682313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/1586804576700682313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2007/03/pic-update.html' title='Pic Update'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RgaQvzocGrI/AAAAAAAAADs/wm9tCpkFZfs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-7669171828685416375</id><published>2007-03-28T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:23:40.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothache</title><content type='html'>Argh!! i'm still having toothache and headache. Either im going to have my wisdom tooth, teeth decay or im just being heaty. But so far, it seems so that the first case is more possible and i haven seen a doc yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't really bite! And that is quite irritating.. coz im having tao hui (beancurd) for the past few days. =[ Aniwae, i was trying to act like a doctor, looking up information on oral symptoms and types of disease online and then using torchlight to shine my own teeth(molars), trying to match which seems more likely to happen. But sad to say, there is no conclusion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my mum did something stupid. She asked me to take the torchlight and shine her molars instead, so we can "compare" ours and see if i really got wisdom tooth. She never had to extract a wisdom tooth before so maybe it is still hidden inside under the gum or what. So i was thinking perhaps i could see a lump of "hard gum" behind the 2nd molar or what, something like mine or what.&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;Curiously, i really did shine the light into her mouth and guess what i saw?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;.&lt;" my mum dun even have any molars!!! my mother is partially "bo-gay" lar!! what for ask me to see?? no teeth see what??!! alamak!! i was like er... &gt;.&lt;" dunno wat to say.. haa.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i was telling her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mother u behind got no teeth u ask me see wat? how to compare? i got molars, u no molars at all lar, u bo-gay lar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then she was smiling happily to me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha u see, i got those front teeth then no molars u all also dunno~ i smile still look very nice hor?&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046853662636671474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RgoGqrLWgfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Llsyj9B2cpo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;.&lt;" speechlessss..&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/13869943-7669171828685416375?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/7669171828685416375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=7669171828685416375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/7669171828685416375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/7669171828685416375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2007/03/toothache.html' title='Toothache'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RgoGqrLWgfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Llsyj9B2cpo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-199235713861041295</id><published>2007-05-01T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:23:39.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother's Workpieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've fallen sick again. This time i had fever but it's okay, the fever went down today and i'm left with cough, flu and muscle strain still. So, great improvement i supposed. But i'm more worried for mama because she had very bad cough still.. so bad that last week she cough until her blood vessels in the eye broke and caused her to have sort of "red eye".. very scary.. jus hope she will faster recover..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yea.. I've been teachin my brother some photoshop and illustrator stuffs. Ever since, i pulled him to watch naruto with me, he had fallen in love with naruto too. wahahha.. and he created some works with it man. And i shall post it here.. I mean some are pretty funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First. He KOP a black and white pic of naruto drawing from devariantart and painted it in photoshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059578603215423874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rjc77s3SiYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BD0OWp5zv24/s400/bubble.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he says he like akatuski a lot.. so he.. drew himself in their uniform using illustrator. WaHAha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Result:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059579058481957266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rjc8WM3SiZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zL0NY2S4IcU/s400/I-am-Akatsuki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;His GF saw it and begged him to draw her in one too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Result:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059579277525289378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rjc8i83SiaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2XK84RJUYA0/s400/I-am-F-Akatzuki-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When two akatsuki lovers are together. It will look like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059579681252215218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rjc86c3SibI/AAAAAAAAAEY/D9RnSr1ufT0/s400/Twins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon seeing this, his gf was damn happy. &gt;.&lt;" and my bro did more. He saw mummy having a red eye and this is what he did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Result:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059580166583519682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rjc9Ws3SicI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SRWnrEq4rYg/s400/Team+Mamazuki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yea... my mama had a pic with kakashi and they formed a team called mamazuki. Cool hur.. both got sharigan. wahahaha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT, he wasn't done with his craps. haha so he moved on to find something else to play. And i sent him our father's pic. So he photoshoped him somewhere else. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Result:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059580935382665682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rjc-Dc3SidI/AAAAAAAAAEo/doocKym7ikw/s400/Dad+on+the+River.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Er.. since when my father went to such a nice place to fish.. er but nvm, my brother perhaps, he still love himself more. So he photoshoped himself into different places. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Result:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059581296159918562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rjc-Yc3SieI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1rhXzubmgnY/s400/Eiffel+Tower+01+Paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him in eiffel tower, paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059581644052269554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rjc-ss3SifI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fDNyXj1dOFw/s400/Hagia+Sophia+01+Turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him in Hagia Sophia, Turkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059582043484228098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rjc_D83SigI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tqCJ_t2FwOA/s400/The+Great+Pyramids+01+Eygpt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him in The Great Pyramids, Eygpt. Try spotting him. Not hard i supposed. &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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059582378491677202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rjc_Xc3SihI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QVohJX1Ie7c/s400/Washington+Monument+02+USA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, him in Washington Monument, USA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I supposed this is the normal behavior for someone who had just lost his job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-199235713861041295?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/199235713861041295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=199235713861041295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/199235713861041295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/199235713861041295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2007/05/brothers-workpieces.html' title='Brother&apos;s Workpieces'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rjc77s3SiYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BD0OWp5zv24/s72-c/bubble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-137176472584300678</id><published>2007-06-11T10:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:23:37.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kukup Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wee back from Kukup. &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;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trip was alright because i seldom go out with relatives and they are nice people ( i mean my mother side relatives. ) There's a total of 15 of us going so we took up almost half of the bus seats. Left home kinda early at 7a.m and i was worrying if i'm gonna shit on the bus because my shitting time is ard 9 a.m =] That's a great news because i have constipation for years and after that sick period, i eat LOTs of veggies, LOTs of fruits, LOTs of water and everyday one vitagen low sugar. Healthy lifestyle ar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. First destination was a roadside kopitiam and there were big dogs all around. 3 dogs went behind my grandpa and barked so loudly at him. This scared my auntie but my grandpa din even noe that because he's half deaf and i have to shout when i talk to him. Aniwae, he looks like Mr Potato ( Da fan Shu) from Lao Fu Zi comic. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074636771547397634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rmy7QdQ3vgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-qOjxz_VI0/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd Destination. A temple which i forgot the name. Prayed and went to the toilet. Er.. discovered that the flush couldn't work and i can view the hills when i'm trying to 'half squat'. So what happens if i was peeing and there's someone there saying hi to me? Arh~ i feel so naked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074637673490529810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rmy8E9Q3vhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2_qw7tqPq_I/s400/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074637767979810338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rmy8KdQ3viI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OPzrr7JRFOc/s400/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd Destination. A fishing village whereby it stinks so bad. You can smell dead fish and shit way before you see the sea. Great. I had my lunch here and the food was of okay standard only. Not really nice and i was seated with a bunch of aunties and ah mas whom i dunno. Well, that's because they limit one table to 11 ppl so those older generation were seated together den me, my cousin, bro gf and her cousin sits elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074637845289221682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rmy8O9Q3vjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/A1FCNC2aCQ4/s400/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On bus, my cute little cousin Ting Ting! Well, most of my sec sch fren would have know her coz my mum was her babysitter till she was around 3 years old or something? She is very close to us and i felt closest to her among the other cousin. Oh, and i rmb how she used to shit green shit whenever we scared her when she was a baby. =] Now she's in sec 1.. wow.. but she's still quite like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074637914008698434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rmy8S9Q3vkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/OeXhrCFdAWw/s400/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her mama brought her stickers with her name on it. Quite cute arh.. i also wan.. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074638085807390306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rmy8c9Q3vmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FsytxdX2rxU/s400/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074637995613077074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rmy8XtQ3vlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/R-IVV6gU9fI/s400/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 4th destination should be a dragon fruit or dragonball fruit or whatever u call it (long zhu guo) farm. However, it rained and the trip there was cancelled. Ahhh.. disppointing.. coz i wanted to see the farm.. So, they planned on a early trip to shopping in either Jusco or Giant. The youngsters wanted Jusco but those aunties insisted on Giant. Er... So bo pian. Giant jiu giant lor.. It ended up that Giant had nothing much to shop and i think they should have regretted makin that decision. Lucky i go Jusco before already~ Aniwae, i brought this top because it looks cute.. the round botak man with damn big blue eyeballs and a banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074638167411768946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rmy8htQ3vnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fbiyZlRNSnE/s400/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is what i managed to bring in to Singapore and ShhhHhh.. The very orginal type of cheap bubble gum that makes ppl happy when they chew on it. I guess everyone should have tried this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074638249016147586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rmy8mdQ3voI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FpcXZXq1l2E/s400/09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, Ting ting suddenly gave me this self-made card and i guess it was one of the great moments i had yday. I like it coz i think she's sincere and it's meaningful.. It's worth so much more than a memory lane card because it memory lane cards dun bring u memories.. Uhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074638373570199186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rmy8ttQ3vpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/TUuJ5S3nkEc/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074638506714185378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rmy81dQ3vqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Y2P95lMgVxc/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea rite, made by Li Ting's company. She cute lor.. sec 1 still like kid. hahah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074638588318564018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rmy86NQ3vrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dlCgerbdVyc/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner time @ Restoran Grand Straits Garden. Super nice lar! machiam wedding dinner.. it was so much better than the one in the afternoon. Cool.  Mama looks happy and she loves taking picture of herself but she din noe that i always post her face on my blog. ShhShhhs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074638682807844546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rmy8_tQ3vsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/h18MjfP_nXE/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 little 2 little 3 little big hum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 little 5 little 6 little bigger hum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've nv seen such big hums in my life.. 1 hum machiam my palm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head back to Singapore after dinner and koonz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tata Kukup~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still love Singapore much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/13869943-137176472584300678?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/137176472584300678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=137176472584300678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/137176472584300678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/137176472584300678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2007/06/kukup-trip.html' title='Kukup Trip'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rmy7QdQ3vgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z-qOjxz_VI0/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-6817720143653953046</id><published>2007-06-20T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:23:33.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scoldings from Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurhur =[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama scolded me yday~~~ what happened was i traded in my bro's old scanner for a 60bucks Robinson's voucher and i went there to buy some stuffs.. i had nothin in mind what to buy so i called mama and asked her if she wanted thermoflask, toaster, hairdryer, iron, clothes or ??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so mama said:" dun buy thermoflask, i just brought a new one.. den anything lar.. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that she hang up and i kept my hp back into my bag.. my ringtone was quite soft and it's noisy outside so i din hear her ring me back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, i brought a hairdryer and iron.. thinkin that our iron is kinda old already and we dun have a hairdryer..little did i noe that when i got back home.. she was angry with me for not picking up her call and she wanted a thermoflask.. so i was like huh? u call me dun buy one wat... den she angry with me... scolded me for quite long.. say buy hp for me also no use coz cannot find me.. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiz... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah... but now it's alrite already.. aniwae, baobei's just back from JAPAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JAPAN! JAPAN! JAPAN... how many ppl dream to go there uhh.. i also wan to go.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so she send me lotsa pics of her there etc.. making me jealous.. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this is her in disneyland eating some i dunno wat.. but i noe got mickey mouse. but i dun understand why she take photo must look so zi lian.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078120050153995986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RnkbR9Q3vtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/F6XAfNfUAQk/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Argh.. this lunchbox is super cute.. SUper CUTE and really super CUTE!! i mean... u put shit inside as lunch, kids will still think it's delicious.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078120810363207394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rnkb-NQ3vuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6aNj1SbVdJk/s400/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haa.. this lady in red is NOT ME definately.. but she Mo****ed baobei arh?! hahahhaa.. but to protect her identity i got to do this. and baobei, do u hav to act like a superstar?  =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078122154687971058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RnkdMdQ3vvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ccFlviwbvvA/s400/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay im lazy to put up anymore pics. but she's comin back soon.. soon soon soon soon.. july arh~ come come~~ we will er xin together with lOUPo when u'r back! pukes.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eh eh learn from television.. must say this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;once you're back, dun ever think of leaving again! =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-6817720143653953046?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/6817720143653953046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=6817720143653953046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/6817720143653953046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/6817720143653953046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2007/06/scoldings-from-mama.html' title='Scoldings from Mama'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RnkbR9Q3vtI/AAAAAAAAAG4/F6XAfNfUAQk/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-7741960614216770027</id><published>2007-07-15T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:23:33.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pjc</title><content type='html'>wee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yday i went back to Pj for some volleyball n basketball and realised that it was college day, OH shit~ but lucky most of the teachers who taught me, were being transfered to other schools. Didn't want to see them coz the heartless me didn't step back to pj for like 4 years. i bet jane they all too.. =X&lt;br /&gt;but nvm, met up with some friends whom i haven been seeing for quite some time except for shark. most imptly, there is my dear!! big sand dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ya rmb the canteen? the drink stall auntie still the same leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rpon-BFC7nI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zDEO530P31U/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087422675463368306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rpon-BFC7nI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zDEO530P31U/s400/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND! this is my dear~ she's sandy and i called her "dear" or "Da-sa aka big sand". she called me dear or "xiao-dan aka small egg" okay i sounded so cute while she sounded so er sandy. Aniwae, we always joke that she is from africa because of her super tan skin.. see i tried to make her look fairer in this pic but no way man. and her eye still super big. no change no change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rpon2RFC7mI/AAAAAAAAAII/NCtA9AbKIA0/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087422542319382114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rpon2RFC7mI/AAAAAAAAAII/NCtA9AbKIA0/s400/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh~ the vball girls~ rmb them? no change no change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RponwRFC7lI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vjhangYWr_0/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087422439240166994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RponwRFC7lI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vjhangYWr_0/s400/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from the canteen, we can see the sports field. the circled area used to be where most ppl can find me at coz i'm always there trainin for dunno what shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RponqhFC7kI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ivsvZDjymuQ/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087422340455919170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RponqhFC7kI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ivsvZDjymuQ/s400/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa.. the carpark aka where we sing marikita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RponkBFC7jI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LIBvJNwlUZI/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087422228786769458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RponkBFC7jI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LIBvJNwlUZI/s400/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh and lotsa more but nvm, tired already. It was great meeting them and after that we went for some lunch at ahjisen and i spotted this cute little baby boy. arhhhg very cute.. coz he is bald ( yes i love botak ones) but then.. dunno is purposely or not.. but his botak head got style leh.. got like one circle in the middle and then a long curvy strip that looked quite balanced surrounding the circle. cool boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RponehFC7iI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Lo2F-zTveN0/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087422134297488930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RponehFC7iI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Lo2F-zTveN0/s400/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took pic of him secretly and suddenly he turns around and i got this pic. Whahaa wat expression is tat? buay tahan. very cute arhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RponUBFC7hI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Ry2iDDnTNJs/s1600-h/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087421953908862482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RponUBFC7hI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Ry2iDDnTNJs/s400/09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh while i uploaded my pics, i saw this. i took this during the previous time when jane and i went for some hair cut and hair treatment thing. she was driving and because of the sunny day. she wore this to protect her arms. ALAMAK~ from woodlands to marsiling she drive also need to protect till like tt~ beh tahan beh tahan~ &gt;.&lt;" &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RponMBFC7gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_fB-JpQayLE/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087421816469908994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RponMBFC7gI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_fB-JpQayLE/s400/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't supposed to disclose her face but she didn't say i cannot disclose her name. she is jane aka sajiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RponFxFC7fI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IJs2Crx5w90/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087421709095726578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RponFxFC7fI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IJs2Crx5w90/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went ktv wif this sajiao and lydia. thank god her stomach is much bigger le =] waiting for her baby to come out~ and i felt the baby in her stomach..the feeling is.. undescribable. okay.. nvm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: my shoulder hurts again.. too much strain.. hurts hurts hurts. irritated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-7741960614216770027?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/7741960614216770027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=7741960614216770027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/7741960614216770027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/7741960614216770027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2007/07/pjc.html' title='Pjc'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/Rpon-BFC7nI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zDEO530P31U/s72-c/03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-591969512518803877</id><published>2007-08-04T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:23:31.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>newborn baby!</title><content type='html'>uhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm back here. jus woke up n im still tired.. physically and spritually.&lt;br /&gt;last week was almost hell for me because i couldn't really slp properly and i've got so much stuffs to do but din managed to find appropriate time to do. so i kinda left it hanging there and yea.. i need concentration and motivation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, baobei's back for ard a week already and i've been out wif her quite frequently because.. after all, she's only back for a month before she leaves for shanghai again. she's gotten me some funny stuffs from japan like d winnie mouse hair er pin which most prob, wun be using it. ha! but it's cute.. oh but i like the mickey boxers and mushrrrroooom and looooolllipop keychain =] wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RrP-VWKeqFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DJtZ9blbuCY/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094695246166403154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RrP-VWKeqFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DJtZ9blbuCY/s400/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i will look weird wearing it, so i let dezhang's fav black lil cat have it.&lt;br /&gt;for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RrP-RGKeqEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uf_Lebiq-xU/s1600-h/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094695173151959106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RrP-RGKeqEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uf_Lebiq-xU/s400/DSC01447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what's going on in jonathan's mind when he did this. after that he got choonkiat to do it with him so the pic was taken and bluetoothed. the one on the left is jonathan and on the right, it's choonkiat. i realised that both of them has got long fingers that look scary esp jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RrP-JmKeqDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vt8P2AhldVA/s1600-h/DSC01453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094695044302940210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RrP-JmKeqDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vt8P2AhldVA/s400/DSC01453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, thurs has always been our exercise cum bball day. the usual ppl i played with includes this 3 gay. they really named themselves gay. jason, leongwei and choonkiat. very very gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RrP-AWKeqCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ujRhIp4E_EE/s1600-h/DSC01457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094694885389150242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RrP-AWKeqCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ujRhIp4E_EE/s400/DSC01457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrite, yday was audio and i skipped the lesson again. 3rd time? i forgot. but aniwae, i thot i could have the whole fri at home doing ucd or engage 2007 or portfolio or wat.. but it ended up with me receiving a sms from lydia saying that she had given birth in the morning 8.02a.m! gosh! so.. i ended up not doing any work except for the ucd report and was at kk hospital visiting her with the others sisters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sisters! jane and esther ah.. sajiao din look glam here arh? =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RrP90mKeqAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uyRkKE4upxo/s1600-h/DSC01459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094694683525687298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RrP90mKeqAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uyRkKE4upxo/s400/DSC01459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is auntie mummy lydia. seriously, she dun looked like she had just given birth in the morning when we visited her at ard 4. she's so full of energy and has got good appetite etc.. maybe that's the good part when ur giving birth at a younger age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RrP9vWKep_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/3St6hO_6RQM/s1600-h/DSC01467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094694593331374066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RrP9vWKep_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/3St6hO_6RQM/s400/DSC01467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww~~ this is the baby!! baby boy!! no name yet.. haha.. esther was suggesting 'ayden' and debbie said 'damien' ...still got wat.. name him 'alert'.. crap. den for chinese name.. because the lil boy will hav a surname of 'ye' 叶 so we were crapping that we shall name the boy 叶少爷 so that when the boy goes to sch, teachers will have to call him "shao ye~ shao ye" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh.. baby is premature.. that's why he has got tubes here and there.. but he's getting on well and he's very cute eh!! see!! taken yday when he's 1 day old!!! his eyes very big eh.. and if u look clearly, his eyebrows are golden. blond? lydia say the nurses says they thot is angmoh baby. ahhhh very very cute leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RrP9oGKep-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/MELPJLVhGpY/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094694468777322466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RrP9oGKep-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/MELPJLVhGpY/s400/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the baby pic here i shall say bye bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-591969512518803877?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/591969512518803877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=591969512518803877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/591969512518803877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/591969512518803877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2007/08/newborn-baby.html' title='newborn baby!'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RrP-VWKeqFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DJtZ9blbuCY/s72-c/DSC01450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13869943.post-3532907083838711773</id><published>2007-09-06T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:23:29.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYP days</title><content type='html'>back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how are my fyp days so far?&lt;br /&gt;i would say.. so far so good =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my table... im seated next to siqi who's supposedly be at iap but something cocked up so she got to come for fyp first den iap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAWyjExn5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/YMA14KE34B0/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107107035102683026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAWyjExn5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/YMA14KE34B0/s400/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my coffee.. early in the morning breakfast with soda crackers ping pong brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAWnjExn4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/uug_yRatw7Y/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107106846124121986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAWnjExn4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/uug_yRatw7Y/s400/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fy class commitee members.. all so random and childish. er did i just say... childish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAWbTExn3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZIMeVRckWho/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107106635670724466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAWbTExn3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ZIMeVRckWho/s400/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notice i put up on the first day of FYP for "alfred" d T.O to see. but so far he still haven install the softwares on my com and im gonna nag ms wenlei to change my com to mac coz the T.O. is super "efficient".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAWHzExn2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ManzL_CQv6k/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107106300663275362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAWHzExn2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ManzL_CQv6k/s400/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAV9zExn1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/rz7ohLmT3IM/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we cannot do without food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAVkDExn0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CQi_g5pkfUk/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107105686482952002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAVkDExn0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CQi_g5pkfUk/s400/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more food... not forgetting that quite some had already been eaten away. Think we're going on a shopping trip to amk hub to replenish our stocks next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAVajExnzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YyTWnROGqdA/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107105523274194738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAVajExnzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YyTWnROGqdA/s400/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best thing of all.. these fun people to be with.. the one in brown, sihui.. is one of my team-mate. Friendly and cute girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAVPjExnyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/LUv5yQDMSkE/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107105334295633698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAVPjExnyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/LUv5yQDMSkE/s400/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken rice kissing my other team-mate, dezhang. chicken rice looks very gay but dz looked even more gay. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAVJjExnxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9lZoSCWfxU0/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107105231216418578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAVJjExnxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9lZoSCWfxU0/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and as part of our research, we requested to go to Singapore Science Centre today and the permission was given. So excursion~ Anyway, 8 of us went because ours are related to interactive installations but not the other 2 grps so they had to stay behind in sch. wahhaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pic taken in SSC.. we are the astro boys~ actually i think from the pic it is quite hard to see our face.. coz the hole a bit very 'big'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAVDDExnwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/oGQFWxZ0_u4/s1600-h/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107105119547268866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAVDDExnwI/AAAAAAAAAJY/oGQFWxZ0_u4/s400/09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still got a lot more pics but lazy already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;update when got time again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13869943-3532907083838711773?l=toopidlar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/feeds/3532907083838711773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13869943&amp;postID=3532907083838711773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/3532907083838711773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13869943/posts/default/3532907083838711773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidlar.blogspot.com/2007/09/fyp-days.html' title='FYP days'/><author><name>toOPiD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00960447953768167790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01174357207535560582'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bF5g4ICwLvA/RuAWyjExn5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/YMA14KE34B0/s72-c/08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>