<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261</id><updated>2012-01-14T01:44:35.225+08:00</updated><category term='.'/><title type='text'>Joey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-6268011527787317414</id><published>2012-01-14T01:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T01:44:35.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's the first object that comes to your mind if you think of the following:&lt;br /&gt;1) pig&lt;br /&gt;2) car&lt;br /&gt;3) whip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;is it a horse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Keith Barry's theory, if given 10 seconds to draw that particular object, the three mentioned would have led you to draw a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig - of farm animals&lt;br /&gt;Car - of transportation with animals, such as a horse or buggy&lt;br /&gt;Whip - (or wand) in control of the horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it didn't work so well on my Fattybomz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Pig, car, whip. Now draw the first thing that comes to your mind. Quick quick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;- 10 seconds later -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bomz: Okay done.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Horse!&lt;br /&gt;Bomz: What horse? I drew a cat looking thing with a square body and wheels and a pig snout and.....&lt;br /&gt;Me: What!?&lt;br /&gt;Bomz: ....... a pig tail that looks like a whip too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;On our second try, this boy drew an aeroplane hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-6268011527787317414?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6268011527787317414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=6268011527787317414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6268011527787317414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6268011527787317414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2012/01/whats-first-object-that-comes-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-1821614191204125884</id><published>2011-12-13T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T02:53:39.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TWO MORE DAYS TO ALVIN AND THE CHIPMUNKS  3!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA GET SEIZURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rough tedious holidays. Haven't even gotten time to go work for my dad like I told him I would. Of course though, by rough and tedious I obviously mean I'm enjoying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay some backward detail. All the way to august so be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the latest, just yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGphIhgTBHI/Tudahvb5PFI/AAAAAAAACfk/8rFmcUhoLWw/s1600/aats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGphIhgTBHI/Tudahvb5PFI/AAAAAAAACfk/8rFmcUhoLWw/s400/aats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685612590294187090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these gorgeous crispy deep fried tofu in its shimmering gold coat. So beautiful, so mouth watering, so angelically delicious, so.... DELUSIONAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comrades, may I introduce you THE SMELLY TOFU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(THE Smelly Tofu, not just Smelly Tofu because that wouldn't be sufficient to illuminate it. Like THE Incredible Hulk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bomz and I spitted our first pieces seconds after consumption. I managed to keep it in (my mouth) for a little longer than Bomz until he decided to elaborate on how it tasted like his morning breath..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an experience. Fortunately/unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough to take an After-Picture of it (aka our vomit hahaha). Fattybomz couldn't wait to throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear friends (I typed deer friends omg must be PTSD from the tofu), if you have yet gotten a chance to try this  rare Hongkong(?) delicacy in Singapore, visit the pasar malam behind admiralty mrt now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. Here it comes...................................&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOMZ BROUGHT ME HOME TO MEET HIS PARENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May not seem like a big thing but I think it's the biggest event we've been for the past one year. I was seriously on the verge of peeing in my pants when we were at the doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us went around searching for gifts for Bomz's family beforehand. Got a packet of good beechenghiang since its supposedly an appropriate gift for any occasion, two packets of quality durian for all them durian lovers and some chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bomz's mom was kind and quite humorous too (nothing like what this boy ever described to me - please I used to image Medusa as his mom). First thing she did was hand me a box of Ferrero Rocher as a welcome gift (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RK6U6VolqAY/TuSsBLIgPcI/AAAAAAAACb0/KzglVYg9_R0/s640/blogger-image-1379331009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RK6U6VolqAY/TuSsBLIgPcI/AAAAAAAACb0/KzglVYg9_R0/s400/blogger-image-1379331009.jpg" height="299" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His younger sisters are both SO VERY PRETTY, especially the older one. And they both smell really nice hahahaha. Okay look here I didn't smell them on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents then took me to dinner at Westlake. The food was superbbbb and his mom was so sweet + generous with the food, I practically went home with indigestion. For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That special night was then topped with a cherry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-y6xgBpCMU4w/TuSsAN0vMTI/AAAAAAAACbs/q3rbsTzjhRM/s640/blogger-image-1770013762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-y6xgBpCMU4w/TuSsAN0vMTI/AAAAAAAACbs/q3rbsTzjhRM/s400/blogger-image-1770013762.jpg" height="299" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry this looks like some stupid speck of dust or something but it's actually the moon in midst of a lunar eclipse! Anyone else saw it that night? It was GOR-GE-OUSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also informed my brother about the eclipse when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Cool I've never seen a red moon...&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: .... nor a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Bomz and I managed to catch the crane show at Sentosa. The show was honestly not bad: lights, music, firewoks. Best of it all, IT'S FREE hahaha *cheapskate*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fBLqFr7rzJI/TuYxoYiKqKI/AAAAAAAACeY/TeKJ4Tv4UbQ/s1600/cats1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fBLqFr7rzJI/TuYxoYiKqKI/AAAAAAAACeY/TeKJ4Tv4UbQ/s400/cats1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685286149452114082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crane 1: People, lemme show you my guts. You like it? You like it? Come on, what do you expect from a metallic crane in the middle of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rAs6xCF2dSw/TuYxoBR8KfI/AAAAAAAACeQ/avl4MCEklwo/s1600/cats2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rAs6xCF2dSw/TuYxoBR8KfI/AAAAAAAACeQ/avl4MCEklwo/s400/cats2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685286143210039794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crane 1: Here comes my wings......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_3hMBVNn-c/TuYxngU0O2I/AAAAAAAACeI/9KVlFf788jU/s1600/cats3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_3hMBVNn-c/TuYxngU0O2I/AAAAAAAACeI/9KVlFf788jU/s400/cats3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685286134363732834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crane 1: I AM KING OF THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;Crane 2: Sigh that bitch is showing off again. I ought to show him some colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sK3cu_bT8Uw/TuYxnHxYogI/AAAAAAAACd4/h8a5w1Es4ng/s1600/cats4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sK3cu_bT8Uw/TuYxnHxYogI/AAAAAAAACd4/h8a5w1Es4ng/s400/cats4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685286127772672514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crane 2: IN YOUR FACE, BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay kidding. It was actually quite a romantic dance by this pair of crane lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jkx35_qLIa0/TuYxm_Y7kNI/AAAAAAAACds/C11cFW_pHQA/s1600/cats6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jkx35_qLIa0/TuYxm_Y7kNI/AAAAAAAACds/C11cFW_pHQA/s400/cats6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685286125522620626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super majestic at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zrTtoMLYmOc/TuYyeOMH7kI/AAAAAAAACfY/7zqiU0Z0DBI/s1600/cats7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zrTtoMLYmOc/TuYyeOMH7kI/AAAAAAAACfY/7zqiU0Z0DBI/s400/cats7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685287074388241986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kind of became real cranes in the end to fall in love and fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTFFGS_8WM8/TuYydvlvhDI/AAAAAAAACfM/0cV25nXHDC4/s1600/cats8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTFFGS_8WM8/TuYydvlvhDI/AAAAAAAACfM/0cV25nXHDC4/s400/cats8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685287066174194738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture I took at Sentosa by the USS globe that night. SUPER FOGGY! It was also raining so it was extremely cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue the rest tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Tatas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-1821614191204125884?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1821614191204125884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=1821614191204125884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1821614191204125884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1821614191204125884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-more-days-to-alvin-and-chipmunks-3.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JGphIhgTBHI/Tudahvb5PFI/AAAAAAAACfk/8rFmcUhoLWw/s72-c/aats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-7333348864022746438</id><published>2011-12-01T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:24:10.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Two (late) movie reviews&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You're the Apple of my Eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made Honeypot watch it with me because of peer pressure. Slightly better than I expected but extremely OVERRATED. I think I still have a phobia of cliche romance shows, after the terror of watching Couple's Retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does nobody at all agree with me that romance movies are all out to cheat our money? They don't crash cars, burn houses nor create explosions (making babies does not count). So why on Mars are these movie tickets charged at the same rate as action films?? And no I'm not a saddist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine this was what happened before the production of Apple of my Eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Alrighties here's my plan. Get a few teary actresses and half-naked guys to make out and include lame sexual references and tadaaa hit the theatres.&lt;br /&gt;Director: That's so not going to sell.&lt;br /&gt;Producer: You're right... We better get fully-naked guys instead.&lt;br /&gt;Director: That's ingenious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradictory to the good reviews of this show, I'm going to rant so spoiler alert anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the girl does not even fit the prerequisite to be the dream-girl-that-everybody-loves. She is selfish and has low EQ. My arguments are based accordingly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Just because a guy engages in a sport such as wrestling, he's not a big stupid egg (literal translation for 大笨蛋). That's like a direct insult to all the WWE wrestlers, thai boxers, etc out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A guy tells you he fears rejection from you, so you do not tell him you like him back because.....?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Just because of an argument (which you started yourself), you immediately agree to Mr Fattybom's confession, of whom you don't even have an interest in so what are you thinking hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Flirting on the phone at night with somebody you know has a crush on you, all that AFTER you are attached SECRETLY (ikr?!) hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Oh yes, it's very rude to poke somebody with your pen tip and drawing on people's uniform just to get their attention. If your finger is too short/ weak/ diseased, SIMPLY CAP YOUR PEN FIRST BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I hate it when plots don't explain odd things like why the hell the girl chose to marry that weird old man over the hunk that she spent her whole school life with. Also, was the permanent erection some disease or what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But OTHERWISE (idk what else there is.. butt cracks maybe) it was a okay show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratings: 5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Puss In Boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse than expected. I usually adore animated films but this was seriously quite a bad catch. Show was somewhat draggy and I think the egg looks scary o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd Puss reminds me of Garfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratings: 4/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-7333348864022746438?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7333348864022746438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=7333348864022746438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7333348864022746438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7333348864022746438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-late-movie-reviews-1-youre-apple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-5894038451392369589</id><published>2011-11-30T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:16:31.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More good lobangs so must share. ZoneX @ Scape is now charging by entrance fee. $5 for an hour's unlimited play and $10 for four hours. Extremely worth it for shooting/ driving games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on desperate job hunt with bomz yesterday because we're running low on funds for our holiday plans (I have no idea how we got so poor. I swear we spend only when necessary. Like on food... OHH so that's why.)  Especially after my Toy Story fleece shirt took up 25 percent of our pooled allowance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world, two able bodied individuals up for employment here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attached is our resume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 19&lt;br /&gt;Education: educated&lt;br /&gt;Strength: desperate for money (will probably work harder so it's a strength)&lt;br /&gt;Weakness: nil (duh)&lt;br /&gt;Talent: good appetite...? nil&lt;br /&gt;Motto in life: The universe is an illusion of all reality (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferable job scopes: &lt;br /&gt;1) sitting somewhere with air con and smiling at people&lt;br /&gt;2) bed tester (literally)&lt;br /&gt;3) gourmet&lt;br /&gt;Expected pay: $30 per hour (each)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If interested in hiring us, please find a way to contact me yourself. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-5894038451392369589?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5894038451392369589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=5894038451392369589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5894038451392369589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5894038451392369589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/more-good-lobangs-so-must-share.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-9088273178024175873</id><published>2011-11-27T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T19:57:36.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Macs 1-for-1 nuggets is bigbiglove. Happy deal happy meal. And so is zoneX's 30 for 50 top up value. Loving pre Christmas post exam life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made mousse cupcakes today! Can't wait to show boyfriend tomorrow. Maybe we can eat them during our fish spa. You know, lest we feel hungry watching those piranhas devour our dead skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caesar Millan is cuteeeee sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-9088273178024175873?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/9088273178024175873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=9088273178024175873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/9088273178024175873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/9088273178024175873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/macs-1-for-1-nuggets-is-bigbiglove.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-9135246335086729626</id><published>2011-11-15T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T23:48:19.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is painful.&lt;br /&gt;A heart bruise or a bruised heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vsEG4PhP59w/TsKIw-OIFHI/AAAAAAAACbk/KCchphvKG9c/s400/blogger-image--834187895.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-9135246335086729626?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/9135246335086729626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=9135246335086729626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/9135246335086729626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/9135246335086729626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-is-painful.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vsEG4PhP59w/TsKIw-OIFHI/AAAAAAAACbk/KCchphvKG9c/s72-c/blogger-image--834187895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-6978127306245972074</id><published>2011-11-11T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T01:37:33.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Studying at Nex skylibrary proved to be slightly more effective than my staying at home and watching non-value-adding dramas like huanzhugege. What more I'm not even watching the new one o.O&lt;br /&gt;As a useless sidenote, I think ErKang is cute hahahaha. He has funny ears :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother has O's now.Bomz has A's now.I'm having finals soon.Supermamaexamisowningourlives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month is parent-meeting session for Bomz and I. I'm really going to suffer a nervous breakdown before that. Why did we take 3 years to do this?! Okay I must be positive! Think of how much they will love us because.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&amp;nbsp;nevermind&amp;nbsp;think of holiday instead! Think far!&lt;br /&gt;December chalet&amp;nbsp;and bbq, exchange house visits with Babarah, Jacinthe and gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think far!&lt;br /&gt;Overseas trips, cupcake baking #4, cny shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think further~&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FEET 2, OMG ALVIN AND THE CHIPMUNKS 3 OMG OMG, PUSS IN BOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further...&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, 2012 FIREWOKS! CNY ANGPOWS........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......enlistment in feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further..? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-6978127306245972074?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6978127306245972074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=6978127306245972074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6978127306245972074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6978127306245972074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/11/studying-at-nex-skylibrary-proved-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-8175070982856382094</id><published>2011-10-24T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T00:07:23.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU DO NOT SENTENCE A MURDERER TO A FREAKING&amp;nbsp;FINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF CHANGE YOUR LAWS HELLO???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-8175070982856382094?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8175070982856382094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=8175070982856382094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8175070982856382094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8175070982856382094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-do-not-sentence-murderer-to.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-1081659402936933474</id><published>2011-10-08T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T12:44:16.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USS Tips</title><content type='html'>Belated (exactly 2 months) post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;08/08/11 Universal Studios Singapore&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pre National Day CHIILZZZ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USS WAS A WONDERLAND!! I personally found it better than Disneyland HK because the rides totally pwned those at Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome Joey's Tips to USS (awesome as in the tips, but you can take it both ways):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Choose a non-peak date (they have peak/ super peak/ sorts of nonsense to jack up ticket price by ALOT, calculate your implicit/explicit/opportunity costs also not worth paying that much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Two rides that really need queuing are&amp;nbsp;the Battlestar Galactia at Sci-fi&amp;nbsp;City and&amp;nbsp;the Jurassic raft ride at The Lost World. If you're planning to take the raft ride on a peak day peak hour, just remember to bring a tent, umbrella, sunblock, electric fan, ...bicycle? (Idk maybe can pass time playing with the bell and the pedals)... wet wipes, water, etc, because queue is up to FIVE hours. So go to USS at 10am sharp and be the first to take the ride. THE RAFTS WOULD STILL BE DRY SOMEMORE AWESOME? Who knows inconsiderate people may have puked/ peed on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) DON'T bother getting the express pass. Most other queues are pretty fast, some also air-conditioned, so imo there isn't much need to get express. What's worse, the express pass can only be used once per ride. After which you'll have to queue together with all those 5-hour tenters anyway huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Have breakfast before going in. I guess tourist attractions all target richer tourists so food is quite expensive inside. But of course, if your first ride is going to be raft ride don't be a smart alec and eat some buffet right before playing and then puke on the raft = inconsiderate people in tip 2. Sigh can you imagine how your ride-photo will look like o.O Eat early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Plan your route well. It's silly to run back and forth (unless you're that excited), one city to another. And insert your desired shows in between so you won't miss them.And now, photos of Bomz's and my day at USS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1vidFgJANy4/TkaQ1FKNA2I/AAAAAAAACXI/0C83iVc-osw/s1600/catsb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640354824920564578" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1vidFgJANy4/TkaQ1FKNA2I/AAAAAAAACXI/0C83iVc-osw/s1600/catsb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC breakfast @ Harbour front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FiinuKK0sw8/TkaQ1FACNvI/AAAAAAAACXA/wQB5HCSCVSg/s1600/catsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640354824877913842" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FiinuKK0sw8/TkaQ1FACNvI/AAAAAAAACXA/wQB5HCSCVSg/s1600/catsa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bomz forced to pose awkwardly for me, once again.I had extremely swollen lips that morning so disgusting omg (no offense to Shuqi's fans) D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWSfIbzfkXY/TkaQ1f9PTuI/AAAAAAAACXQ/PIjSTYykM78/s1600/catsc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640354832113946338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWSfIbzfkXY/TkaQ1f9PTuI/AAAAAAAACXQ/PIjSTYykM78/s640/catsc.jpg" width="482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photos I took while happily skipping towards my raft ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sd-uAlVt3fU/TkaQ1sXPJ5I/AAAAAAAACXY/1rJ133TbsC8/s1600/catsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="520" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640354835444213650" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sd-uAlVt3fU/TkaQ1sXPJ5I/AAAAAAAACXY/1rJ133TbsC8/s640/catsd.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, both of us went fully dressed in the national day theme because it was one day before 9 Aug and we're patriots hahaha - cannot wait to share Singapore's joy of getting older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like disneyland, USS has themed music playing throughout the park. So, Jurassic Park's awesome soundtracks were blasting in the Lost World for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kUFCI2BaGO8/TkkvBLfgd5I/AAAAAAAACXg/REIjaa06t08/s1600/catse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641091705569572754" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kUFCI2BaGO8/TkkvBLfgd5I/AAAAAAAACXg/REIjaa06t08/s1600/catse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RAFT RIDE! Idk why Bomz looks so uneasy, probably indigestion. Top right corner shows the poncho we bought to avoid getting drenched. The ride is extremelyyy wet so you're highly advised to get the poncho. I closed my eyes (ride was also scary) so I think we were going through some waterfall or what idk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, see the emptiness behind us? No queue, thank you very much *bow*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other attractions here were also very very&amp;nbsp;fun like the Canopy Flyer where everybody's feet will be hanging out so it's obviously not suitable for asthmatic visitors (caution smelly ride). Then there's a live water show called Water World. I didn't really get the plot but the&amp;nbsp;effects were damn cool. Love&amp;nbsp;the machine gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jBC5_wrSIQ/TkkvHdVPhII/AAAAAAAACXo/BsA1U4h65Gw/s1600/catsf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="482" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641091813437572226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jBC5_wrSIQ/TkkvHdVPhII/AAAAAAAACXo/BsA1U4h65Gw/s640/catsf.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient egypt~ Our favourite ride in USS was The Mummy's Revenge, it is so awesome we went like ten times at least! The queue is also super fast, at max 5 minutes everytime we queued. What more, the entire place felt so mystical I was totally blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the Mummy ride was awesome?Oh yeah I did *chews gingko nuts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qtlXOVV2gY0/TkkvK6VY3yI/AAAAAAAACXw/bGaiQT2vRpU/s1600/catsg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="309" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641091872762421026" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qtlXOVV2gY0/TkkvK6VY3yI/AAAAAAAACXw/bGaiQT2vRpU/s640/catsg.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shrek 4D show was cute&amp;nbsp;and I don't remember having to queue for it. There was also some roller coaster, Enchanted Airways. So enchanted - you won't even know that the ride ended. The ride was so SHORT that when it stopped I thought it was like mentally preparing itself for the next round or something. Nevertheless, quite fun and kid friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q44xWgAuxgk/TkkxQHErkaI/AAAAAAAACYI/yhuZYzTfMXs/s1600/catsj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="426" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641094161104605602" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q44xWgAuxgk/TkkxQHErkaI/AAAAAAAACYI/yhuZYzTfMXs/s640/catsj.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee Bomz the ogre and me the helpless vimtim! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............ asians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBWK7tS8ln0/TkkwvZKrdKI/AAAAAAAACYA/eXuMtuBZcfw/s1600/catsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641093599025919138" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBWK7tS8ln0/TkkwvZKrdKI/AAAAAAAACYA/eXuMtuBZcfw/s640/catsi.jpg" width="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Madagascar. The photographer liked us so much she took 4 shots for us&amp;nbsp;while&amp;nbsp;others only got 1. Oh well what can I say, it's in our DNA.&amp;nbsp;Only slow rides here -&amp;nbsp;a boat ride which was honestly quite interesting and a carousel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No photos from Sci-Fi City because our belongings had to be locked in the provided lockers to play the rides here. One of the Battlestar rides were down that day so we only took the Cylon one. AND WAS IT GOOD!! BEST ROLLER COASTER I HAVE TAKEN IN MY WHOLE LIFE.&amp;nbsp;It was kinda like Canopy Flyer - with legs hanging out -&amp;nbsp;but 1000 times faster and more thrilling. Totally worth the queuing time (about 20-30 minutes). Unfortunately, Bomz didn't like the ride very much so we didn't go a second round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also not much&amp;nbsp;photos from New York/ Hollywood because I was lazy. Hollywood was boring. The only musical there didn't interest me either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York has some Hurricane special effects show (Lights! Camera! Action!) which is pretty&amp;nbsp;cool if you're in front&amp;nbsp;because you can seriously feel the fire/wind/water and there's even a surprise at the end - only for the first row so remember to take the FIRST ROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrREwouEaXo/TpA5NquIFdI/AAAAAAAACZA/8AWoT2G139s/s1600/dATs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EqpzCYnZzoY/TpA2YG2ybfI/AAAAAAAACY4/idIwqjoIL1c/s640/dATs.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shots. One at FarFarAway, one at New York. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bomz stealing job&amp;nbsp;from our foreign talents hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zovOa0i4FZw/TpBI1DSQO1I/AAAAAAAACZE/BzWkvAkQ488/s1600/7WiqT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="455" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zovOa0i4FZw/TpBI1DSQO1I/AAAAAAAACZE/BzWkvAkQ488/s640/7WiqT.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Managed a shot of us with the rotating USS globe before we left. Not easy to take a good shot okay, that freaking thing spins and there's always a crowd, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that sums up our day @ USS. Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-1081659402936933474?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1081659402936933474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=1081659402936933474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1081659402936933474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1081659402936933474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/10/belated-exactly-2-months-post-080811.html' title='USS Tips'/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1vidFgJANy4/TkaQ1FKNA2I/AAAAAAAACXI/0C83iVc-osw/s72-c/catsb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-6260100053137278198</id><published>2011-10-06T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:58:15.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rest in peace Steve Jobs, thank you for making apples more than just vitamin C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-6260100053137278198?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6260100053137278198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=6260100053137278198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6260100053137278198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6260100053137278198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/10/rest-in-peace-steve-jobs-thank-you-for.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-216230723954209206</id><published>2011-10-01T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T00:04:30.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unexpectedly amazing video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/btuxO-C2IzE" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a glimpse of this video on XX's guide to life then went to youtube the whole thing.Started weeping like some wimp sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;I want a lion D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-216230723954209206?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-5362067840988027630</id><published>2011-09-17T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T17:49:01.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took almost 5 minutes to enter this draft because Blogger's new interface confused me and I thought I got onto the wrong website. After confirming that I didn't, I then decided to log in with my nusnet account -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's not my fault I haven't been blogging, I'm a &lt;em&gt;bEeZeE gAlZsX&lt;/em&gt; -spelling courtesy of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Fattybomz (yeah need to caps+bold the 'MY' cause recently no time to meet him then I feeling insecure so must resort to this kind of thing to guard against biatches). Hello girls we're going three years now, people are telling me to get married already SO stop eyeing a married man. And Fattybomz stop eyeing girls out there too I'm the best you can ever ask for yes hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7MMZ4-2hSWk/TnRnovCzIdI/AAAAAAAACYY/nP_pKr3fSfc/s1600/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653257381777449426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7MMZ4-2hSWk/TnRnovCzIdI/AAAAAAAACYY/nP_pKr3fSfc/s400/pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture just to satisfy myself. I added a gritty effect this time hahahahhaha and I think it's quite nice thanks. Taken while I was still working at SuccessNat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a (slightlyyy) late announcement that I am now admitted to NUS SOC, majoring in Information Systems - strategic applications of technology into business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pleased with school right now because everyone is such a bunch of fun and SOC is such a pretty + fully airconditioned place. Even had my first programming practical exam today and it was oddly exciting. If only all exams were awesome like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sidenote, the invigilators were such sotongs. They had to ask us for exam instructions smg. KZ and I were so tempted to tell them it was an open discussion practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESS WEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK IS HERE YAYYYYYY I WANNA SHOP AND PLAY andstudyanddoprojects AND SHOP AND PLAY AND WATCH CONTAGION YAYAYAYYAYAYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to school today, dad and I were listening to a story on the radio. I tried so hard not to cry at it because I refused to disrupt my mood before exam. Who knew when the story ended, I saw dad secretly dry his tears and I couldn't help it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was going to type out the story but it got me nuaing and so I'm going to end this post here byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-5362067840988027630?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5362067840988027630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=5362067840988027630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5362067840988027630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5362067840988027630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-took-almost-5-minutes-to-enter-this.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7MMZ4-2hSWk/TnRnovCzIdI/AAAAAAAACYY/nP_pKr3fSfc/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-1700176768668115790</id><published>2011-08-07T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:50:42.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Upcoming events!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;8/8 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon - USS with Honeypot omg finally omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;Night - Clubbing with OG @ St James + sleep(hang)over in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;9/8 (National Day lol)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon - NUSSU RAG DAY!!!!! SOC FTW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Night - Rachel's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;10/8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG outing: Zoo/Safari + spending our capitaland vouchers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;11/8&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL OMGGG :D&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so excited for school before hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I have lessons from 6pm - 8pm O: Anyone else having night classes too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self KIV blogging mats:&lt;br /&gt;SOC&lt;br /&gt;Orientation&lt;br /&gt;New laptop&lt;br /&gt;Belated (x 3 months) birthday posts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-1700176768668115790?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1700176768668115790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=1700176768668115790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1700176768668115790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1700176768668115790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/08/upcoming-events-88-afternoon-uss-with.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-7081099006954158190</id><published>2011-08-07T00:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T00:34:06.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everywhere with you is disneyland.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Are you happy with me?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...... no."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 410px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/183c24af.jpg" width="279" height="624" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No....... &lt;strong&gt;guts&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-7081099006954158190?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7081099006954158190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=7081099006954158190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7081099006954158190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7081099006954158190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/08/everywhere-with-you-is-disneyland.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-6082298106435072530</id><published>2011-07-24T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T23:37:21.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keke ii am A hAppieZ GaLzSx 2DaE ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Cut The Rope finally has new updates = new levels + new candy types!!!! Fattyhon quick quick go download it and challenge me!! LiFe RaWkZ mAnNxz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a sad girl because I need to wake up at 8am tomorrow to go school for briefing D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-6082298106435072530?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6082298106435072530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=6082298106435072530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6082298106435072530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6082298106435072530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/07/keke-ii-am-happiez-galzsx-2dae-because.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-2905416816649173462</id><published>2011-07-23T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:27:55.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Baking #2 AND #3 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Efficient baker/ slow blogger &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made lemon meringue cupcake! Sounds damn challenging I know right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST LOOK AT HOW SUCCESSFUL I WAS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF8EbWBdj80/TiG5hR8rhqI/AAAAAAAACWY/eOHBLTccY-I/s1600/ccats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629984990594565794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF8EbWBdj80/TiG5hR8rhqI/AAAAAAAACWY/eOHBLTccY-I/s400/ccats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a picture from a recipe book omg?&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;it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about 1/400 of their standard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PUcOC-e9s4M/TiG5g1s6EmI/AAAAAAAACWQ/fQVgS7XICYY/s1600/dcats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629984983012217442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PUcOC-e9s4M/TiG5g1s6EmI/AAAAAAAACWQ/fQVgS7XICYY/s400/dcats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the oven. It looks totally similar to the recipe book yes stop denying it.&lt;br /&gt;........ THEY HAVE A BETTER CAMERA WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3G4qULva7OQ/TiG5gg_FcII/AAAAAAAACWI/uzs0T_JYX-4/s1600/acats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629984977451315330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3G4qULva7OQ/TiG5gg_FcII/AAAAAAAACWI/uzs0T_JYX-4/s400/acats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupcake Galore which I, the hardworking baker-in-making, borrowed from the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one week later, I decided to embark on a new recipe...&lt;br /&gt;OREO CUPCAKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbeJG0UmqdI/TirODpNw7HI/AAAAAAAACWo/T3GDoaQqZzQ/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632540845978741874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbeJG0UmqdI/TirODpNw7HI/AAAAAAAACWo/T3GDoaQqZzQ/s400/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a page from the recipe book?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT HAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bad joke but seriously, I think these are the prettiest cupcakes I made in my lifeeee! Yes I know my life = baked three times only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--tClMY8rDMU/TirPj3qsOfI/AAAAAAAACWw/E4S0uYU6m88/s1600/ccats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632542499125606898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--tClMY8rDMU/TirPj3qsOfI/AAAAAAAACWw/E4S0uYU6m88/s400/ccats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you thank you, please show Marching Mama your greatest support when/if it opens in the future hahahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mU2GCUm4c90/TiG5gBNv87I/AAAAAAAACWA/lEpC1egaHbs/s1600/bcats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629984968922887090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mU2GCUm4c90/TiG5gBNv87I/AAAAAAAACWA/lEpC1egaHbs/s400/bcats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot bought me this in approval of my baking ambitions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and check out my new sanrio infatuation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vHmjBZ73-BI/SS6VZNH4G3I/AAAAAAAACeM/GeP1JIZJUec/s400/cinnamoroll.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINNAMOROLL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a chubby puppy! And guess what, Cinanamoroll and his owner own a bakery, i.e. my aspiration!!!!!!!! They sell cinnamon rolls hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at him makes me unusually happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHSWN9Xkzl8/TiG5f4JzgAI/AAAAAAAACV4/sBelLd0vscQ/s1600/ecats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629984966490423298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WHSWN9Xkzl8/TiG5f4JzgAI/AAAAAAAACV4/sBelLd0vscQ/s400/ecats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a mobile charger. Was searching for one with a picture of Cinnamoroll but the closest they had was this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4hwSFbpouQU/TiG5oO3p5PI/AAAAAAAACWg/mSK5Lzm8xPk/s1600/fcats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629985110027265266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4hwSFbpouQU/TiG5oO3p5PI/AAAAAAAACWg/mSK5Lzm8xPk/s400/fcats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the back is cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registration + CORS briefing + orientation camp next week onwards O:&lt;br /&gt;Date me before wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-2905416816649173462?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2905416816649173462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=2905416816649173462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2905416816649173462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2905416816649173462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/07/baking-2-and-3-efficient-baker-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF8EbWBdj80/TiG5hR8rhqI/AAAAAAAACWY/eOHBLTccY-I/s72-c/ccats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-7041376231237002174</id><published>2011-07-23T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:04:37.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kenaed stomach cramps from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Tx1XIm6q4r4?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter is like possessed omg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. Somebody please explain to me why Dumbledore was naked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-7041376231237002174?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7041376231237002174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=7041376231237002174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7041376231237002174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7041376231237002174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/07/kenaed-stomach-cramps-from-this.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Tx1XIm6q4r4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-4835503787218797648</id><published>2011-07-20T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T01:12:35.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally quit my job on Sunday (spent twenty seconds contemplating the past tense of 'quit' and the next ten minutes googling the word for it - grammar fail).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four good months, living the life of a receptionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I printed notes,&lt;br /&gt;mailed letters,&lt;br /&gt;bought chicken rice for my boss,&lt;br /&gt;printed somemore,&lt;br /&gt;kena-ed heart attacks from the p5s during classes I relieved,&lt;br /&gt;got heart melts at the same p5s celebrating my birthday,&lt;br /&gt;played Kart Rider with the sec 3s,&lt;br /&gt;argued with the sec 4s,&lt;br /&gt;ate prata with the sec 2s,&lt;br /&gt;heard the p4s telling me, "You are the nicest teacher here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heard them ask me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can you stay?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can't help but feel enveloped with a whole mug of contradicting emotions. The fact that I no longer have to panic at 2.25pm for work -having only woken up at 2.15pm- thrashes me with the same degree of relief and discomfort. To add on, the kids are so unbelievably sweet and I miss them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to the lovely students of successnat:&lt;br /&gt;Your receptionist/april-july11 was a very happy one because of all of you. Thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sooching, pass the message yes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made sushi with Flockie this morning! Our sushi rice ended up as some sour porridge because this 5 star recipe said to add half a pot of vinegar+water yaosi!? We ended up having to fan the rice (yeah fan, like put it right in front of the fan) until it returns to solid state o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, our sushi making went well. We only made tuna sushi because both of us have no creativity and are both lazy to buy ingredients other than seaweed and a can of tuna hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures because I'm a lazy blogger as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had my health check at UHC and it was relatively fun, albeit really slow. I put on 800 grams fml and the person recorded that I was 1.66m when the height meter displayed 1.61 so I really don't know what went wrong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urine test was successful thank goodness. Somehow I couldn't help worrying that the pee would evaporate inside me and I would end up stuck inside the cubicle aiming at that dumb cup for an hour just to collect a few drops of my excreted liquid O: I even woke up specially at 7.30am, and at every 2 hour intervals, to drunk myself with water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only unfortunate result was at the final doctor's consultation. She told me there was a murmur (?!) between each of my heart beat which meant that there was a backflow in blood from my left heart ventricle to blahblahblah whatever I'm over bio thanks. I was going to tell her it was actually Voldemort murmuring but she didn't look like a HP fan oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an ending note, I CUT HONEYPOT'S HAIR TODAY MUAHAHAHHAA. Not trim yes, cut. His punishment for stalking me outside Cold Storage this afternoon hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-4835503787218797648?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4835503787218797648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=4835503787218797648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/4835503787218797648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/4835503787218797648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-finally-quit-my-job-on-sunday-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-4141460769599955792</id><published>2011-07-15T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T20:50:15.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short flail over Harry potter because no one is willing to listen to me for fear of me giving away spoilers ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deathly hallows part 2 had me close to agitated tears when all the secrets started spilling. Love it omg maybe I'll drag honeypot to watch it with me a second time! As a sidenote, Part 1 was a far cry from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos of my second baking next (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-4141460769599955792?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4141460769599955792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=4141460769599955792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/4141460769599955792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/4141460769599955792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/07/short-flail-over-harry-potter-because.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-5914299166491485324</id><published>2011-06-28T23:03:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T00:34:29.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I R' CUP&lt;em&gt;BAKER&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned, I am currently addicted to pretty cupcakes. Up to date, my favourites include the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uEnta7PjWwk/TgnuSpbPgAI/AAAAAAAACUQ/6gF4SEgrewc/s1600/cookie-monster_cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623287613873946626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uEnta7PjWwk/TgnuSpbPgAI/AAAAAAAACUQ/6gF4SEgrewc/s400/cookie-monster_cupcakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie monster, reminds me of my son Louis Cookie. So cute omg??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CcftzYiT_t4/TgnuSni3FjI/AAAAAAAACUI/RzJ_eYKHFks/s1600/pug2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623287613369030194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CcftzYiT_t4/TgnuSni3FjI/AAAAAAAACUI/RzJ_eYKHFks/s400/pug2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puggiesss, like my darling puglet Cereal xoxoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7qqwWNegxk/TgnuSSDbkWI/AAAAAAAACUA/uD7KGKq3x7Q/s1600/cupcakes14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 381px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623287607600058722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7qqwWNegxk/TgnuSSDbkWI/AAAAAAAACUA/uD7KGKq3x7Q/s400/cupcakes14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super mario!!! And the princess even O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9e5-KADnic/TgnuSKd4GSI/AAAAAAAACT4/REZ_rP7pQzI/s1600/5734583186_99576dcdc3_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623287605563496738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c9e5-KADnic/TgnuSKd4GSI/AAAAAAAACT4/REZ_rP7pQzI/s400/5734583186_99576dcdc3_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry birds :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ayOmT-uzUA/TgnuR-NfHgI/AAAAAAAACTw/29A2myfEkE8/s1600/5734582532_a5ccbd55d4_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623287602273525250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ayOmT-uzUA/TgnuR-NfHgI/AAAAAAAACTw/29A2myfEkE8/s400/5734582532_a5ccbd55d4_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey... roleplaying Minnie..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last three are from Shiberty Sweets while the cookie monster and pug photos were saved long ago so idk where they came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't believe how inspired I was looking through cupcake albums. I felt like I was under a bodhi tree can?! Like seriously getting enlightened with every second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO MY BIGGEST AMBITION NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO OPEN A BAKERY-CAFE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even thought of its name! Marching Mama Cafeteria~ Honeypot will be Papa and I'll name the curry puffs after him... Power&lt;strong&gt;puff&lt;/strong&gt; Papa hahahahahaha such a good pun omg. Anddd we got together in March, so explains 'Marching'. I AM SO CREATIVE TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following my dream to open Marching Mama, I got down to real action. After jogging with my dad at the stadium today, both of us painstakingly walked to the supermarket to buy worthy materials for my future endeavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XvoV8RB6zV4/Tgn3r3HWGMI/AAAAAAAACU4/60UORN1JXcw/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623297942649968834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XvoV8RB6zV4/Tgn3r3HWGMI/AAAAAAAACU4/60UORN1JXcw/s400/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BAKED CUPCAKES ON MY OWN!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2TGuhHaVRSM/Tgn4fybyxxI/AAAAAAAACVA/gmoGglgpmq4/s1600/ccats.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZTDFcGAg3c/Tgn7l0T6NcI/AAAAAAAACVQ/W-5BV59cpLs/s1600/dats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623302236864656834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZTDFcGAg3c/Tgn7l0T6NcI/AAAAAAAACVQ/W-5BV59cpLs/s400/dats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh out of the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDDD FINALLY.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1eXUJox7Qk/Tgn5PKsvoNI/AAAAAAAACVI/LaWUn-vW4pY/s1600/cccats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623299648714154194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1eXUJox7Qk/Tgn5PKsvoNI/AAAAAAAACVI/LaWUn-vW4pY/s400/cccats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not bad for a first timer (: There were no premix no instants. I even made the chocolate frosting myself - although it failed the first time cause it was too watery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look I am so sincere in becoming a baker, I even started a virtual bakery!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qi7DMkyjYvU/Tgn97-VJZJI/AAAAAAAACVg/rCKIPZ-NzkI/s1600/8be4e3ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623304816534578322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qi7DMkyjYvU/Tgn97-VJZJI/AAAAAAAACVg/rCKIPZ-NzkI/s400/8be4e3ca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Valentine Cupcakes are so popular!! And it's not because that's the only thing my bakery was selling then tsk D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UH-t2XcyVI/Tgn97z68AwI/AAAAAAAACVo/KaeTLscDtAg/s1600/ce713d55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623304813740294914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UH-t2XcyVI/Tgn97z68AwI/AAAAAAAACVo/KaeTLscDtAg/s400/ce713d55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAY BAKERY STORY AND BE MY NEIGHBOUR! My Storm8 ID is marchingmams go add me haha! (was meant to be marchingmama but I mistyped and didn't realise until I was already done sian). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxRFJU24WHM/Tgn97iLGuXI/AAAAAAAACVY/3vSf4efD6kA/s1600/e09665e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623304808976267634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxRFJU24WHM/Tgn97iLGuXI/AAAAAAAACVY/3vSf4efD6kA/s400/e09665e6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at how big my boiled lobsters are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, since when do bakeries sell lobsters? You're right, they don't. This time, it's.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7RuCRxaO3Yc/Tgn-HRN7QsI/AAAAAAAACVw/pVDLwgH_KjM/s1600/e8e97c35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623305010583126722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7RuCRxaO3Yc/Tgn-HRN7QsI/AAAAAAAACVw/pVDLwgH_KjM/s400/e8e97c35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant Story hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATAS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-5914299166491485324?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5914299166491485324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=5914299166491485324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5914299166491485324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5914299166491485324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-r-cup-baker-like-i-mentioned-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uEnta7PjWwk/TgnuSpbPgAI/AAAAAAAACUQ/6gF4SEgrewc/s72-c/cookie-monster_cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-1538242509117846254</id><published>2011-06-26T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:49:38.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a sudden obsession for creative cupcakes. An extremely strong one especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post a few impressive photos I found tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE A BAKER!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-1538242509117846254?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1538242509117846254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=1538242509117846254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1538242509117846254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1538242509117846254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-sudden-obsession-for-creative.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-5720888846072439102</id><published>2011-06-17T23:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T11:05:10.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;... she used to call us "her three sweet beauties"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619219677782070450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8fpXnAPR7k/Tft6hmkV1LI/AAAAAAAACTo/UAQOeBR3R5A/s400/anymaking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken on graduation day, after our last chemistry class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through my photobucket album when I came across this picture. All of a sudden, the lost image of our consultation days escaped from a hidden corner of my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice every week, the three of us would always reluctantly, and slowly, climb up the E Block staircase towards &lt;em&gt;old beauty's&lt;/em&gt; top floor consultation classroom - and never arrive on time. Of course we'd also make an effort to pant right before we enter the class so to discreetly pass the message, "We could have been later you know, at least we ran."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earlier quarter of our 150 minute lunch break was actually spent eating our everyday Breakfast Set and crafting dramatic reasons to pon consults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] Suddenly recalled one of said dramatic reasons last night. There was consult in the morning, first period cause three of us had no lessons at that time. Our invented story included Clara arriving late for school because she got into a car accident - WITH MY CAR HAHAHA (means I was late too). Coreen, upon reaching the consult classroom early, did not see both of us and thought that consultation was cancelled so she left. That was why all three of us did not turn up for consultation that morning. Of course we didn't have the guts to tell &lt;em&gt;oldbeauty&lt;/em&gt; that, so we told her we had yet another math test to study for &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. [/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was always when all plans fail (aka cannot think of an excuse good enough OR &lt;em&gt;oldbeauty&lt;/em&gt; saw through our schemes) did we have no choice but to rush out some patronized chemistry questions before meeting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an interesting sidenote, all three of us attained the same grade for only Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL MY FELLOW BEAUTIES:&lt;br /&gt;YOU WERE MISSED TODAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-5720888846072439102?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5720888846072439102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=5720888846072439102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5720888846072439102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5720888846072439102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8fpXnAPR7k/Tft6hmkV1LI/AAAAAAAACTo/UAQOeBR3R5A/s72-c/anymaking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-3615831235854703926</id><published>2011-06-04T09:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T09:32:44.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost cried reading this article at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to read: &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifestyle.xin.msn.com/en/sex-relationships/article.aspx?cp-documentid=4889462&amp;amp;page=2"&gt;9 things you should never say to a woman.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATTYBOMZ YOU ARE GUILTY OF 8 OUT OF 9 YOU KUKUMALU!?!?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-3615831235854703926?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3615831235854703926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=3615831235854703926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/3615831235854703926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/3615831235854703926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/06/read-article-9-things-you-should-never.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-4182051809959096477</id><published>2011-06-03T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T17:29:12.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Getting bored at work with Kevin in the classroom behind me now (he's having tuition here because I have staff discount hahahahahahahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AC0qbBjtDZc/TdnbmxjP8cI/AAAAAAAACSM/54en-CZ_Vxg/s1600/bday8_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609756270049358274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AC0qbBjtDZc/TdnbmxjP8cI/AAAAAAAACSM/54en-CZ_Vxg/s400/bday8_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our newyorknewyork cotton candy during lunch. I don't know what got us into thinking that it would be cool to order three sets of main courses for the two of us. Of which we finished like one hour later, and with further distractions of said cotton candy, we arrived at the NTU course briefing just in time to hear them say "Thank you for your kind attention".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we have learnt our lesson. Next time we will finish all three meals in thirty minutes..... and skip the cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sidenote, I'm officially a NUS freshman. Fattybomz fattybomz hurry up join me at SoC! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O79oQU3tIHI/TdnbVRaERSI/AAAAAAAACSE/E-JLM3P66dA/s1600/bday7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609755969363133730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O79oQU3tIHI/TdnbVRaERSI/AAAAAAAACSE/E-JLM3P66dA/s400/bday7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I made the cotton candy myself! And that's the polka dotted dress I mentioned in the previous previous previous previous previous.... er previous? post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday posts + JR dinner date post + the random Ninja SADs (Socially Awkward Dates) + lunch dates with Heeai posts are all not ready. I know right, after going MIA for so long the only thing I managed to cook up is a lame useless photo post of me and my boyfriend. BUT OH WELL, LIKE I SAID, EVERYBODY ENJOYS A LITTLE LOVE STORY HAHAHAH I have no new lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Congrats SAP on passing your driving I'm so proud of you! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-4182051809959096477?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4182051809959096477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=4182051809959096477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/4182051809959096477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/4182051809959096477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/06/getting-bored-at-work-with-kevin-in.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AC0qbBjtDZc/TdnbmxjP8cI/AAAAAAAACSM/54en-CZ_Vxg/s72-c/bday8_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-6807244211239228277</id><published>2011-05-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:05:27.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HONEYPOTTTTT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-6807244211239228277?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6807244211239228277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=6807244211239228277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6807244211239228277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6807244211239228277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-19th-birthday-honeypottttt.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-7017826648483730086</id><published>2011-05-27T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T20:45:04.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;170511 - Ninja Outing #1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vesak at Wild wild wet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tendency to finish blogging only ten days after every event that happens. And thats when I forget everything already well done.Met Black Ninja for our first official ninja outing at WWW!The night earlier we had concerns about bursting out of the swimming costume (okay I DID), tshirt floating away, flying out of the slide, etc. Nevertheless our excitement was overwhelming heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqJmHAr32KM/TdkrqfmSXwI/AAAAAAAACRE/7G0T1crYJbY/s1600/DSC02072-vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609562819903250178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqJmHAr32KM/TdkrqfmSXwI/AAAAAAAACRE/7G0T1crYJbY/s400/DSC02072-vert.jpg" style="height: 302px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adult tickets!Sidenote: Sian the nail of my (already very short) thumb broke. Now it looks even more like a toe wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kLGbiiH0kS4/TdksZP59-WI/AAAAAAAACRk/GLeds7h-lPQ/s1600/DSC02074a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609563623144683874" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kLGbiiH0kS4/TdksZP59-WI/AAAAAAAACRk/GLeds7h-lPQ/s400/DSC02074a.jpg" style="height: 328px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol at random black man photobombing us.Lol x 2 at Sandy being the same colour as random black man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a ;="" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RiTrsBT28f8/TnjZcIxXvpI/AAAAAAAACYg/dnuhNb4p2d8/s1600/xphxT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654508409577782930" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RiTrsBT28f8/TnjZcIxXvpI/AAAAAAAACYg/dnuhNb4p2d8/s400/xphxT.jpg" style="height: 329px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Ninja trying to replace me as White ninja.Two of the rides were broken - yellow open slide and the bicycle ride. The lazy river was fun except I have to put up with people like Sandy who would kick my float so that she can float faster smg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got sunburnt even with my SPF 50 sunblock (SIGH) while Sandy just continues to turn blacker - can you believe that even with THAT skin colour she can still get tan lines? What shade of black can she exactly achieve O:When my brother saw my red cheeks the next day, he even bothered to tell me my risks of skin cancer as compared to those who get tanned. So not only do I have to tahan the painful red faces I have a higher risk to get tumours too wth.She then came to my house where we wasted time stalking random people online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FW4dtJe-02c/Tdp4wFZQQQI/AAAAAAAACTE/tW57WYfjgYM/s1600/caats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609929053320528130" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FW4dtJe-02c/Tdp4wFZQQQI/AAAAAAAACTE/tW57WYfjgYM/s400/caats.jpg" style="height: 400px; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject in both photos is secretly the Rilakuma lamp.Okay tatas I seriously cannot remember details already. Sandy I await your post regarding this when your laptop recoverssss!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-7017826648483730086?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7017826648483730086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=7017826648483730086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7017826648483730086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7017826648483730086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/170511-ninja-outing-1-vesak-at-wild_27.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqJmHAr32KM/TdkrqfmSXwI/AAAAAAAACRE/7G0T1crYJbY/s72-c/DSC02072-vert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-8798875574077154026</id><published>2011-05-22T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T23:21:30.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rant post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know change is the constant. But your change is freaking scary. It's abnormal. Don't you think it's time to reflect. Just because I let you take advantage of me doesn't mean you can go to the extent of using the person I love the most to give in to your unreasonable wishes time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What on earth are you thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's obviously my fault, I shouldn't have stood by you when you made a mistake then. I've turned you into the selfish you that's no longer whom I knew _ years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for now, what more change do you have to offer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-8798875574077154026?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8798875574077154026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=8798875574077154026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8798875574077154026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8798875574077154026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/rant-post.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-8253138168926280693</id><published>2011-05-19T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T20:08:47.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of my 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ought to mature more and cheer up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-8253138168926280693?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8253138168926280693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=8253138168926280693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8253138168926280693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8253138168926280693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/last-day-of-my-18th.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-8326163651225534895</id><published>2011-05-16T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T11:15:23.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;140511 - Haw Par Villa&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, after the luncheon at SoC (omg I made a friend there already can you believe it we even signed up for orientation camp together!!), Fattybomz and I were on our way to Vivo when our bus passed by a very unexpected place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, both of us recalled ever being there in our childhood days. Just once -yet we don't have any memories of it at all except in photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my eyes sharply spotted a sign stating "free admission", we alighted abruptly at.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S67vljID5p4/Tc_nv32huvI/AAAAAAAACPc/u09d-ggG3hM/s1600/bats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606954870732077810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S67vljID5p4/Tc_nv32huvI/AAAAAAAACPc/u09d-ggG3hM/s400/bats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAW PAR VILLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Chinese Mythological Theme Park, containing over 1,000 statues and 150 giant dioramas depicting scenes from Chinese folklore, legends and history (as defined by Wiki). So for example, you'll get to see Sun Wukong (Monkey King), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7cgGpjwfmCw/Tc_l0535XFI/AAAAAAAACPE/P6s5cLMauaI/s1600/DSC02047asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606952758150782034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7cgGpjwfmCw/Tc_l0535XFI/AAAAAAAACPE/P6s5cLMauaI/s400/DSC02047asd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us at the attrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fWxZvXujytc/Tc_uy6Fj3UI/AAAAAAAACQM/PpRs742da3U/s1600/aad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606962619453005122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fWxZvXujytc/Tc_uy6Fj3UI/AAAAAAAACQM/PpRs742da3U/s400/aad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er yeah to all the lost, wandering souls out there, here's the way to hell (literally). Follow directions especially if you don't have a gps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SbSe4mZ2JPY/Tc_tu2ksQHI/AAAAAAAACP8/QohQO2X0hFU/s1600/asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606961450278731890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SbSe4mZ2JPY/Tc_tu2ksQHI/AAAAAAAACP8/QohQO2X0hFU/s400/asd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance of the Ten Courts Of Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was major fun!! Dark, grotesque and scary. Kind of like a haunted house just that it plays with your mind without having to scare you with people carressing your feet using a broom and eerie music. Basically it depicts the different punishment at each court for every level of sinners. Up till today, the scary displays still run in my head O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, gossip mongers actually have their tongues pulled omg kukumalu I am going to be just a listener from today onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FeAlwOz_os/Tc_skd3mxjI/AAAAAAAACP0/nalte3JFgGc/s1600/eats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606960172336858674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4FeAlwOz_os/Tc_skd3mxjI/AAAAAAAACP0/nalte3JFgGc/s400/eats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pictures. The place was actually established by the developers of Tiger Balm which explains the tiger statues hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also made wishes at the wishing well. Imagine our amazement when a timely gush of wind spun the spinning wheel THE SECOND we rang the wishing bell. Correct that's my own way of telling myself that our wishes will come true thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-koJtU5_VdPU/Tc_pL1DxWWI/AAAAAAAACPk/dUFG3Ffh_Fg/s1600/dats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606956450530285922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-koJtU5_VdPU/Tc_pL1DxWWI/AAAAAAAACPk/dUFG3Ffh_Fg/s400/dats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of rocks people pray to (?) in the older days for ever lasting marriages and a house of children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment Fattybomz saw these rocks, he agitatedly exlaimed that we were supposed to kiss in front of them so that we'll stay happy forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe he thought that I'd believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Haw Par Villa has more than just mythology from China. It hassssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdXjjf1dK08/Tc_mqueNDtI/AAAAAAAACPM/bSYlIKmfesE/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606953682803166930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdXjjf1dK08/Tc_mqueNDtI/AAAAAAAACPM/bSYlIKmfesE/s400/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... New York hahahahah! We totally lol-ed at the statue when we saw it awkwardly standing in the middle of the chinese looking garden (spot chinese looking pavillion in background).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sidenote, if the statues all come alive - i.e. like &lt;em&gt;Night at the Museum&lt;/em&gt;, won't she'll be the loneliest one. All the rest speak Chinese what how to communicate. Got language gap sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iokFjr_OD6E/Tc_u-0B2K_I/AAAAAAAACQU/aLYX0OVqv2w/s1600/as.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606962823985245170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iokFjr_OD6E/Tc_u-0B2K_I/AAAAAAAACQU/aLYX0OVqv2w/s400/as.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, we arrived at Japannnn.... whose Sumo wrestlers use Tiger balms too hahaha wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway these two are comparatively less lonely than Statue of Liberty at night - at least they can talk to each other. Yes I really feel very sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t3GFQSNFnTg/Tc_sOZDljXI/AAAAAAAACPs/bl0ftA6fm4M/s1600/DSC02070-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606959793087810930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t3GFQSNFnTg/Tc_sOZDljXI/AAAAAAAACPs/bl0ftA6fm4M/s400/DSC02070-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first picture Fattybomz took with these wrestlers, I told him that the Fattyboms behind totally outshone him. Of which he felt extremely indignant and thus the above expression at the second shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we even arrived at....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SW9YtR3H2I4/TdHgcRoR-GI/AAAAAAAACQ0/se42Xxwt9ds/s1600/aefv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607509787426289762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SW9YtR3H2I4/TdHgcRoR-GI/AAAAAAAACQ0/se42Xxwt9ds/s400/aefv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... errrrrrrrrrrr.... Neverland.......?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk. Where do naked mermaids come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also australia with all the kangaroos and kiwis, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave the Jade House and the Hua Song Museum a miss because we were too tired after the outdoor walk. In conclusion, Haw Par Villa was a great visit. Some of the more obscene displays aren't exactly suitable for children though hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentioned about swimming the previous post so yup just two photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlyiH4UH0Xw/Tc_nvgv7V8I/AAAAAAAACPU/NFCOhXpnkUs/s1600/aats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606954864530380738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlyiH4UH0Xw/Tc_nvgv7V8I/AAAAAAAACPU/NFCOhXpnkUs/s400/aats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went at an awesome timing where the pool was still empty so I can struggle and drown and embarrass myself without anybody watching :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fattybomz taught me to swim and I think I learnt well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also gymed a second time and I'm secretly proud of my progress! I'm on my way to a healthy lifestyle~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off, this is a really cuteeee image I caught on my way home from work the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYJoTGHdSwg/Tc_wP-lYjqI/AAAAAAAACQk/I4GcVoP6UwE/s1600/awera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 396px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606964218388057762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYJoTGHdSwg/Tc_wP-lYjqI/AAAAAAAACQk/I4GcVoP6UwE/s400/awera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random FASS bag....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDXW7FGvuIM/Tc_wPlEiBfI/AAAAAAAACQc/YA7_0kKzjDc/s1600/awer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606964211539379698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDXW7FGvuIM/Tc_wPlEiBfI/AAAAAAAACQc/YA7_0kKzjDc/s400/awer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Idk, either she's an alumni or her granddaughter's studying there now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ah ma damn cute she'll straighten her bag now and then somemore, and sweep it when somebody bangs into it. And halfway on the bus, she reached into the FASS bag to take out an orange?? Tai ke ai le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay toodles. Wild wild wet today!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-8326163651225534895?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8326163651225534895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=8326163651225534895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8326163651225534895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8326163651225534895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/140511-haw-par-villa-last-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S67vljID5p4/Tc_nv32huvI/AAAAAAAACPc/u09d-ggG3hM/s72-c/bats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-4142119313181833397</id><published>2011-05-11T20:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T10:29:07.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is late news but I'm really pleased with the polling results. May the elected government bring their best for the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a desperate attempt to lose weight and keep fit, Fattybomz and I went to the gym yesterday! On our way there, an easily jealous me expressed to Bomz that I hoped there wouldn't be hot girls in the gym, of which he cringed and whined, because according to him the chance of hot guys working out in a gym is undesirably higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently our ideal gym is one filled with ugly/ scrawny people, prefably old too. They should also get tired easily so that they can only run for 1 minute max then get off the threadmill for our turn. In other words, Bomz and I should just use the exercising equipment in an old folks home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cycled, ran and did weight lifting (ikr). I lost at least 4-digit worth of calories! The gym rocks it was playing all my favourite songs. The cyclist beside me was totally stunned when we started singing along to "Just The Way You Are" hahaha. Poor thing must have wanted to escape. Confirm broke his determination to cycle the last few stages. We so kind pelase, go gym to provide bigger challenges for the users so they can outdo themselves and be better sportsmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh the equipment was super impatient/ unfriendly lah!! Wahlao I take a 2 second break only the screen will show "PEDAL FASTER!!" and if I don't the machine would shut down and I'll have to redo the stage over again smg!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't it at least be more motivational and say "Jiayou, don't stop pedalling (:" or maybe show a picture of a chicken wing/ naked girl so that the runner can run towards his aim! I am so creative omg I should have chosen Industrial Design as my uni course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDZnj86Oo2E/TcqwuRRdfpI/AAAAAAAACOs/Id6s3o0o9g4/s1600/DSC02032a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605486995173113490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDZnj86Oo2E/TcqwuRRdfpI/AAAAAAAACOs/Id6s3o0o9g4/s400/DSC02032a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hougang Sports Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcS37BSA-Ks/TcqjY3yhJFI/AAAAAAAACOc/wVgpYiGS5zo/s1600/blah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605472333904028754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcS37BSA-Ks/TcqjY3yhJFI/AAAAAAAACOc/wVgpYiGS5zo/s400/blah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so worn out at the end of the day we couldn't even hold the camera straight to take a decent photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hRVdYRU5Uys/TdHc2kqo2pI/AAAAAAAACQs/_4dT0h5vWxY/s1600/DSC02038a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607505841166539410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hRVdYRU5Uys/TdHc2kqo2pI/AAAAAAAACQs/_4dT0h5vWxY/s400/DSC02038a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up having to take one using self timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then &lt;strong&gt;walked&lt;/strong&gt; from the stadium back all the way back to my house where we joined my brother for dinner and TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fattybomz is now convinced that my brother likes him because Kevin showed him a thumbs up in response to his "Good luck for your tests". SIGH. Did I also mention before how Bomz deluded himself into thinking my dad likes him too after my dad said thank you to him?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is 26 months and we're goinggg swimming! Goodbye phospholipid bilayer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flockie and I are planning to take a big step and go for special classessss~! Will reveal it when we actually confirm on that hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UV0aa4u78HM/Tcqvg20wInI/AAAAAAAACOk/MgUGaQWGRYQ/s1600/chats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605485665223451250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UV0aa4u78HM/Tcqvg20wInI/AAAAAAAACOk/MgUGaQWGRYQ/s400/chats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought this to work today and the kids finished everything within a minute. I shall take an optimistic point of view and see it as dieting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-4142119313181833397?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4142119313181833397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=4142119313181833397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/4142119313181833397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/4142119313181833397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-late-news-but-im-really-pleased.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDZnj86Oo2E/TcqwuRRdfpI/AAAAAAAACOs/Id6s3o0o9g4/s72-c/DSC02032a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-5863906656574988149</id><published>2011-05-08T07:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:38:37.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THOR WAS SOOO GOOOOOOOOD! Favourite show of the year so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my poor CK and history knowledge, I initially thought Thor was going to be like another Tron - yes I think all movies with four-lettered titles that start with T are the same. That of which I have a phobia of after watching because Tron was extremely terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Honeypot's persistence, I gave in and we went to catch the show at Nex (KIV: our new food heaven).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out surprisingly fantastic! The movie revolves around this salivatingly suave Thunder God, Thor, who gets betrayed by his brother and ends up getting banished onto earth. Norse mythology with twists of humour and romance. Awesome. There's also Natalie Portman so courters of this Black Swan (i.e. Honeypot) really ought to give it a catch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fact #1: Thursday is named after Thor - Thor's day.&lt;br /&gt;Fun fact #2: The Swedish word for thunder, tordön, literally means “Thor’s din” .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pe0pXc09iDI/TcVLep_RhNI/AAAAAAAACOU/DoSyMXB_i4k/s1600/asdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603968301371851986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pe0pXc09iDI/TcVLep_RhNI/AAAAAAAACOU/DoSyMXB_i4k/s400/asdf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have personally been decieved by how lame this poster looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nex is a fabulous place. I'm not sure why it's been recieving so much criticism since it opened because this. Mall. Has. Everything! Crazy array of clothing, electronics, toy shops, a TWO STOREY pet shop, ginormous arcade, the new Shaw theatre (which means cheap tickets yet quality cinema), a library (?!?!), A ROOFTOP WATER THEME PARK FREE ADMISSION SOMEMORE DONT EVEN NEED TO WEAR SWIMMING COSTUME. And if NTUC is not enough, they have NTUC &lt;strong&gt;XTRA&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least actually it's the most important point thank you very much please open your ears eyes mouth nostrils.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FOOD IS AWESOME MAX&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot went mad during dinner time because he wanted to swallow the whole mall. Fast food, check! Atas chinese/ malay/ hongkong/ italian/ swedish/ international restaurants, check! Glass windowed prata shop, check! Cafes, check! Snack stalls, check! Dessert and yogurt places, check! Food junction, check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;best &lt;/strong&gt;has to be the Nanxiang Express. It's the only express branch in Singapore now! Original award winning xiao long baos that people in Shanghai queue 1.5 hours at the very Nanxiang restaurant for!! Here at nex, waiting time is 10 minutes max! Honeypot and I loved it so much we went for our second round! Super affordable as well - its $5.50 for one basket of six freshly steamed pork dumplings with such delicious broth that squirts in your mouth when you bite into the wrap! Omg blissssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot and I were saying we can play the entire food chain game in Nex itself. It's the game where you have to eat something that begins with the end of the previous food name aka 食字路口. E.g. Fried chicken --&amp;gt; Chicken rice --&amp;gt; Rice cake --&amp;gt; etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going onto my to do list, right after I get my pay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back, we got high and started rocking the back of the bus with Bon Jovi's songs. I got home, felt nostalgic and decided to search the song on Youtube when I found this live performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xp-tKEm70oI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xp-tKEm70oI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first introduced to this band two years ago, 2009, by Honeypot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just gotten together. Very new, and shy. Maybe because we skipped the whole friends stage. We were very much a couple unexpectedly formed from mere acquaintances (who hadn't even talk for one month before the abrupt confession - &lt;a href="http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/03/because-everyone-enjoys-little-love.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;thelovestory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;. Everyday, I found something new about him. And on this day, it was his favourite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned home from school, and without even changing out of my uniform, I switched on the laptop to await his online arrival. Can't help it- early stages of dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started telling me about his new obsession with a song then: Always by Bon Jovi. Despite being slightly appalled at the fact it was a rock band, I Youtubed it and found the exact video above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time, I grew to like this song as well as the band (especially since coincidentally, Ella likes them too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, I wrote the whole lyric across a Meiji milk bottle before secretly leaving it on his class bench, along with a kinder bueno and a post-it. I remember having to redo it three times on three new bottles because the first time, the condensation smudged the marker ink and the second time, I couldn't resist drinking the milk halfway into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seeing his smile at the little surprise afterwards, it was all worth it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years past, this song almost went forgotten by us. He had his new favourite songs, new favourite singers. I errr stopped drinking Meiji entirely hahahaha - heard it was all fats. It was a random bus ride that brought back all these memories to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is pretty. Pretty lyric, pretty melody, and Bon Jovi sang it with all his sincerity. At the London concert (in above video), you'll see fans bursting into tears at this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was his favourite song. Today, it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be there, forever and a day. Always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little fluff of the day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;: I hope it shows you some meaning in holding onto what you've got. Go recall those little moments/ listen to those songs, you'll realise how much he's worth (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to everyone else, go listen to It's My Life and Livin On A Prayer as well. SUCH GOOD CLASSIC ROCK SONGS. Oh and go eat xiaolongbao at Nex hahahahhaha.&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/3905826507436705261-5863906656574988149?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5863906656574988149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=5863906656574988149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5863906656574988149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5863906656574988149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/thor-was-sooo-gooooooood-favourite-show.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pe0pXc09iDI/TcVLep_RhNI/AAAAAAAACOU/DoSyMXB_i4k/s72-c/asdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-8303681702065072638</id><published>2011-05-03T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T00:46:02.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All I've been doing recently includes&lt;br /&gt;1) working&lt;br /&gt;2) spending money I earn from work&lt;br /&gt;3) spending Honeypot's money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obviously need to read more newspaper and grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my ftt on Saturday after work -refer to point 1. Both Sandy and I passed it with flying lorries (: After lunching at secret recipe (stupid gourmet pie so hard to disect) we went to the flea at Flyer to meet up with Jo where I fulfiled point 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a denim romper, two dresses and one yellow jumpsuit. One of the dresses has egg patterns which makes me ridiculously happy hahahaha. Too bad easter is over, I shall wear it next year to give out chocolate eggs to my neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huangcheng on Sunday. Once again, thank you Flockie and Fil for the two tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot and I went in late because we were too indulged in our Fish and Co lunch so we missed the beginning. Personally, I found previous shows better. This year's show had too many simultaneous conflicts which gave me a headache plus the theme was entirely catered to huangcheng people so we couldn't much relate to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the plot was about what huangcheng students faced in preparation for the grand performance. There were students neglecting school work for huangcheng, which they insisted was more important, thus resulting in family conflicts. Many arguments between friends and betrayal of huangcheng for another theatre company. They also had some love triangle and this boy (the good looking one) even got crushed by some prop in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow throughout the show, I couldn't help but think in the perspective of a parent - see, I'm well prepared. Which dad or mom would let their child enter hwachong/huangcheng after watching this show omg? A drop in results, argument with parents, complicated BGR, casulty/death!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Honeypot and I were seated among the alumni. It was super amusing to watch random uncles and aunties sing along the huangcheng song hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, both of us went exploring the NUS campus because I wanted to check out School of Computing. One good news, it is located among the food places hahahahahahahaha. Well, look I get stressed easily and when I'm stressed I need to eat and you can't expect me to eat Macs everyday so obviously I need variety in my daily meals. Therefore location of the faculty is of utmost importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were done, we headed to town for yet another movie plus dinner. Then Honeypot brought me on a short spree at the other flea outside Scape (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this pretty polka dotted dress! When that dress first caught my eye, I had to give it up because it was above my budget. After buying me a cheaper lace top to cheer me up, Honeypot brought me to use the washroom inside cine before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew this boy had his own secret plans for tricking me into the toilet. Within the minute that I was &lt;s&gt;admiring myself in the toilet mirror&lt;/s&gt; efficiently using toilet facilities, Honeypot withdrew money, ran out to buy that dress himself and then came back to surprise me when I came out of the washroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you remember, Honeypot ever once planned to do something like that in Hongkong Disneyland to buy me Duffy. However it failed that time because err there wasn't an atm machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Honeypot, "I couldn't surprise you with Duffy the last time, this time I really had to get you the dress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute of silence to commemorate the day I fell further in love with my own boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had to relief a primary five english class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly had high blood pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-8303681702065072638?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8303681702065072638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=8303681702065072638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8303681702065072638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8303681702065072638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-ive-been-doing-recently-includes-1.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-1295801332743127965</id><published>2011-04-27T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:12:22.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my rough times. So damn rough it makes me tired. So damn tired it makes me want to just end things in a second&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even bothered to write letters from night to dawn. Thought it was a good way to leave my mark, at least not forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had a share - dad, mum, brother, boyfriend, best friend, good friends, ex-best friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent more than seven driven hours to write those letters. I spent less than seven seconds throwing it all into the bin outside my workplace the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my rough times. So damn rough it makes me tired. So damn tired it makes me want to end things in a second (and waste time writing letters). But who doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; letters to write. I have people to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so to life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCK ON IT BITCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-1295801332743127965?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1295801332743127965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=1295801332743127965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1295801332743127965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1295801332743127965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-had-my-rough-times.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-5392515918853382210</id><published>2011-04-21T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T00:58:57.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TO THE &lt;em&gt;PRINCESS &lt;/em&gt;OF MY LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NINETEENTH!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the most awesome flockie and best friend I can ever ask for. If I could, I would hide you in my polka dot pouch and keep you by my side foreverrrr hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flockie, you're at the summit of your life now! May this peak stay high for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember no matter what happens, you'll always be royalty to me (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies. ~Aristotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU JO ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for being such an angel.&lt;br /&gt;For being my second half.&lt;br /&gt;For being feathers of the same flock as me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-5392515918853382210?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5392515918853382210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=5392515918853382210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5392515918853382210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5392515918853382210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-princess-of-my-life-happy-nineteenth.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-8448455801959167542</id><published>2011-04-19T23:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T00:50:49.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging at work now because I got bored of reading my stuff for this afternoon's roadshow. I hope all the parents at the parade later sign up for the free trials then I can earn alottttttttttttt of money money money money~~ And then I will buy a house and ask Honeypot to live with me so he can help me clean my house (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3D2N Camp + TDP was ten days ago~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't blame me for the late post I was trying to get used to the jet lag. Yes east coast and hougang has different time zones, east coast has earlier mornings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The good thing about going out to play/camp with your own Honeypot is that your luggage will be entirely handled by said. Which brings me to my first regret that I didn't pack along my pillow, blanket, hair dryer, torchlight and Louis Cookie because I was overly concerned about a heavy baggage. Such bad foresight tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We checked out Leisure Park while waiting for Flockie and Fil where we only visited the food stalls (says alot huh) and the pet shop. Got a little depressed when I saw the terrapins since they reminded me of &lt;a href="http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-upset.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ah Gui&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who came from that very shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've never had a good hand with pets. Ah Gui died so mysteriously I don't even know why up till today. I suspect he died of depression - maybe his girlfriend dumped him because he was a handicapped. Poor thing sigh. And don't get me started about my newborn baby snail (just the size of my finger tip) which got crushed -literally- by a handphone on the FIRST DAY I adopted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it runs in the genes though. Like how my mom, in her younger days, innocently left a cold wet chick inside the rice cooker hoping it'd feel better and.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha nah the chick wasn't steamed to death... it was on baking mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;JUST KIDDING. The cooker wasn't on but there was warm rice in it (ikr wonder who ate the rice). It's believed to have suffocated because somebody accidentally closed the lid later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sidetracked. So. Flockie and Fil arrived in the evening and we watched Limitless because Honeypot had been wanting to catch that show since like last last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then cabbed to east coast to meet up with some guy who guided us-aka-only-the-boys in setting up our tents. The tents were humongous! We ordered enough tents to fit eight people (2 four-men tents) so it was a palace. Honeypot and I then went for supper before heading back to our tent for a movie - he brought his laptop and DVDs, but I fell asleep halfway into the show and errr hahaha end of day 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I painstakingly got up at 15 minutes intervals after 0630 just so I wouldn't miss the sunrise. I then accidenly woke Honeypot up at one point and he convinced me to go to sleep. That was five minutes before 0745 = sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bath time was a nuisance because the showers in the female toilet were broken. Flockie and I resorted to bathing in the public showering corner in undies while keeping a lookout for this suspicious male cleaner loitering around that area, who err told us to bathe inside Macdonalds...? I don't know maybe he thought we could fit in the sinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flockie and Fil weren't staying over for the second night so we took our group shot that morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PD2l68AQwHc/Tahlo80HflI/AAAAAAAACL0/HTFwpDEFJu8/s1600/edit2DSC01955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595834291201736274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PD2l68AQwHc/Tahlo80HflI/AAAAAAAACL0/HTFwpDEFJu8/s400/edit2DSC01955.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original unedited shot by my camera was terrible because of the backlighting. Okay I know this isn't any better but at least I made us visible lah huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Fil is damn skinny O: Honeypot's limbs appear to be almost twice of his omgness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7mZ1gKAQ7g/Tahlp5wm9DI/AAAAAAAACME/-6UJ-qC8jtc/s1600/editDSC01958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595834307561583666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x7mZ1gKAQ7g/Tahlp5wm9DI/AAAAAAAACME/-6UJ-qC8jtc/s400/editDSC01958.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo I &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; morphing into a silhouette. Sigh desperate measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FD2aLMYysB8/TahlpuJ9FmI/AAAAAAAACL8/o2o6I12fvMM/s1600/edit3DSC01960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595834304446666338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FD2aLMYysB8/TahlpuJ9FmI/AAAAAAAACL8/o2o6I12fvMM/s400/edit3DSC01960.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look awkward, but it's the only clear shot of us (because Flockie is a terrible photographer hahahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then headed to the ZOO for tdp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met Zh (Zihui) and Mzh (Male ZH) at the entrance where we started selling Flockie's free children tickets to offset our ticket costs with the profit. The last parent who bought her ticket even told us to stay at the entrance in case the zoo denied her kid's entry then she can beat us up for scamming her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v8inxzgHeGc/Tam7ps7BLqI/AAAAAAAACM0/arN5wkto8-E/s1600/campp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596210337092284066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v8inxzgHeGc/Tam7ps7BLqI/AAAAAAAACM0/arN5wkto8-E/s400/campp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photographer started exclaiming "WATI! WATI!" after the first shot and I thought he was sprouting vulgarities at us in Malay or something. I was almost convinced that he was angry at how ugly we were. Ends up, he was actually trying to get us to take a 'Wacky" picture (see first photo above) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[intermission]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Omg I just used a NETS machine to settle a parent's payment for the first time HAHAHA I'm so proud of myself. But I stupidly forgot to tear the reciept before duplicating it so I had to manually cut them myself -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[/intermission]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qNu2O7vnluI/TammaxSNOfI/AAAAAAAACMk/RUsCPQTEvy0/s1600/animals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596186990821063154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qNu2O7vnluI/TammaxSNOfI/AAAAAAAACMk/RUsCPQTEvy0/s400/animals.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The zoo was exactly the same as how I remember it the last time. The only living thing that made an impact on me was the lochness monster!! When that ginormous thing appeared above water level, Honeypot and I started screaming. Damn sick. Its mouth is estimated (by us) to fit two human heads omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay and the kangaroos because Fil kept calling out to &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; the joeys. Since when did he speak Kangaroo anyway tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VorogfPb07Q/TanBjq8ZO3I/AAAAAAAACM8/fAEE_kNJF-o/s1600/camppp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596216830551735154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VorogfPb07Q/TanBjq8ZO3I/AAAAAAAACM8/fAEE_kNJF-o/s400/camppp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After taking a photo with that kangaroo replica, I viewed that picture in my camera and was intantly stunned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hVv5OD9CJRs/TammadYFgbI/AAAAAAAACMc/SWJ67mL9jkY/s1600/edit2DSC02006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596186985477013938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hVv5OD9CJRs/TammadYFgbI/AAAAAAAACMc/SWJ67mL9jkY/s400/edit2DSC02006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO JOEYS. Can you please ): I look exactly like that kangaroo!?!? BIGSIGH. Oh I was trying out some Easter effect for this photo btw pretty not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2avdMLfy6g/TarSZGnvWuI/AAAAAAAACNU/WDRsIHg-JyI/s1600/CAMPad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596516815677119202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2avdMLfy6g/TarSZGnvWuI/AAAAAAAACNU/WDRsIHg-JyI/s400/CAMPad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me the jeeper. Guess who I'm driving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pxrhx6mB9iI/TarjRcFq5QI/AAAAAAAACNk/eIIKWNsZPaU/s1600/caamp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596535375698519298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pxrhx6mB9iI/TarjRcFq5QI/AAAAAAAACNk/eIIKWNsZPaU/s400/caamp.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake Gyllenhaal hahaha. But honestly when I saw this guy the first word that came to my head was "Hollywood". And I was unbelievably embarrassing. After (openly) taking this shot, I went to the extent of exclaiming to Honeypot that "there's a hot angmoh on the jeep", of which &lt;em&gt;hot angmoh&lt;/em&gt; heard and even grinned at me good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pssiFhjzPXo/TarfKbQzYhI/AAAAAAAACNc/Kdm26bR5ebo/s1600/lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596530857171182098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pssiFhjzPXo/TarfKbQzYhI/AAAAAAAACNc/Kdm26bR5ebo/s400/lala.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two boys TOTALLY indifferent towards our little tyrst. WHYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7KwQDeuths/TarQVwiX1qI/AAAAAAAACNM/7yW9dBzP2UM/s1600/campas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596514559186163362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7KwQDeuths/TarQVwiX1qI/AAAAAAAACNM/7yW9dBzP2UM/s400/campas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting at the pavillion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Credits to Zihui for some of the zoo photos above. Thank you babe!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(From here onwards, I'm blogging on the second day of work cause I couldn't complete it yesterday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 2030, Honeypot and I started to freak out because our bags were stuck in a locker at ECP which had a closing time -.- If we were to not collect our bags by 2100, they'd confiscate our things and only return us at a 60 dollar fine the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(This is going to sound dumb but I'm home already, so apparently all I typed at work was the above one paragraph. Not my fault I got distracted by Youtube and the primary 5s singing Friday. Exactly, my favourite song how could I resist.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our bags were thankfully returned to us and we rented an overnight tandem bike with all our remaining money (16 bucks). Unfortunately it started raining so Honeypot, being the manly macho boyfriend he is, single handedly pitched the tent in the rain while I took care of our things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We both fell asleep while waiting for the rain to stop, efficiently forgetting about our bike until I mysteriously woke up at 4am with a sudden urge to play with sand. Honeypot also woke up to help me build &lt;s&gt;a pair of sand boobs&lt;/s&gt; my round sandcastles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After bathing, we went cycling!! Along the gentle slopes, in the seriously sweet morning air, cool wind in our faces, and knowing that I would never crash because I wasn't the one steering the bike, we cycled all the way to the jetty and back. Then sunrise came and we ate our macs breakfast by the sea as the sun lit up the entire beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most romantic dawn spent ever *blissful sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Packed up, dismantled our temporary home, returned the bike and the tents, then headed to town to meet up with Flockie and Fil for our lobster lunch. The food was fine but the staff had extremely fucked up attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the meal, we went to Playnation for board games! HEARTSTHATPLACE. We were introduced to all the exciting games. Major love Jumbo Taboo or whatever it's called I wanna buy a set for myself!! The boys were uber cute animating the purpleoctopusman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Left late enough for dipper (dinner/supper) at Botak Jones before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so touched to smell my bed that night after sleeping on hard ground for two consecutive days. Day one I had a rock under me and day two a stupid twig laid under the tent fml. And since we were too lazy to move the tent to another spot, I had to tahen those crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;END OF CAMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Life of a working woman&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roadshow last Saturday was fun! The kids and the catered siewmai were freaking awesome omg I miss them (the siewmais) now. The DBS staff were extremely kind and even gave us Mac vouchers as a token of appreciation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XPLB5YxYGr0/Ta2raYOrCjI/AAAAAAAACNs/DMQnitzj57s/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597318381560334898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XPLB5YxYGr0/Ta2raYOrCjI/AAAAAAAACNs/DMQnitzj57s/s400/cats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my workplace. On the second week, I decided to bring my own laptop and mobile broadband to kill time. As you can see I've been blogging and watching kangxilaile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXGhKIhRdPY/Ta2uRvr4c9I/AAAAAAAACN0/irP4UJSNtyw/s1600/asdDSC02020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597321531772924882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXGhKIhRdPY/Ta2uRvr4c9I/AAAAAAAACN0/irP4UJSNtyw/s400/asdDSC02020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought assessment books and a demo clock for little Joel, my kindergarten tutee. We sang ABC and Old Macdonalds just now! And he spelt 'whiteboard' today yayyyyy I'm so proud of him. This boy kidnaps something from my room every lesson hahaha. On Sunday it was my bubble bottle, today he took my mickey mouse home. He has warned me in advance about my Woody cowboy doll. Apparently somebody shares the same passion for Toy Story as me hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My polka dot fetish is going out of hand!!! It's replacing of my previous floral gaga. Went out today (my off day!) to get some materials but ended up buying irrelevant stuff like such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6h7j8F2sro/Ta23A3uJkjI/AAAAAAAACOM/VWxHMKYquXo/s1600/badfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597331137476792882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6h7j8F2sro/Ta23A3uJkjI/AAAAAAAACOM/VWxHMKYquXo/s400/badfa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toodles~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-8448455801959167542?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8448455801959167542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=8448455801959167542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8448455801959167542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8448455801959167542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/04/blogging-at-work-now-because-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PD2l68AQwHc/Tahlo80HflI/AAAAAAAACL0/HTFwpDEFJu8/s72-c/edit2DSC01955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-24073649914864856</id><published>2011-04-15T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T00:27:28.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARe67VfsZMM/TacMWweVM3I/AAAAAAAACLs/Cb8Hm1N5GkM/s1600/edit3DSC01958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595454647139906418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARe67VfsZMM/TacMWweVM3I/AAAAAAAACLs/Cb8Hm1N5GkM/s400/edit3DSC01958.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upset that we forgot to take our silhouette beach photos, I tried editing one myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honetpot: I don't remember taking such an artistic shot but..... that looks like us O: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CAMPING WAS FUN~~~ Next post!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-24073649914864856?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/24073649914864856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=24073649914864856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/24073649914864856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/24073649914864856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/04/upset-that-we-forgot-to-take-our.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ARe67VfsZMM/TacMWweVM3I/AAAAAAAACLs/Cb8Hm1N5GkM/s72-c/edit3DSC01958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-8259626707235510956</id><published>2011-04-06T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T15:40:08.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;We we we so excited &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random oldies and Friday are simultaneously ringing in my head. And I thought it was impossible when Flockie told me some time ago. Until I woke up this morning and all I could think of was "partying partying YEAH - fun fun fun fun" fml. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I LOVE that video because the comments are super hilarious. So far my favourite ones are "I hate fridays now" and "Go swallow a moon bitch" hahahahaha. I wanna collate all of them into a joke book (": I heard she wants to duet with Bieber. Thats like.... a kinder egg hahaha. Double the fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been &lt;s&gt;busy&lt;/s&gt; hecticcc these few weeks. After piaing university applications/sending out supporting documents whatnots, I finally got down to applying for jobs and practical lessons (yes finally!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Courageous me took manual, thank you everybody I am really a lion at heart hahahaha!! Thaaaaat was until I got laughed at by the mean people I informed, and so I gave in to peer pressure and switched to auto already D: I'm a lion with poor limb coordination. And bad friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be starting work + roadshows soon. This weekend's camp with Flockie and Honeypot will be my last opportunity to have &lt;em&gt;fun fun fun fun looking forward to the weekend~&lt;/em&gt; *post-friday-syndrome* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;JO, FILMING! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-8259626707235510956?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8259626707235510956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=8259626707235510956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8259626707235510956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8259626707235510956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-we-we-so-excited-random-oldies-and.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-6572807703961679220</id><published>2011-03-21T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:26:29.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Because everyone enjoys a little love story... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... okay so I'm bored and lacking blogging material yet at the same time suffering from itchy fingers. So I'm going to post this in memory of our (Honpot+me) two year anniversary on March 12. If you're easily disturbed by fluff I suggest you skip this post hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post holds two aims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Forty years later, I will read this to remind myself why I married the overweight man lying beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Encourge births (after marriage!) in Singapore hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How else to start than with a photo of children so adorable they'd kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaLLKSZe6O4/TX-g9JW70UI/AAAAAAAACLM/Pj6rPmmIwlI/s1600/21q3456754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584359035307282754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaLLKSZe6O4/TX-g9JW70UI/AAAAAAAACLM/Pj6rPmmIwlI/s400/21q3456754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matching cap and pants omg heartmelt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a powerful photo. You'll see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was posted to OG 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how miserable I felt on the first day since my only friend in the group (Jasmine) had to go for some SMTP test so I was left alone. In my suicidal head I was ranting inwardly and observing the rest like a racoon.&lt;blockquote&gt;"This is so boring. I hate ice breakers. Where are all the cute guys? Who am I kidding there aren't cute guys in hc. Stupid SMTP tests. I am so hungry! And who's that attention seeker in pe t-shirt flirting with the OGL..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;That attention seeker was loud, overly hyperactive, and the only person wearing the bright hc tshirt in miles. Everyone else was in their boring respective uniforms. If that didn't irk me enough, in midst of my conversation with the OGL, that boy rudely interrupted and dragged her away to see a dragonfly!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus formed my first, and bad, impression of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, he was appointed to be the OG rep - I secretly suspected he had an affair with our OGL. Anyway, that gave him the authority to put me in charge of og cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was terrible because while I diligently wrecked my brains to come up with like nineteen cheers, he rejected every single one on the spot. And it wasn't like my cheers were bad. Read &lt;a href="http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2009/02/orientation-was-phew.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I just read it, my cheers were really good man I was born a cheerleader).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was furious then because I thought he was a prick. Like come on. Ask me to invent cheers at least use them right. Never use then ask me to invent more, then reject again. So good you invent yourself lah Prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seriously telling him "I hate you" in his face, I was determined not to talk to him again. Then that evening I forgot and ended up asking him for my wallet (OG rep returns wallets at the end of each day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It soon came to the second last day of orientation (with OG). I was starting to feel attached to the OG and thus got moody thinking that it was all ending. Expectedly, or not, during Sodache session in the hall when the song ICs were leading the whole cohalt in some emo chinese song, I started to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard gasps and suddenly the whole group was staring at me in shock. It was odd because in nanyang, crying girls were quite a norm so it usually wasn't a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody started accusing the OG rep of making me cry since he was sitting beside me, another somebody then exclaimed that maybe the sad song made me emotional. I got a bit tense from the sudden attention and so I stood up to walk away, but to my surprise a bunch of them actually came after me (okay I only remember Valerie cause she was the prettiest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next was not what I ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blur then. My tears were hindering my vision; the girls were trying to tell me something; I could vaguely hear the song ICs singing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, an anonymous pair of hands came clamming by my ears, gently covering them like ear muffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision cleared to show the concerned face of The Annoying Prick right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The song is making you sad, I'm shutting it out for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something overwhelmed me then. I'm not sure what it was, but I cried even more that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month past and we integrated into our own classes. Morning OG gatherings came to a halt, the mass convos stopped, along with any ongoing scandal in the group. It hardly ever went further than second-lasting waves of hellos and byebyes around school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just those rare few times when The Prick would treat me to my favourite Meiji milk when we run into each other in Fishtank by chance. More than often than not, I'd ask myself if I was the only one recieving these random treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came this particular monday when the school held a cross country run. Some guy caused a huge misunderstanding and I was on the verge of losing a good friend. The matter soon went out of control and I ended up crying in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the following days, Prickie came to know about this incident. After a very anti-social me rejected his call, he got a friend to ask me to Fishtank. There, he very kindly encouraged me with a bottle of Meiji, and even promised to take me to the zoo if I smiled. When I got home, he then sent me a text about.... smiling is good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be blatantly lying if I say that I felt indifferent towards everything then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt indifferent towards everything then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember girl-talking outside Fishtank one night with my best friend Jo about the whole hooha with this Prick (whom we codenamed Mango - after the Mango Madness I was drinking at that time hahahaha) who was so ridiculously nice to me. I told her about the scandal we had during orientation days. I told her about the stupid milk treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told her it was impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following night, an impossibility happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 12th March 2009, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because when we first got together, everybody- my friends, his friends - were advising me how I ought to be careful, I might get hurt, he's not as simple as he seems (colourful history duh), so all I was thinking at that time was what break-up present I should buy him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it's the same people who tell me omg he's so nice to you, stop bullying him, how many kids are you all planning to have and all I think of is..... six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even named them already omg I need to tell yall!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls shall be Lasalle, London and Lara.&lt;br /&gt;And boys Lebron, Louis, Leroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we have a seventh kid by accident (stop judging me it's called foresight!!), I'll name the baby Cookie regardless of gender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T COPY MY NAMES!! I KNOW YOU SECRETLY MEMORISED ALL OF THEM ALREADY. COME UP WITH YOUR OWN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sidetracked. The above is basically me expressing my motherly instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I guess nobody, not even ourselves, really expected us to make it together until today. Honeypot likes to think that it has something to do with destiny, fate, yada yada. He even goes to the extent of convincing me that we were lovers in our previous lives -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to think it's a gift. Because in addition to my awesome family and friends, I was bestowed a company to walk me through life in every aspect. And I just wish, for every wish, that I can keep this, forever and a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6HZ64tQ6N7g/TYC7G3DYpFI/AAAAAAAACLk/QBTORicrcSU/s1600/lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584669264471172178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6HZ64tQ6N7g/TYC7G3DYpFI/AAAAAAAACLk/QBTORicrcSU/s400/lala.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY TWO YEARS HONEYPOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being consistently my pillar of support,&lt;br /&gt;for consoling me when I meet any cockroach,&lt;br /&gt;for not having been angry at me before,&lt;br /&gt;for bearing with my daily moodswings,&lt;br /&gt;for appearing every time I need you,&lt;br /&gt;for spoiling me like a little kid, &lt;br /&gt;for giving in all the time, &lt;br /&gt;for love and also,&lt;br /&gt;for being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the birth-encouraging photo of the kids at the top of this post. I said it was powerful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nearly two months of dating, Honeypot barely had the guts to hold my hand. One day, I couldn't take it anymore and thus proceeded to put above photo as my display picture. I then angrily went up to that Face-of-a-Lion-Heart-of-a-Chicken and exclaimed how lucky I think that little girl was, hoping he'll catch my VERY obvious hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hulHvx5xrE4/TX-gZm615VI/AAAAAAAACK8/3CKOgwTPHHg/s1600/DSC00089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584358424767227218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hulHvx5xrE4/TX-gZm615VI/AAAAAAAACK8/3CKOgwTPHHg/s400/DSC00089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-my9HsZFlS2A/TX-gaNjCarI/AAAAAAAACLE/Eg1xk7SSoLY/s1600/vbas123.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL GIRLS WHO HAVE CHICKEN-HEARTED BOYFRIENDS, CHANGE YOUR DP NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photo session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nW3AHBF_lHI/TX-lPs00-aI/AAAAAAAACLc/VCOZJIPFSSA/s1600/afhba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584363752112060834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nW3AHBF_lHI/TX-lPs00-aI/AAAAAAAACLc/VCOZJIPFSSA/s400/afhba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WGy1NVTnEv4/TX-kiZ_F2EI/AAAAAAAACLU/nBUN6NCH4Sk/s1600/fasdgvw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584362973960722498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WGy1NVTnEv4/TX-kiZ_F2EI/AAAAAAAACLU/nBUN6NCH4Sk/s400/fasdgvw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-6572807703961679220?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6572807703961679220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=6572807703961679220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6572807703961679220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6572807703961679220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/03/because-everyone-enjoys-little-love.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jaLLKSZe6O4/TX-g9JW70UI/AAAAAAAACLM/Pj6rPmmIwlI/s72-c/21q3456754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-1120860957620386830</id><published>2011-03-03T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T00:53:47.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Cause you're amazing...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My boyfriend is a camwhore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LbHy3wvJudU/TWy5WCbeXPI/AAAAAAAACJ0/zUnzi6WmsHc/s1600/DSC01760woohoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579037826665569522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LbHy3wvJudU/TWy5WCbeXPI/AAAAAAAACJ0/zUnzi6WmsHc/s400/DSC01760woohoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the pink Cheshire Cat from Wonderland! Smellyjar won it at the arcade (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AuQO5TJWLu4/TWvPY9E7CkI/AAAAAAAACJs/5tt9zAXDFPo/s1600/DSC01765yay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578780591047510594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AuQO5TJWLu4/TWvPY9E7CkI/AAAAAAAACJs/5tt9zAXDFPo/s400/DSC01765yay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww looking adorable in my shades! Somehow this reminds me of good Junsu days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0arMqEPyYfU/TW5bbTa-LYI/AAAAAAAACKk/wsUt1V7DtZ4/s1600/DSC01756asf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579497512986619266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0arMqEPyYfU/TW5bbTa-LYI/AAAAAAAACKk/wsUt1V7DtZ4/s400/DSC01756asf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My amazing Honeypot, just the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy then went high with the camera and started snapping 'artistic unprepared casual shots' which obviously fulfilled only the 'unprepared' part, and I am evidence in every single photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VuxSORbwcA/TW-5cuV9qjI/AAAAAAAACK0/iPGywDyIxeI/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579882366462962226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VuxSORbwcA/TW-5cuV9qjI/AAAAAAAACK0/iPGywDyIxeI/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you please. He was just happily snapping away while I was yawning, napping, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;250211 Post Orientation Party&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby right round like a record~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met officer Lee for dinner at Serene where he shamelessly came half an hour late - yes I'll be harping on it for the rest of your lifeeeee.... lifeeee... (continues echoing). Had a Q&amp;amp;A session on army careers. In case of ahem 'accidents' ahem -OMG TOUCH WOOD- on 4th march, maybe I'll just sign on for army and serve there for good sighhh. Then maybe my epilator can be put to good use when I shave my head hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how painful that is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly started pouring like cows and kukumalus halfway into dinner. And since I wasn't willing to miss Apollo's awesomeness for anything, we decided to leave in the rain with only my embarrassing Pooh bear umbrella to shelter us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qtY6ytU6Xy8/TW5Zf1pbrXI/AAAAAAAACKE/OopzrYoW7IY/s1600/EFQQ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579495391870299506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qtY6ytU6Xy8/TW5Zf1pbrXI/AAAAAAAACKE/OopzrYoW7IY/s400/EFQQ.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm definitely a good mortal I didn't post the uglier photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then joined Smellyjar in school to watch the faulty dances together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athena won. Nevertheless, I thought Apollo was aweeeesomeeee. I especially love the part where You Spin Me Round started playing and all the kids &lt;em&gt;(kids sigh I feel myself aging)&lt;/em&gt; went crazy and ran towards the centre, gathered in the globe - see bottom photo. Then all of them 'spin right round like a record' and the sun rays started appearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RWEW2j251Gw/TW5ZgPNUH8I/AAAAAAAACKU/FJ3FV5VZ-jY/s1600/fdasvc%2Ba.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579495398731685826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RWEW2j251Gw/TW5ZgPNUH8I/AAAAAAAACKU/FJ3FV5VZ-jY/s400/fdasvc%2Ba.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apollo's amazing ending, "The Sun" muahahahaha BURRRN YOU ATHENA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obviously a sore loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgOPiJszN_o/TW5Zf66qZqI/AAAAAAAACKM/nRK0hmGTkvQ/s1600/wev.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579495393284744866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgOPiJszN_o/TW5Zf66qZqI/AAAAAAAACKM/nRK0hmGTkvQ/s400/wev.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artemis' grand entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jRywR3GuLv4/TW5ZgBXbSTI/AAAAAAAACKc/_lLqZfrsWw8/s1600/ewqfa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579495395016001842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jRywR3GuLv4/TW5ZgBXbSTI/AAAAAAAACKc/_lLqZfrsWw8/s400/ewqfa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the faculties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8tHImQKR100/TW5ZfmSNqUI/AAAAAAAACJ8/bSZTMnI6HMI/s1600/sadgf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579495387746380098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8tHImQKR100/TW5ZfmSNqUI/AAAAAAAACJ8/bSZTMnI6HMI/s400/sadgf.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous 'human train'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the competition was mass dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this being like the 100th time I've attended mass dance, this was the EVER first time I danced with Honeypot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently we were never paired to dance together during sodache in OG days, and soon we were separated into our own classes. Then at POP when the dance ICs told us to get a dance partner from another faculty he didn't come and find me because he found prettier girls elsewhere hahaha okay I think he was just pretending to be shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;25th February 2011&lt;/strong&gt; was our first dance! On the day he proposes to me I will ask him this and if he cannot answer it, I will pick up the 10 carat diamond ring from his hand and throw it in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDDINGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I will keep the ring. And maybe throw the ring box in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched I Am Number Four yesterday and Alex Pettefer is plainnnnnn hot sigh I'm still thinking of those pecs. It's okay Honeypot I adore your tummy equally much hahaha.&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/3905826507436705261-1120860957620386830?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1120860957620386830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=1120860957620386830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1120860957620386830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1120860957620386830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LbHy3wvJudU/TWy5WCbeXPI/AAAAAAAACJ0/zUnzi6WmsHc/s72-c/DSC01760woohoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-290241518461768680</id><published>2011-02-25T09:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T00:49:33.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;180211&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meeting Heeai AFTER FIVE MONTHS smg Heeai are we even friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched It's A Great Great World expecting it to be some plotless Singapore production -no other good movie- but it turned out to be quite a great great show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_lM92yO3g0/TWcQshcIzPI/AAAAAAAACJc/DZ0DhNpM9po/s1600/Its-A-Great-Great-World-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577445020598324466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_lM92yO3g0/TWcQshcIzPI/AAAAAAAACJc/DZ0DhNpM9po/s400/Its-A-Great-Great-World-Poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole show's about this fashion photographer (some sucky actress who can't speak) who goes about reviving good o' memories of Great World Amusement Park with an old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, I was googling &lt;strong&gt;Great World&lt;/strong&gt; before this.&lt;br /&gt;Quote Wiki, [it] was the second of three former amusement parks in Singapore, along with &lt;strong&gt;New World&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Gay World &lt;/strong&gt;(smg what is that even in Chinese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What's up man! Care to join me at Gay World this Sunday?&lt;/blockquote&gt;So the old man shared a few stories, including Joanne Peh's love life during that time (my favourite story). Now you are going to sit through me relating the whole thing because I find the story extremely cute hahaha. And don't pretend you're frustrated at the spoiler because you know you obviously won't watch that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Joanne is a cute girl working at the amusement park for a game stall - a shooting game. One sunnny day, her first kiss gets stolen by some ridiculously good looking Malaysian country bumpkin who was using her to hide from a group of gangsters chasing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he goes back to jio her, hanging a tin of coffee on the stall's hook for her. He adds that if he is to shoot down all three targets in her game then she'll have to return him a kiss. Little does he know that Joanne has a cheat to the gun thus he misaims at every shot. Infuriated, he dares Joanna to meet him at the Haunted Ride the following night, where he scares himself silly when he thinks he sees real ghosts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSIpcoYhfEQ/TWcSc1A8gpI/AAAAAAAACJk/ie05Pai2HgQ/s1600/E6BD5DDA91A9AAADF24D944997D848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577446949998330514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MSIpcoYhfEQ/TWcSc1A8gpI/AAAAAAAACJk/ie05Pai2HgQ/s400/E6BD5DDA91A9AAADF24D944997D848.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It ends up that it's just a prank Joanne had planned with her friends to embarrass him. She also goes to the extent of calling him a &lt;em&gt;suaku&lt;/em&gt; (country bumpkin) and telling him to &lt;em&gt;balik kampung&lt;/em&gt; (go back to malaysia).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;GLMCB (good looking msian country bump) is angry at Joanne for being so immature/insensitive and somehow stops talking to her altogether. She regrets at the sudden lack of attention and tries all ways to retain her friend, help him sell his medicated liquor at Great World, talk to him, all to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1J4FIqnMnEI/TWcQlO3RnYI/AAAAAAAACJU/9XYnDdYh0LI/s1600/great-great-world-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577444895352790402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1J4FIqnMnEI/TWcQlO3RnYI/AAAAAAAACJU/9XYnDdYh0LI/s400/great-great-world-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;One night, a couple walks past the shooting game stall exclaiming how cheap the medicated liquor is selling because the stall owners (GLMCB and his dad) are returning to Msia. Stunned, Joanne rushes to the stall immediately but they are not there anymore. An exasperated Joanne breaks into tears and runs around the park crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Back at the stall, where Joanne's best friend is manning the stall for her, she (best friend) discovers the hidden metal coffee tin that GLMCB had left behind the very first time and realises that Joanne actually likes him back all this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;[SIX YEARS LATER - okay I exaggerated it was only one or two years I don't remember]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Joanne's best friend is now attached to some rich ahbeng while Joanne remains single. She sits back into her chair and looks around when something shiny hanging on her stall hook catches her eye. Seeing a coffee tin, she drops her jaw in surprise. A man clothed in soldier uniform puts down some game tokens at her stall and picks up the game gun. As if told to, he switches the cheat gun back to the normal mode, and effortlessly shoots down all three targets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;All this while, he never left. He stayed in Singapore, served NS, and became a full Singapore citizen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;At this, Joanne is speechless. GLMCB then takes the opportunity to pull her into a deep long kiss, something she owed six years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLISSFUL SIGH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I'M AN AWESOME STORY TELLER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I know this is an extremely cheesy + cliche love story but I liked it the most out of the four stories in the movie. What lah I'm still a teenage girl [purposely ignores wrinkles at the back of my hand as I type this.] Okay fine I'm a teenage girl at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly cannot wait for Smellyjar to go NS then buy me coffee when he comes back yesssssss~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I talking about. Ahh, out with Heeai. Oh I haven't mentioned how the theatre screwed up and all of us were sitting in the dark for ten minutes with nothing on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the arcade and I introduced Jubeat to Heeai. I secretly progressed to Extreme that evening but now I'm demoted to Advanced again ohwellzsx. And I can't get A for Level 5 anymore why ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;230211&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Flocks' Fabulous Food For Fils (FFFFF aka the &lt;s&gt;F4&lt;/s&gt; F5)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flockie wanted to prepare a surprise meal for Fil so she invited me along to burn her kitchen down while I make something for Smellyjar as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food item #1 Jelly Hearts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=anigif.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/anigif.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making this for the Nth time, neither of us can remember the recipe yet. And halfway through making the cheese we seriously suspected that it would turn out like yogurt sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think making the base was most tedious. I felt like I was going to crush all my fingers with those crumbs. Can somebody please tell me why digestive biscuits are so hard?! Aren't they supposed to be digestive? DOESN'T THAT MEAN SOFT BISCUITS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I made a super thick biscuit base (compare mine with Jo's base in above picture slide - yeah you'll have to wait for it) because Smellyjar and I love it the most in cheesecakes so I assume we'll love it in jellyhearts too. And I took yellow jello because he likes mango flavour but there wasn't such a jello so at least I got the colour right. Awesome girlfriend *coughs* better than chicken wings *coughs*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food item #2 Dumplings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=anigif-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/anigif-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun with every step of making the dumplings. From the marinade to wrapping the dumplings to pan frying them &lt;s&gt;to burning them&lt;/s&gt;. We even made meat patties out of the remaining meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because dumpling pleats were too hard to fold, we resorted to folding them into popiahs, wontons, fortune cookies, etc. Then the panfrying. We had difficulty gauging when to flip the dumplings and when to take them out because even when the skin turns golden brown.... or black, we couldn't tell if the meat inside was cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also fried my patty in the shape of a heart but it broke into two when I was packing it into the lunch box. So inauspicious please. Which was why I decided to eat one half of the patty so that it wouldn't stay as a broken heart (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oy what do you mean I broke the patty on purpose just because I was hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So marks the end of our cooking adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both bathed, changed and left respectively. She had driving lessons and I had a food delivery to make (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Smellyjar in school and we ate my cooking in the canteen together. I admit the dumplings were quite horrible hahaha but it's always the thought that counts. Like how Smellyjar lied that they tasted good, and we know he's a terrible liar but it's also the thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyqcP_Svldo/TWZeGnB-m8I/AAAAAAAACI8/DVJuMrFW14E/s1600/DSC01695aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577248656194444226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyqcP_Svldo/TWZeGnB-m8I/AAAAAAAACI8/DVJuMrFW14E/s400/DSC01695aa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be collecting my jellyhearts laterrrr~ EXCITED MUCH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-290241518461768680?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/290241518461768680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=290241518461768680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/290241518461768680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/290241518461768680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_lM92yO3g0/TWcQshcIzPI/AAAAAAAACJc/DZ0DhNpM9po/s72-c/Its-A-Great-Great-World-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-7657911915842513259</id><published>2011-02-18T02:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T09:06:32.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weighing machine has been my biggest horror these days. On Saturday morning I would record myself to be &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt; kg. That very evening, I'd suddenly become &lt;em&gt;x+3&lt;/em&gt; kg (algebra rml).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW IS THAT EVEN HUMANLY POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? I had 3kg of bakwa intake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my depression - I didn't even touch those pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;120211/130211&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;23 months + pre valentines ♥ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cute boy appeared downstairs my block with a bouquet of roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolates to take me on a romantic night adventureeeeeee for our 23 months ATTTT-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-amk hub (ohwell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DzPODsrHRns/TVv0cLdQmNI/AAAAAAAACIU/e_1LMyXMOL8/s1600/DSC01605a-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574317728750147794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DzPODsrHRns/TVv0cLdQmNI/AAAAAAAACIU/e_1LMyXMOL8/s400/DSC01605a-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine. Lookie no touchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLGcKwRCc48/TVeUbE0Pj1I/AAAAAAAACIE/gs-iLvJJKmM/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573086256764522322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wLGcKwRCc48/TVeUbE0Pj1I/AAAAAAAACIE/gs-iLvJJKmM/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot successfully tying a knot in a cherry stalk with his tongue. It is said that if you can do this, you're an excellent kisser. Thank you yes I know I live a blessed life. Must be the charitable work I do during Interact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwue7TbNY50/TVeYt69R_TI/AAAAAAAACIM/064RQc2ARHg/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573090978582101298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwue7TbNY50/TVeYt69R_TI/AAAAAAAACIM/064RQc2ARHg/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Nyny for dinner. We ordered the ginormous banana split served in the giant matini glass. I loveeee the caramelized bananas and the whipped cream omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner was all arcade (Jubeat ftw) then late night out at the park where we bare-handedly planted the flowers Honeypot gave me since it has a higher chance of survival in the wild than under my &lt;s&gt;green&lt;/s&gt; black fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iOJ-ZBWvy9g/TVz_-Ath-XI/AAAAAAAACIc/BHvhvrQunoE/s1600/asdfg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574611879585773938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iOJ-ZBWvy9g/TVz_-Ath-XI/AAAAAAAACIc/BHvhvrQunoE/s400/asdfg.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote him, "Maybe it'll grow into a rose bush. Then every year I can just pick the flowers there for you."&lt;br /&gt;Cheapskate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flew and crossed over to the next morning so we pre-celebrated Valentines day in the park as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TVJBgnDdQVI/AAAAAAAACHo/SZa46iNbNS0/s1600/ASDFGH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571587717505827154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TVJBgnDdQVI/AAAAAAAACHo/SZa46iNbNS0/s400/ASDFGH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY belated VALENTINES DAY!&lt;br /&gt;Loving the bokeh hearts in the background. And these kisses belong to Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's your love story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went visiting at Flockie's house on one of the cny days and we played mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TVI7WxpfF0I/AAAAAAAACHI/rnv-jG66JAg/s1600/DSC01520aaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571580951481227074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TVI7WxpfF0I/AAAAAAAACHI/rnv-jG66JAg/s400/DSC01520aaaaaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy mj kakis :D And our last memory of Fil with hair oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally did up my resume with much help from my two lovely jiaren members (thank you!) and sent out the emails last night. SCC was one trouble bucket sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also watched Black Swan which was disturbing although less scary than expected since I cleverly read the whole synopsis on Wiki thinking I wouldn't dare to watch the show. Charc and I watched the whole movie behind covers - she had a jacket and I had a TRASPARENT file fml (I later filled the file with the resume draft we did at Starbucks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am meeting Heeai in two hours time and I haven't bathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today thou shalt be air pollution and all will hate thou because cats, dogs, iguanas, criminals and Mojo Jojo will all suffocate under my emission. Using their ultra super powers, Blossom, Joey and The Oil Palm Plantation Fires In Sumatra have dedidated their lives to fighting crimes and the forces of air fresheners!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Blossom, got to drag you in cause we're lacking one member and you're pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TVI9HSbwD7I/AAAAAAAACHY/--nCbmhlmNo/s1600/DSC01512asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571582884427337650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TVI9HSbwD7I/AAAAAAAACHY/--nCbmhlmNo/s400/DSC01512asd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random picture from Honeypot's first visit to Marvellous Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bathe in Chemical X now. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-7657911915842513259?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7657911915842513259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=7657911915842513259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7657911915842513259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7657911915842513259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/02/weighing-machine-has-been-my-biggest.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DzPODsrHRns/TVv0cLdQmNI/AAAAAAAACIU/e_1LMyXMOL8/s72-c/DSC01605a-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-2293142986101815180</id><published>2011-02-01T18:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:15:36.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Best Buys of Jan'11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello February, yet another month closer to the release of A level results. Sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month's been wet and cold so far, rain circling for days. Comfortable but our dryer at home is broken so the laundry isn't drying and a lot of people are falling sick D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessimism aside, it's three days to CNY and the month of valentinesss. Oh yes I smell love and money and love &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; the moneyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I decided to be kind enough to share my most worthwhile purchases from last month. So now all of you can spend your upcoming money on good things. Good girl Joey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUY#1 Dettol Anti Bacterial wet wipes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TUfxb8DiVaI/AAAAAAAACGs/gz9zYqzTxv4/s1600/fsdfga.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568684926546630050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TUfxb8DiVaI/AAAAAAAACGs/gz9zYqzTxv4/s400/fsdfga.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necessity. I know I used to advocate the pink/blue Looney Tunes baby wipes, which is still a cheaper (and cuter) alternative. The Dettol wet wipes win in two aspects - fragrance and ability to kill germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forsee uncountable potential benefits it will bring to mankind, life changing moments for many!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I will be offering a packet of Dettol wet wipes to a poor homeless man who hasn't taken a bath for months. Within seconds, he's cleaned up, smells better and free from bacteria. His fresh aroma and astonishing good looks, unbelievably hidden behind those layers of dirt all this while, is then discovered by a talent scout who takes him back and brings him to fame and glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recieving his Grammy Award, he will say his speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have only one person to thank. This person has changed my life entirely. Thank you, the Singaporean chinese girl who had offered me Dettol wet wipes along Waterloo Street two years ago. This award is for you. [Kisses award pretending its that girl, which is me] "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy your wet wipes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUY #2 Epilator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TUfvPFoBbII/AAAAAAAACGk/m8I035bRNdc/s1600/asdfg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568682506754026626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TUfvPFoBbII/AAAAAAAACGk/m8I035bRNdc/s400/asdfg.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female product. Lucky bitches with no/invisible(?) body hair can totally skip this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even understand why girls are born with armpit hair. It's TOTALLY useless. It's like a superfluous body part. Like the human appendix. Or male nipples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, eyelashes are aesthetically appealing, nostril hair traps dust and forms bogus which you can flick onto people you don't like, pubic hair turns off rapists, but armpit hair?? Maybe guys use it as a sign of masculinity so the longer the better. They can even use it to keep their underarms warm in winter and if they're bored they can tie ribbons and hang christmas decorations....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other planet, girls are experimenting with ways to rid of those fur. Shaving, waxing, plucking, ipl, whatever. We have to repeat that boring tedious procedure weekly, and maybe more often for the hairier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always heard of an epilator but none of my girlfriends is using one so I never got down to trying it either. Recently however, amidst my CNY shopping at Isetan in search for chio purple bedsheets to match my room, this purple epilator caught my eye - obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew I was trying it out in my own bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's. The. Mooing. Best. Thing. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super fast and super painless. It's like zoom zoom zoom and wholah shiny armpits!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of my first epilation I looked at the mirror in horror, feeling like a chimpanzee who hasn't been able to embrace technology all these years, stupidly tweezing away those annoying pricks strand by strand while civilization progressed on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The epilator is convenient and neat. The hair is removed and rolled under the machinery which you can remove to wash after epilating. And that's not even the best part. DID YOU KNOW THAT EPILATION REDUCES HAIR GROWTHHHH MUAHAHAHHAA!!&lt;blockquote&gt;The more you will use the epilator, the less painful it will become and lesser will be your hair growth. Its results are way better than waxing; you become hair free for at least a month.&lt;/blockquote&gt;My armpit is going to be a nun woohooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I'm not sure how true this is. I'll keep epilating and let you all know hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, girls (and guys who can relate to this..?) I think an epilator is totally worth your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the purple one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUY #3 Mos Grilled Chicken Burger with Orange Pepper Sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TUffORJanaI/AAAAAAAACGM/mDMdIZhI8fw/s1600/asdf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568664900480966050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TUffORJanaI/AAAAAAAACGM/mDMdIZhI8fw/s400/asdf.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why will you need me to explain the goodness of a burger. Go try it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup that rounds up my top three buys of last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Flockie two days ago. She looked good. Healthy and bubbly and very well taken cared of. We had to resort to hand signs since she couldn't speak yet and all those hand sign tutorials during Interact days were proven useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwellzsxzsx get well soon darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TUffiNLoP5I/AAAAAAAACGU/B7oifWfq6ns/s1600/fdda.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568665243013889938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TUffiNLoP5I/AAAAAAAACGU/B7oifWfq6ns/s400/fdda.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered one dump for $2.90 well doneeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-2293142986101815180?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2293142986101815180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=2293142986101815180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2293142986101815180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2293142986101815180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/02/best-buys-of-jan11-hello-february-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TUfxb8DiVaI/AAAAAAAACGs/gz9zYqzTxv4/s72-c/fsdfga.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-106098232070561058</id><published>2011-01-29T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:48:29.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jiaren outing #6 (...?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a super belated post. I wanted to review Flockie's blog on this Settlers outing but ended up having to click four pages back. Either my best friend has a super eventful life or something is just wrong with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: my hair smells nice hahahaha omg I'm sick why am I smelling my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TULOWE9YAXI/AAAAAAAACFo/ohLsMYXnkPs/s1600/blah3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567238968066965874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TULOWE9YAXI/AAAAAAAACFo/ohLsMYXnkPs/s400/blah3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readquote: &lt;em&gt;Other things may change us, but we start and end with family. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Anthony Brandt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TULNHUrG25I/AAAAAAAACFg/Ed0Xbdqw6Gg/s1600/blah%2Bblah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567237615075646354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TULNHUrG25I/AAAAAAAACFg/Ed0Xbdqw6Gg/s400/blah%2Bblah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing with the collages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TULGfuPVG8I/AAAAAAAACFY/XrqZxeoCs8c/s1600/blah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567230337673927618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TULGfuPVG8I/AAAAAAAACFY/XrqZxeoCs8c/s400/blah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy bought us souvenirs from Taiwan which explains top two photos. Apparently she found us too pretty so she got us flu masks to block our faces. And when I got home my brother stole it because he had a cough and 'didn't want to spread it to me'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TUQVvyqM9pI/AAAAAAAACFw/_lXyhFmYDeA/s1600/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567598950133593746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TUQVvyqM9pI/AAAAAAAACFw/_lXyhFmYDeA/s400/Picnik%2Bcollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out above free cleavage courtesy of Flockie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Fil is going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;But. But. Good things must share!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settlers (SMU) was great except it needs better air conditioning and Sprite. It was my first time there but it wasn't much different from The Mind Cafe so nothing to compare. I think Settlers' has nicer game staff though, maybe because they hired students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite our 'mature working women of the 21st century' image, we got recommended all kinds of brainless animal themed games. From panda cards, to this mouse board game, then some shoot-the-duck set smg. We finally requested for Cluedo because those games, albeit quite amusing, were insulting (or challenging, in Sandy's case) our intellects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cluedo was fun! I can't believe I've never played it before omg I have no childhood O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrupt end of post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-106098232070561058?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/106098232070561058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=106098232070561058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/106098232070561058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/106098232070561058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/jiaren-outing-6.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TULOWE9YAXI/AAAAAAAACFo/ohLsMYXnkPs/s72-c/blah3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-2216868697924683071</id><published>2011-01-29T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:47:46.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gay finally recovers... in time for army hahahaha. And I left my camera at his house so no photos for this post yet oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watched Burlesque all over again thanks to whom was opera-obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;- Visited Long Bar and tried the Singapore Sling which very much sucked, to me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;- This boy also got me addicted to Vitas so now I keep replaying that Russian man's screaming for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YjO_VXHxsRw" frameborder="0" width="340" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-2216868697924683071?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2216868697924683071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=2216868697924683071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2216868697924683071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2216868697924683071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/gay-finally-recovers.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YjO_VXHxsRw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-2214411956340646648</id><published>2011-01-28T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T23:41:08.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Set in my nice cold room with an apple and my mom's caramel popcorn, with a good mug of warm milo. My brother is giving my mom a hilarious taekwondo lesson in the next room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful friday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-2214411956340646648?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2214411956340646648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=2214411956340646648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2214411956340646648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2214411956340646648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/set-in-my-nice-cold-room-with-apple-and.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-7666753227293118563</id><published>2011-01-25T20:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T00:19:14.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MY BRAVE AND BEAUTIFUL FLOCKIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT7JqE5pwTI/AAAAAAAACEg/LWi6q1qgvEY/s1600/DSC01491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566107914183754034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT7JqE5pwTI/AAAAAAAACEg/LWi6q1qgvEY/s400/DSC01491.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Sandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;KIV: my haircut D: must complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT7NgayZIqI/AAAAAAAACEo/_NzU6Q0PZA4/s1600/lalalalala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566112146306704034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT7NgayZIqI/AAAAAAAACEo/_NzU6Q0PZA4/s400/lalalalala.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all loved ones~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT7TTKK2GMI/AAAAAAAACFI/QYK07hc-TYU/s1600/DSC01493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566118515577329858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT7TTKK2GMI/AAAAAAAACFI/QYK07hc-TYU/s400/DSC01493.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a card made by jiaren (:&lt;br /&gt;Flockie's parents had to exclaim at how fat I used to be sigh. Not everybody grow up looking skinny and chio like their daughter whatttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT7TSxkmGpI/AAAAAAAACFA/YONG4_q4wKs/s1600/DSC01497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566118508974447250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT7TSxkmGpI/AAAAAAAACFA/YONG4_q4wKs/s400/DSC01497.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a success (: So get well soon Flockie! Your blog is currently topped with FIL's mush hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have realised by now, new haircut. I have to shoot somebody under an angsana tree. After emphasizing 276 times (no, really) to the guy, "Don't cut too much, I want it trimmed so little to the point I DON'T see a difference", HE GIVES ME A FILIPINO MAID HAIRSTYLE?! SERIOUSLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I do not have anything against filipino maids it's just a form of expression.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway not I trying to be anal okay, want to cut hair then ask the person don't cut. My mom told me to get a haircut before chinese new year -to get rid of bad luck or something- so I went to trim it reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for the record, the first thing my mom said to me after my haircut, "Goodness you look hideous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of discussion going on about the new horoscope change. Haven't bothered to check it out until today. Apparently there's no change in my horoscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT71XYhXWbI/AAAAAAAACFQ/72mspEApJrw/s1600/asdf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566155971544701362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT71XYhXWbI/AAAAAAAACFQ/72mspEApJrw/s400/asdf.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some astrologist obviously decided to include yet another mutant un-pronouncable sign into the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New observations:&lt;br /&gt;- Flockie is no longer Taurus with me ):&lt;br /&gt;- Honeypot, on the other hand, is promoted from Gemini to Taurus; Hello welcome to the elite club hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;- I now share the same sign as my mom and Ella as well that's just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatas~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-7666753227293118563?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7666753227293118563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=7666753227293118563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7666753227293118563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7666753227293118563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-brave-and-beautiful-flockie-with.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT7JqE5pwTI/AAAAAAAACEg/LWi6q1qgvEY/s72-c/DSC01491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-1418904146293615842</id><published>2011-01-24T12:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:36:33.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a shoutout to my beautiful princess, my lovely muffin, my honey glazed barbequed chicken wing, MY ONE AND ONLY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FLOCKIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what's going to happen tomorrow but I'm sure it'll be great afterwards. One small step into the ward, one big step into your life (omg I came up with this cool one-liner myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to embrace your life-changing moment, I shall dedicate you one whole post to show you how much I love you, to give you 90% of the strength &amp;amp; courage you need for tomorrow - as you know I have to reserve the last 10% to fight closet monsters at night, erm you can get the remaining from FIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ FROM &lt;em&gt;INTERACT&lt;/em&gt;, which we hastily joined just to be together (forever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT0k_ZcVfOI/AAAAAAAACDY/09N0SG1Sdbo/s1600/P3160170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565645386079894754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT0k_ZcVfOI/AAAAAAAACDY/09N0SG1Sdbo/s400/P3160170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March camp 2009&lt;br /&gt;We looked so young and lively then sigh. Age is indeed a woman's greatest enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so ridiculous that day. We escaped from whatever activity was held in the hall (not to forget we were the organisers for that event), with nothing but a camera, and sneaked into one of the classrooms to slack/camwhore. I wouldn't have dared to run away with anyone else hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT0k_I4yldI/AAAAAAAACDQ/pjJJ6s5MXsg/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565645381635839442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT0k_I4yldI/AAAAAAAACDQ/pjJJ6s5MXsg/s400/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top left photo is a joke omg hahahaha. It looks like a wedding photo. And why on Venus was there a flower in my hair smg was I the bride. The chairs were on the teacher's desk somemore yaosiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came along Zihui that adulteress and thus began our threesome hahahaha. Second photo is good evidence as to how much we lurbe eu worzsx :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember us inventing a loser cheer for IG6 on the first day of CCA orientation, and insisting that we were sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember us making fabric bangles together (and our sales board) for the fleaker-of-hope overnight, then eating at BK the next morning with Zihui hallucinating that we were at Macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember flailing over different kids at feiyue, and trying to teach them until we feel like retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember us bullying Cherngyew together and calling him Nankang for two whole years HAHA serves him right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember making sandcastles at the beach and washing our feet in the sea during interact outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember you laughed until you cried when you heard that you won Best Interactor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interact days were awesome because of you, THANK YOU! ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ TO &lt;em&gt;JIAREN&lt;/em&gt;; consisting of Lo, Pandy and Hoey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT0qjL6kdYI/AAAAAAAACDw/coZFIGMwQrI/s1600/ion2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565651498482038146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT0qjL6kdYI/AAAAAAAACDw/coZFIGMwQrI/s400/ion2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Stairway&lt;/s&gt; Escalator to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everybody how many times did we retake this shot. I think Jiaren is cool because together, we are always brave enough to embarrass ourselves /recalls Ikea outing and lunch breaks in nanyang *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT0nSWmIFiI/AAAAAAAACDg/kx3jVi8Pn_I/s1600/love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565647910756423202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT0nSWmIFiI/AAAAAAAACDg/kx3jVi8Pn_I/s400/love2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, through many many of these photos, I see us &lt;s&gt;growing prettier&lt;/s&gt; maturing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember us discriminating Sandy's blackness/age together from the first day we got arranged into the same bench hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember something grew out of us sitting together for so long - Jiaren was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how we always lol in the middle of lessons while passing our chatlogs around class, AND HOW YOU AND SANDY DESPISED MY ELEPHANT DRAWING ): Oh I also remember us depicting what was within S.Tieh's tummy HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how each of us suggested different urls for our jiaren blog, from underoneroof to jiarenlovesjo to joeyrocksthewholewideworld to.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Joraeysan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember yall supervising me to tidy up my desk, after which you made me tidy up the floor also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember us going nuts for dbsk together and we both thought that Evergreen was a song for rainy days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember us planning JR outings together; NUS, IKEA, PS, ECP, Ion, Settlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember singing Haengbok together, and you were the rapper hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember yall teaching me how to cycle, and also getting pissed at all the angmohs that were pissed at me for crashing into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU for adding love to Jiaren!! ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ TO &lt;em&gt;DDP FAMILY&lt;/em&gt;; of Flocks and FILs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT0suiqzqkI/AAAAAAAACEA/ssshm9e8M4o/s1600/love4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565653892591757890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT0suiqzqkI/AAAAAAAACEA/ssshm9e8M4o/s400/love4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our children on the cable car. We should meet up for an arranged marriage one day, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT0su7KEd7I/AAAAAAAACEI/evgrrfGxolo/s1600/love3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565653899165333426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT0su7KEd7I/AAAAAAAACEI/evgrrfGxolo/s400/love3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addition of two more cavemen into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember you were the first one to know about mine and I was the first one to know about yours (at least I think so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember us prawning, you winning me 6:5 and the guys in a pathetic draw of 0:0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember our crazy all-CAPS smses of excitement for pre-prom and chalet even before A levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember dying our hair and doing our nails together, before chionging off respectively to meet the two FILs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching Rapunzel together and wondering if the announcer died in the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember all the times we prepared food for either/both boys on random occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember preparing meals into cartoon lunchboxes together in our chalet before heading to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember us both shrieking outside Cine washroom when we found out that we would coincidentally be going to Hongkong around the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going to Ocean Park, eating chicken wings in disposable gloves and getting sunburnt together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU for making dating a whole new activity for me (: ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT1ScVPtgBI/AAAAAAAACEQ/M_iKC1VrCO8/s1600/lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565695361192656914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT1ScVPtgBI/AAAAAAAACEQ/M_iKC1VrCO8/s400/lala.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been a part in nearly every aspect of my life. I dare say my love for you is greatest everrrrr. FIL + uncle lee + aunty lee add up their love is only a quarter of my love okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO the point of this post-&lt;br /&gt;- is that you should marry me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA PLEASE BE SAFE TOMORROW! ALL THE BEST!!! I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU AFTER TOMORROW!!!! (:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JO IS LOVED BY JOEY AND THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD, but still mainly&lt;br /&gt;by Joey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-1418904146293615842?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1418904146293615842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=1418904146293615842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1418904146293615842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1418904146293615842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-shoutout-to-my-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TT0k_ZcVfOI/AAAAAAAACDY/09N0SG1Sdbo/s72-c/P3160170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-5851897216131412089</id><published>2011-01-17T17:53:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T23:20:20.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I will be posting photos of whom has not been appearing on my blog for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARRING..... CHARCOAL. Okay lah honestly I feel quite guilty for calling her that (after 4 years) since she isn't that black anymore. Btw Charc you should tan yourself back, Honeypot thinks you look hotter when you're black. Omg the rhyme, it's destiny! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Poem to Sandy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Charcoal go tan yourself back&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot thinks you're hotter black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Greatest Poet Joey (2011)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TTQWT7YY8NI/AAAAAAAACBg/VvFYZrPLdy4/s1600/2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563095971322720466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TTQWT7YY8NI/AAAAAAAACBg/VvFYZrPLdy4/s400/2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny contest - Charcoal is victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TTQVBhR5GJI/AAAAAAAACBY/h0vEa-z0P-4/s1600/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563094555566872722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TTQVBhR5GJI/AAAAAAAACBY/h0vEa-z0P-4/s400/1a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat contest - Joey beats Charcoal hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TTQegEz5HCI/AAAAAAAACCI/fg0f_GQ2pAQ/s1600/7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563104976105446434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TTQegEz5HCI/AAAAAAAACCI/fg0f_GQ2pAQ/s400/7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo contest - Draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jury is also convinced that the above photo can be used to depict depressed rape victims of the world war in social studies textbooks. However judge insists that the soldiers had better taste. Judge is obviously jealous of our good looks hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TTQdJg-tOOI/AAAAAAAACCA/aBxe6YvMPtM/s1600/5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 309px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563103489018378466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TTQdJg-tOOI/AAAAAAAACCA/aBxe6YvMPtM/s400/5a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horror Santa contest - judgement pending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lah I got bored. Then there were new Christmas stickers on Picnik and I couldn't help myself. See got snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier that afternoon both of us ordered a cup of fruit juice each to go with our lunch. Apparently the guy got my order wrong and I ended up with some dragonfruit + orange juice thing, which I accepted anyway since it was purple plus the guy said it aided digestion. It was so awesome I must recommend it omg. I have been excreting smoothly everyday from that day onwards. It's better than yakult!! FELLOW CONSTIPATION MATES, WE HAVE HOPE. Visit Ion's food court at the Juice Bar, no. 18 on the menu today!!! I remember because I initially wanted 28 but they served me 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constipation is no good, stores all the toxic in your body ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY. Many hours later I had an urge for fruit juice again. We thus bought yet another two cups of juice from this random SF stall. SIGHHHHH....&lt;br /&gt;.... it really lives up to its name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TTQWUB7QVLI/AAAAAAAACBo/VaZq-5UnatI/s1600/3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563095973079569586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TTQWUB7QVLI/AAAAAAAACBo/VaZq-5UnatI/s400/3a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice from Sucky Fruit (?) but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAMAK IT WAS HORRIBLEEEE. Somemore I ngieh ngieh ordered papaya milk (my most undesired fruit) in hope that my boobs will expand suddenly since people always say papaya milk enhances boob growth. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN MY PUBERTY STOPPED LONG TIME AGO WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME. It was worse than normal papaya milk, tasted like rotten papaya grinded with blue cheese aiyoooo. Then poor Sandy ordered Honeydew milk thanks to my bad advice which sucked as well. But hers was better than mine lor hers was at most sour Honeydew with sour milk yeah thats better. WHAT LAH BLUE CHEESE OR SOUR MILK BETTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TTQZzqmcoLI/AAAAAAAACBw/TaE300GR9c8/s1600/4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 311px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563099815108976818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TTQZzqmcoLI/AAAAAAAACBw/TaE300GR9c8/s400/4a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissatisfied customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked around far east, bought some clothes, dined at Coffee Town and finally trained home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TTQZzrmZjxI/AAAAAAAACB4/Bi9ZYVhgfM4/s1600/6a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563099815377211154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TTQZzrmZjxI/AAAAAAAACB4/Bi9ZYVhgfM4/s400/6a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final decent photo of us (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post up, jiaren outing. Exciting maxxxxx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-5851897216131412089?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5851897216131412089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=5851897216131412089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5851897216131412089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5851897216131412089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-i-will-be-posting-photos-of-whom.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TTQWT7YY8NI/AAAAAAAACBg/VvFYZrPLdy4/s72-c/2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-752778526261264286</id><published>2011-01-12T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T00:22:14.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;To a certain Honeypot...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TS3SAF586WI/AAAAAAAACAo/aVUF98f30ss/s1600/DSC01408aaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561332013899508066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TS3SAF586WI/AAAAAAAACAo/aVUF98f30ss/s400/DSC01408aaaaaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Happy 22 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; adorable Jigglypuff!!! Thank you for being such a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and bestowing me 22 months of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; unforgettable memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are being &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; loved by Joey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps/ I initially planned to state 22 reasons why I love you but I couldn't even think of one. Then I realise I don't need a reason to love you, I just do. Aww no don't cry really :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pss/ Oh my am I turning cheesy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-752778526261264286?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/752778526261264286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=752778526261264286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/752778526261264286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/752778526261264286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-certain-honeypot.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TS3SAF586WI/AAAAAAAACAo/aVUF98f30ss/s72-c/DSC01408aaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-8997855619707730083</id><published>2011-01-10T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T00:30:45.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TSmYgMW_9bI/AAAAAAAACAg/LdqPh7zB5lc/s1600/DSC00371a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560142893806515634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TSmYgMW_9bI/AAAAAAAACAg/LdqPh7zB5lc/s400/DSC00371a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANDY!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did but thank you for the midnight note. Now I know I have the Sandy I need and treasure always (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your 19th, may you just not change. Because you're special and awesome as you already are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;CHARCOAL&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-8997855619707730083?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8997855619707730083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=8997855619707730083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8997855619707730083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8997855619707730083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-sandy-d.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TSmYgMW_9bI/AAAAAAAACAg/LdqPh7zB5lc/s72-c/DSC00371a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-8501174742859240248</id><published>2011-01-06T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T01:01:15.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First post of the year. Kind of late but HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I LOVE EVERYONE who loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, today's my brother's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthdayyyy monsterrrr!!!!!! Please smile more and start feeling thankful for having such a fabulous sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TSX0m6wxtQI/AAAAAAAAB_g/1OGYTFtzQAo/s1600/DSC01368aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559118264504792322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TSX0m6wxtQI/AAAAAAAAB_g/1OGYTFtzQAo/s400/DSC01368aa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we kind of sang the birthday song twice - once to the cake and once to the pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll blog about the celebration in detail again. Tatas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-8501174742859240248?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8501174742859240248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=8501174742859240248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8501174742859240248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8501174742859240248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-post-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TSX0m6wxtQI/AAAAAAAAB_g/1OGYTFtzQAo/s72-c/DSC01368aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-8744020291730853141</id><published>2010-12-31T08:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:26:00.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;141210 - 191210 Hk trip &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been looking forward to this trip since prelims (practically everything was worth looking forward then, even meals) but somehow by the day of departure all the excitement had died down and I just felt like staying at home. My only reassurance was that Honeypot was going with me. Anyhow the trip went well and at least we both had fun. Was supposedly a class trip but Honeypot and I were basically there on our own honeymoon hahaha oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY #01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bye bye Singapore, hello Hong Kong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqHjvhvpfI/AAAAAAA%3CpAB4o/8r_cnvVN6wI/s1600/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555902138438100466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqHjvhvpfI/AAAAAAAAB4o/8r_cnvVN6wI/s400/1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On board Tiger A. When taking budget, always be prepared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking off - Malfunctioned roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;Landing - Titanic collision&lt;br /&gt;Whole journey - Turbulence ride&lt;br /&gt;Seating - Just enough space for a crab&lt;br /&gt;Meals - Astronaut food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride was about four hours. Honeypot and I spent our time eating (what else) - have I mentioned about my net gain of 3.5 kg? Right before new year good job Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HONGKONG&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; around 6 in the evening and checked in to Dorsett Seaview. Couldn't see any seas wonder why hmm. Rooms were quite decent though, albeit rather small. Location was good, right beside Temple Street and 5 minutes walk from Yaumatei MTR station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Honeypot and I went down for dinner at this claypot restaurant, as recommended by the hotel manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqHjmOxPLI/AAAAAAAAB4g/IFZdZFk6k4w/s1600/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555902135942593714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqHjmOxPLI/AAAAAAAAB4g/IFZdZFk6k4w/s400/2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST deep fried tofu EVER and superb orhjian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqH0SZdNZI/AAAAAAAAB4w/6POwx75w5bA/s1600/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555902422676485522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqH0SZdNZI/AAAAAAAAB4w/6POwx75w5bA/s400/3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reknowned claypot rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqIUwLJfrI/AAAAAAAAB44/mgF406Qd4dU/s1600/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555902980425350834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqIUwLJfrI/AAAAAAAAB44/mgF406Qd4dU/s400/4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NEVER seen Honeypot look so happy before. Never. Not even when I made him onigiri, or pizza, or jelly hearts, or chocolate fudge cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid claypot rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk around Temple Street and back to the hotel. We watched a midnight show on Honeypot's laptop snacking on another packet of the awesome deep fried tofu then went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY #02/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life like it should be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next two days, Honeypot secretly decided he would wake up late on his own. It was unimaginable. I rolled him across the bed, suffocated him with two pillows, sang (at my worst) into his ear, exercised on his stomach (great punch bag), shone light in his face, turn the TV volume to the loudest (I was watching weather forecast), jumped on the bed, JUMPED ON HIM-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AND HE REMAINED SOUNDLY ASLEEP. Smg. I had to clarify if he was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To Honeypot's Mom:&lt;br /&gt;A week's experience of waking your son up has allowed me to deeply feel your pain every single morning. May the strength be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Joey&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqKUt4IGgI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/hjPv961tmgk/s1600/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555905178831952386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqKUt4IGgI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/hjPv961tmgk/s400/7.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather forecast predicted 8 degree celcius and rain on both days so all must wear thick warm fur coats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot took me shoppingggggg~ and also brought me to check out the place he used to live when he was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a few malls, ate to our hearts content, splurged at arcades, watched a movie (Harry Potter like finally, I didn't really enjoy the show though) and chilled out walking around aimlessly together. Somehow, moments like these make me happiest. There's just nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqMnPG88RI/AAAAAAAAB5o/G8PbKwaM21U/s1600/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555907696013406482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqMnPG88RI/AAAAAAAAB5o/G8PbKwaM21U/s400/9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolio tap dance performance on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqNPfw3d-I/AAAAAAAAB5w/9JVld-iZFqs/s1600/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555908387678943202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqNPfw3d-I/AAAAAAAAB5w/9JVld-iZFqs/s400/10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third night both of us decided we had too much money to spare and thus spent it all on a $1000 meal (literally) consisting of just a crab, fried rice and tofu. Freaking crab cost 600+ bucks alone. Sayang my $1000 their crabs grow up eating gold is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqWityEmbI/AAAAAAAAB54/3fEPuaBjPPU/s1600/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555918613464258994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqWityEmbI/AAAAAAAAB54/3fEPuaBjPPU/s400/11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symphony of lights was boring. Maybe it was the fog, cause we hardly saw any lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY #04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DDP voyage à l'oceanpark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes thank you everbody, DDP is so successful we have brought it overseas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flockie and FIL happened to be in Hongkong together during the same period so we planned a visit to Ocean Park togetherrrr. Omg how I miss my chaletfamily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqX2BybJtI/AAAAAAAAB6A/M6MDayEG6QQ/s1600/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555920044763588306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqX2BybJtI/AAAAAAAAB6A/M6MDayEG6QQ/s400/12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus to Ocean Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqZcYvnbOI/AAAAAAAAB6I/Mkv9yU74GCs/s1600/13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555921803272482018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqZcYvnbOI/AAAAAAAAB6I/Mkv9yU74GCs/s400/13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean tourists. Must take photo with every entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqaLhSc-BI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/puTIAWFJ9bs/s1600/14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555922613019932690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqaLhSc-BI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/puTIAWFJ9bs/s400/14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCITING MAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqdPcX7CYI/AAAAAAAAB6g/2M5TYMO0Mlw/s1600/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555925978955057538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqdPcX7CYI/AAAAAAAAB6g/2M5TYMO0Mlw/s400/16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ferris wheel - &lt;s&gt;Jack and Jil&lt;/s&gt; Flock and Fil in the neighbouring carriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqbPp-Iy2I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/p8W96F2k0A8/s1600/15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555923783581748066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqbPp-Iy2I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/p8W96F2k0A8/s400/15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ocean park mascot Mr Dolphin-with-legs. Apparently dear Flockie couldn't help exclaiming her disgust for this dysfunctional marine creature and got us attacked by an angry Mr Dolphin in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqf5co_6YI/AAAAAAAAB64/8suXmMkPxHA/s1600/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555928899604441474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqf5co_6YI/AAAAAAAAB64/8suXmMkPxHA/s400/17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day! SUCH AN ADORABLE SCENE OH MYYYY. Honeypot threw his disposable gloves already but still wanted to eat onion rings so FIL fed him omgosh so cuteee. I am all ready to give Honeypot to FIL as a christmas present ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must. Quit. Homophillic. Mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqf5Gt-AvI/AAAAAAAAB6w/xetxYwn-n4s/s1600/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555928893719708402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqf5Gt-AvI/AAAAAAAAB6w/xetxYwn-n4s/s400/18.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this thing. I thought I was dead when the ride stopped but I saw my feet oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqf5FsLZwI/AAAAAAAAB6o/obaKG7mMbLE/s1600/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555928893443761922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqf5FsLZwI/AAAAAAAAB6o/obaKG7mMbLE/s400/19.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY FAMILY #1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top row: FIL, Flockie.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom row: Ahbuneh bag, Banana son (won from the carnival games - its a Jumbo prize!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqhNvONBHI/AAAAAAAAB7I/gakidnt0Y0o/s1600/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555930347701339250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqhNvONBHI/AAAAAAAAB7I/gakidnt0Y0o/s400/20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY FAMILY #2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our daughter Candy, favourite prize won from the games as well (she's a large prize :D yellow donkey with purple hairrrrr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TR2IM8ELPpI/AAAAAAAAB_A/HaM0bBJV3mM/s1600/44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556747271108509330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TR2IM8ELPpI/AAAAAAAAB_A/HaM0bBJV3mM/s400/44.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a peek at all the toys we won at the carnival. Spent above 500 hkd there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqj5KHRuoI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/6vJkx4kbKmI/s1600/22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555933292677675650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqj5KHRuoI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/6vJkx4kbKmI/s400/22.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqjpdKGmlI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/Zl2eBiHaPYM/s1600/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555933022911896146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqjpdKGmlI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/Zl2eBiHaPYM/s400/21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best shot of the dolphins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here onwards my camera ran out of battery D: so no more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We took a cable car.&lt;br /&gt;2) Played almost all the rides in the theme parks except Log Ride ):&lt;br /&gt;3) Went to see the luohan fishes and pandas.&lt;br /&gt;4) Wrote on the wishing wall.&lt;br /&gt;5) Sat on the merry-go-round, Honeypot's favourite ride in the WHOLE park because it was not scary. His hurt expression when the merry-go-round came to a stop was classic. Omg I think my boyfriend is cuter than me omg noooooo.&lt;br /&gt;6) Took the express train back.&lt;br /&gt;7) Caught the sealions on their love game. Apparently Fat John has a crush on Mary who was dating Skinny Peter. Skinny Peter was actually a philanderer and so John tried to warn Mary against him. Unfortunately Mary didn't heed advice and she ended up having to watch Peter mate with Phospholipid Babarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Ocean park and went for dinner with Flockie's parents at a nice restaurant!!! We had Peking Duck and you have no idea how happy Honeypot was. Sigh sometimes I feel like I would have been a better girlfriend if I was a piece of never ending chicken wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Flockie's parents treated us to the meal THANK YOU AGAIN UNCLE AND AUNTY!! Both of us were undergoing some kind of financial crisis after that expensive &lt;s&gt;crap&lt;/s&gt; crab meal so the treat really meant alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY #05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here you leave today, and enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow and fantasy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of our tripppp.. DISNEYLAND!!! I've never been to any Disneyland before unlike Honeypot who has been to all, so naturally I was extremelyyyy excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing the moment you enter the Disney terrain. Starting from the train itself. It had royal looking cushioned seats, Disney ornaments everywhere and even the windows and hand grips were in the shape of a Mickey Mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqmc29SDRI/AAAAAAAAB7o/Sv5D4edo6Ro/s1600/23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555936105034026258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqmc29SDRI/AAAAAAAAB7o/Sv5D4edo6Ro/s400/23.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exterior of the pretty train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqmcsavq3I/AAAAAAAAB7g/_1lCq3Ef0r8/s1600/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555936102204812146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqmcsavq3I/AAAAAAAAB7g/_1lCq3Ef0r8/s400/24.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO DISNEYLAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqnludEl5I/AAAAAAAAB8A/Us0YQGRQ9Uo/s1600/25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555937356881893266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqnludEl5I/AAAAAAAAB8A/Us0YQGRQ9Uo/s400/25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our entry tickets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three connecting lands: Tomorrow Land (futuristic/space), Fantasy Land (fantasy/cartoon) and Adventure Land (jungle/wildlife).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tomorrow land, our first ride was Space Mountain. It's a roller coaster that takes you into the galaxy. All you see are stars and planets its feels SO real you'll seriously feel like you're in space. I don't know how to express how amazing it is homg especially with all that cool music. I almost thought I was Neil Armstrong when I alighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqp3c0a1lI/AAAAAAAAB8o/-5jT_Q9g6nM/s1600/27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555939860408882770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqp3c0a1lI/AAAAAAAAB8o/-5jT_Q9g6nM/s400/27.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why the hell I took a photo of this instruction man for. He's not even hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right beside Space Mountain was the Buzz Lightyear ride. It's also super fun!! Not only do you get to see Zurg and the Little Green Men on the ride, you also get to play it in action! There're these cute laser guns provided in the cart where you use to shoot down Zurg and all the Z-baddies and your points get accumulated so you have a score at the end of the ride. There's this wall with high scores somemore so if you're good your name will be printed on Disneyland's wall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqnlVJZsZI/AAAAAAAAB74/n8iQra4sCGg/s1600/26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555937350088503698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqnlVJZsZI/AAAAAAAAB74/n8iQra4sCGg/s400/26.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a very very lifelike Buzz giving us instructions before we take the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about queue rides in Disneyland is that they are fast AND entertaining. Firstly they have ALOT of carts for each ride and the interval between each cart is like 10 seconds max. So the line goes piu piu piu and you're at the front already! Secondly, while queuing there's so much to see (like Instruction-Buzz) so you'll never get bored queuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's also this thing called the fast pass. You can use your entry ticket to retrieve a fast pass from a machine so you can return one hour later to play the ride WITHOUT QUEUING AT ALL. You go all the way to the front of the line. Shiok or shiok? Each ride has its own fast pass so if you want you can collect all the fast passes at one go then one hour later start playing all the rides without queuing hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one that took some time was the Stitch Encounter show since there was only one show going on at every time and there weren't much seating in that small room. I waited until I had leg cramps sigh but it was SO worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the room Stitch appears on this gigantic screen. This Stitch has been programmed and voiced to act and interact with us! So you can literally talk and play with Stitch on the spot. First he tried to force some woman into accepting his chocolate. Then it started accusing some guy of being a space prisoner -even had evidence of that guy's wanted posted. And finally we had to help Stitch escape (he was on a stolen spaceship apparently and had to run away from Gantu). Such a cute show I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side point, I seriously hate the japanese Stitch show on Disney Channel now. Like yuck that Yuna girl is not even half as cute as Lilo and the whole show is like some freaking budget cartoon. It looks like a fake pokemon anime with only one monster. And I hate how they made it such that Lilo had abandoned Stitch just so there was a reason for Stitch to leave Hawaii and appear in Japan. LIKE HELLO LILO WILL NEVER DO THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. - Lilo (2002) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm not even sure if my information is accurate but whatever, it just pisses me off that one of my favourite Disney cartoons has been MUTATED to this state. That show is not even satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot doesn't like it very much either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ks says: i think stitch is ruined in japanese&lt;br /&gt;Ks says: i preferred it when what he said never made sense&lt;br /&gt;Ks says: now it still doesnt make sense but its cuz hes speaking jap ):&lt;br /&gt;Ks says: and the new Jumba looks damn ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I MISS THE LILO AND STITCH OPENING SONG. It's like all gibberish to me I loveeed it.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here onwards post is shared-written.&lt;br /&gt;Colour coding:&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Joey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqp3CcGnDI/AAAAAAAAB8g/Ntvhz74pZwA/s1600/28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555939853327572018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqp3CcGnDI/AAAAAAAAB8g/Ntvhz74pZwA/s400/28.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thi is taken while we were on the boat in Small Small world. Basically just tons of little people singing the same song in so many different languages. Joey hated the song so much but it still got stuck in her head and she ended up hating the ride because of that haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Her lyrics were recurring "small small world" because none of us really knew what they were singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqp27nRPLI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/AVwYTc0eAiM/s1600/29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555939851495357618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqp27nRPLI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/AVwYTc0eAiM/s400/29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then moved on to this winnie the pooh ride where we took the HONEYPOT!! Yes I know, its named after me, as well as a number of MTR stations in hong kong such as Mong KOK, Lai Chi KOK, and PRINCE Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride was like narrating a winnie the pooh movie i think, or maybe its just a story about him getting his pot of honey, which happens in practically every episode of winnie the pooh. The ride itself was slower, but there were these doors which looked like they were part of the surroundings and you'd enter these rooms with seemingly no exits then one of the walls just opens up and you enter the next room haha. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love the Tigger room. The whole honeypot starts bouncing up and down together with Tigger it was so fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqp20B6M3I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/pNswYhpHqkY/s1600/30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555939849459610482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqp20B6M3I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/pNswYhpHqkY/s400/30.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the Lion King Festival!! Basically it was like a circus show telling the story of the lion king. Joey didnt really understand because she didnt watch the movie before but I helped to explain. But there wasnt really anything special with this. Its something like Disney on Ice except that this is not on ice and er yea, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqpUj_4VWI/AAAAAAAAB8I/fcWJ2xtgAxU/s1600/50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555939261040579938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqpUj_4VWI/AAAAAAAAB8I/fcWJ2xtgAxU/s400/50.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Simba during The Lion King Festival! He was like on one of the platforms, didnt talk much except at the start and the end, and it occasionally let out a roar... Apart from that it was just smiling and laughing and nodding its head while watching the show with us haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqrXWMBMAI/AAAAAAAAB84/MC1-H5p2nic/s1600/31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555941507896258562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqrXWMBMAI/AAAAAAAAB84/MC1-H5p2nic/s400/31.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took this really cool raft to Africa! Okay not the real Africa but it was Tarzan's house and thats supposedly in Africa right? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Okay please forgive Honeypot he's slightly screwed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqrXcaJuuI/AAAAAAAAB8w/dOosCoelBBI/s1600/32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555941509566151394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqrXcaJuuI/AAAAAAAAB8w/dOosCoelBBI/s400/32.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarzan's Gorilla mom carrying baby tarzan in the house (: Oh and baby Tarzan occasionally lets out yell! Like the one you always hear Tarzan make, but then its in the baby voice. I wonder how they got a baby to do that o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqsofvtNpI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/nIWmtHC-fCU/s1600/33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555942902031267474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqsofvtNpI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/nIWmtHC-fCU/s400/33.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We finally got hungry and settled down in this restaurant within Disneyland, Corner Cafe. We both ordered a three course each. Mine was a Disney Christmas special. Just look at my pretty tomato soup! Even the bread came in a mickey mouse shape oh my~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqsn9NZ6II/AAAAAAAAB9I/j4uA-C9NX_k/s1600/34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555942892760590466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqsn9NZ6II/AAAAAAAAB9I/j4uA-C9NX_k/s400/34.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey's sumptuous looking duck! It tasted really nice! I couldnt really tell that it was duck by eating it though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqsn5qfrsI/AAAAAAAAB9A/wPIYRIddFSQ/s1600/35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555942891808861890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqsn5qfrsI/AAAAAAAAB9A/wPIYRIddFSQ/s400/35.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with my grilled chicken(?), cant really remember what kind of chicken it was, but definitely tasty irregardless of whatever type of chicken it may be (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I knewwww it!! This proves my hypothesis right. I WOULD have been a better girlfriend as a piece of chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqt7lKTBuI/AAAAAAAAB94/HmgVghYzZu8/s1600/36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555944329414117090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqt7lKTBuI/AAAAAAAAB94/HmgVghYzZu8/s400/36.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Joey's desert! A mousse cake topped with a christmas tree shaped mint chocolate! The chocolate was okay, but the cake was delicious if my memory didnt fail me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TR3SJIs5ZiI/AAAAAAAAB_I/mkhDMGFWKNc/s1600/45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556828569641510434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TR3SJIs5ZiI/AAAAAAAAB_I/mkhDMGFWKNc/s400/45.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dessert was a marble cheese cake, which was extremelyyyy cheesy and delicious :D totally my kind of cake haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqt7YZDhJI/AAAAAAAAB9w/kR2eH1vfkyM/s1600/37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555944325986354322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqt7YZDhJI/AAAAAAAAB9w/kR2eH1vfkyM/s" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In the morning we walked past this balloon seller and I actually scowled at those white balloons cause they looked too mediocre and unspecial to be sold in Disneyland, plus they looked like Takashimaya paper bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TR3aW5-0CtI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/k5WbnzMhEws/s1600/45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556837602301315794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TR3aW5-0CtI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/k5WbnzMhEws/s400/45.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RIGHT? Agree with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at night, these balloons performed their magic. They actually had lightsticks secretly built in within them. So when night falls, these balloons start glowing in different colours in the dark. It was so pretty seeing a whole bunch of colourful flickering balloons. The cotton candy sold there had the same magic too. Imagine eating off a glowing candy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqxFfsuTwI/AAAAAAAAB-A/5ZBaHpbp4qE/s1600/41.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555947798281473794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqxFfsuTwI/AAAAAAAAB-A/5ZBaHpbp4qE/s400/41.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a picture of Duffy in one of the souvenir shops in Disneyland (: We wanted to buy one but the smaller ones were all sold out and those that remained were rather big and VERY expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Duffy is like a must-buy in Disneylands. I think it originated from Tokyo. It has a story. Something about Minnie Mouse sewing Mickey Mickey this Duffy bear as a special keepsake before he sailed out to sea, kind of like a lucky charm I guess. So couples usually buy this bear for each other as a symbol of happiness and luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to exclaim about how cute my Honeypot is. After deciding that we were both too poor to afford Duffy bears for each other, we took the above photo and thus left the souvenir shop, strolling around in peace. Five minutes later, Honeypot suddenly requested to carry my bag for me as it "looked super heavy" and I appeared "super tired". Despite the melodrama, I thought he was just trying to be loveydovey and gave it to him anyway. He then started asking me how much we had in my bag altogether (we kept all our cash together and use it as a shared account) etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ends up this boy was actually planning to bluff me about going to the toilet and then secretly run back to buy Duffy for me, which was why he needed my bag because all the money was there. However, he came to a realisation that even with all our money together, we did not have enough to buy one Duffy bear. He then sadly told me the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqxFrEaPyI/AAAAAAAAB-I/e1i-eneC3Os/s1600/42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555947801333612322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqxFrEaPyI/AAAAAAAAB-I/e1i-eneC3Os/s400/42.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture taken in front of Sleeping Beauty's castle when it was glowing and pretty. Not nearly half as beautiful as my girlfriend of course (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This shot was super difficult to take! It was so hard to position the camera and angle it such that both of us could be seen with the castle in the background. And my arm was short and shaky so Honeypot had to take this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRq0cH4WGhI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/pB03kaV4G9Y/s1600/43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555951485559642642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRq0cH4WGhI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/pB03kaV4G9Y/s400/43.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo of us posing before we entered one of the shows that we almost missed because we didnt see it haha. Apparently it was located in Fantasy Land where we didnt spend much time so we almost missed this awesome show! It's a really cool 4D show which was super creative and played most of the disney classic songs like a whole new world (: Donald ended up flying out of the screen and had his tail sticking out of a wall behing us hahaha. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He has a reallyyy nice butt btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We went for the space mountain ride two more times since we had spare time and it was possibly the best ride there, and then, we made our way to the front of sleeping beauty's castle for the grand finale (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqt7CP-LSI/AAAAAAAAB9o/q6bkyM89naE/s1600/38.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555944320042675490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqt7CP-LSI/AAAAAAAAB9o/q6bkyM89naE/s400/38.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firewoks came on at nine sharp and cartoons could be seen on the walls of the castle. We attempted to take pictures of the firewoks but most of the attempts failed haha. We gave up and ended up taking a video of the rest of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqt7DAXddI/AAAAAAAAB9g/Ob2aDHQXWd0/s1600/39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555944320245659090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqt7DAXddI/AAAAAAAAB9g/Ob2aDHQXWd0/s400/39.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Like I said, magic happens in Disneyland. It started snowing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the Main Street with Christmas lights, Disney songs and watching the snow fall down on us was already worth all my coming to Disneyland. I honestly urge, once in your lifetime, visit Disneyland with the one you love. Because nothing beats experiencing joy and magic, with somebody you experience life and love with. Disneyland should pay me sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqt64Zz7FI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/wJ2DmwglriE/s1600/40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555944317399592018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqt64Zz7FI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/wJ2DmwglriE/s400/40.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually foam and quite alot of it remained on Joey's head after we walked down the street haha, mine too i think. Kinda looked like we shampooed and forgot to wash it off thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sian how come I think it looks like dandruff D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the end of Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DAY #06&lt;br /&gt;Home Sweet Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought some last minute souvenirs, got my mom a pretty studded watch, chilled at Starbucks then flight home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong kong was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-8744020291730853141?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8744020291730853141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=8744020291730853141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8744020291730853141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8744020291730853141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRqHjvhvpfI/AAAAAAAAB4o/8r_cnvVN6wI/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-1251168215391293476</id><published>2010-12-31T00:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:22:35.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Lovesick&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Honeypot. The last time I saw him was like 54 minutes ago D: What a crisis I'm turning into a hopeless lovesick highly obssessive + possessive woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there was meant to be a primary class outing today but I was out with Honeypot so we only dropped by for me to say hi. Quite amazing to see how everyone has grown so much and a lot prettier/handsome too. Nobody could recognise me except tanweeteck though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were at clarke quay and Honeypot decided to take me on a romantic riverside candle-lit dinner. Nah your boyfriend doesn't suck that bad. Just not as good as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRy5LmDj1aI/AAAAAAAAB-4/ZPKrtBQUmDU/s1600/asdfghjk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556519649113527714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRy5LmDj1aI/AAAAAAAAB-4/ZPKrtBQUmDU/s400/asdfghjk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I put on weight stop harping on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRy3L5E-TWI/AAAAAAAAB-w/AQoThqWAg5Y/s1600/asd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556517455196474722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRy3L5E-TWI/AAAAAAAAB-w/AQoThqWAg5Y/s400/asd.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous boy dining with me by the gorgeous river. Wow what honourable deed did I exactly do in my previous life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRy3L8kUQAI/AAAAAAAAB-o/zK_voayMGUY/s1600/asdf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556517456133242882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRy3L8kUQAI/AAAAAAAAB-o/zK_voayMGUY/s400/asdf.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menu and candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRy3LsXzw0I/AAAAAAAAB-g/nIickHkz-ys/s1600/asdfgh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556517451785814850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRy3LsXzw0I/AAAAAAAAB-g/nIickHkz-ys/s400/asdfgh.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew the croquettes would come in this quantity sigh. My pan fried snapper came in an equally small portion as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post up, hongkonggggg. Major photo spammage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-1251168215391293476?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1251168215391293476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=1251168215391293476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1251168215391293476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1251168215391293476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/12/lovesick-i-miss-honeypot.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TRy5LmDj1aI/AAAAAAAAB-4/ZPKrtBQUmDU/s72-c/asdfghjk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-2806667646009220632</id><published>2010-12-13T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T21:44:42.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFML&lt;br /&gt;I hate the whole wide world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-2806667646009220632?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2806667646009220632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=2806667646009220632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2806667646009220632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2806667646009220632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/12/fmlfmlfmlfmlfmlfmlfmlfmlfml-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-6371942189354219331</id><published>2010-12-10T15:26:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T01:16:29.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chalet with Honeypot, Flockie and FIL (Flockie in law) was a success!! The terrace was relatively big and clean -though the kitchen was an ant house- and we had nearly unlimited air con!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;071210 Prom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch -Honeypot's awesome fried rice, we headed to the chalet at 2pm hoping to check in earlier because the makeup artist was coming at 3. Unfortunately the management couldnt let us in because their paperwork only starts at 2.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot and FIL then decided to take the opportunity to present us their surprise of love-filled home baked cookies!! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey: Are there different flavours?&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot: Yeah there's the normal one, double chocolate chip and subway cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal one: successful cookie&lt;br /&gt;Double chocolate chip: dark chaota cookie&lt;br /&gt;Subway cookie: soft uncooked dough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, Honeypot is a really bad liar. This boy spent the previous few days trying to hide the surprise from me but in vain. On the other hand, Flockie was fully tricked by FIL hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One decides to lie to me about going to Yichao's house to fix some stupid keyboard while the other uses playing Lan as an excuse (even went to the extent of playing lan music from his laptop when Flockie called him thanks to Honeypot's lame suggestion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TQHeWbSxBZI/AAAAAAAAB3s/TdFQ5JdOOCU/s1600/asdfg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548960692762117522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TQHeWbSxBZI/AAAAAAAAB3s/TdFQ5JdOOCU/s400/asdfg.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flockie and I with our hair and make up done, at our doorstep waiting for Uncle Lee who drove us to Shangri-la THANK YOU UNCLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TQHbWKMfdJI/AAAAAAAAB3k/q_xaUB5LO64/s1600/asd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548957389637514386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TQHbWKMfdJI/AAAAAAAAB3k/q_xaUB5LO64/s400/asd.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My honeypot in a tux. Super good looking. In front of our living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TQHbVyLIqKI/AAAAAAAAB3c/1mU7HF-RZlI/s1600/asdf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548957383189375138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TQHbVyLIqKI/AAAAAAAAB3c/1mU7HF-RZlI/s400/asdf.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FAMILY HAHAHA. In the ballroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TQHo7hGzciI/AAAAAAAAB4E/xdYqcnpjoto/s1600/56534.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548972325093995042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TQHo7hGzciI/AAAAAAAAB4E/xdYqcnpjoto/s400/56534.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... at least I gave them crowns? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we returned to our terrace and played till the wee hours cause we were just not tired. We then ordered Macs delivery at 4am and went to sleep promptly after breakfast hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;081210 Sentosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 12 plus to prepare our own lunchboxes to be brought to sentosa. Flockie and FIL tried to make seaweed chicken soup by melting seaweed chicken in the microwave and our whole chalet ended up smoking hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lunchboxes were awesome much. Cheese sausages, seaweed chicken, meatballs and my Honeypot's fried rice again (: This boy cooked enough for a few meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Honeypot lost his iPhone the moment we reached there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the thief who stole it: FUCK YOU. I hope you get eaten by ugly zombies (I guess its less miserable to get bitten by a hot zombie), turn into a ugly zombie yourself then get eaten by super zombies, also ugly and smelly too. Or you can just die of an allergic reaction to your own urine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or as Honeypot suggests,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey: Whats the worst way to die?&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot: Cut into pieces and cooked then fed to your best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I highly doubt that stupid criminal'd have any friends at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that unfateful event, the rest of the day went well. Honeypot was good and brave and was determined not to ruin the mood for us so he kept his smile the whole day despite feeling upset. I'm so proud of him (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Recalls myself sobbing and whining like nuts in the middle of PlazaSing when I lost my iPhone oh well*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for Cineblast the extreme log ride and Desperados. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CINEBLAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ROCKS MY SOCKS. Its a 3D simulation ride about trees being logged and processed. Super fun I wanted to just go for it again and again. Although I didn't quite get why they were like abusing those logs but it was SUCH A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; WOW I THINK THEY NAMED THEMSELVES WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperados was fun too! In this ride, you get a gun and a horse and you're supposed to shoot bad guys while on the horse! Like a cowboy! I was the lousiest in the first round, I got like only 20 points in total or what lah. Then the sheriff scolded me and I got demoted to a donkey somemore. My awesome boyfriend was champion! He got like over 160 points or something thats like 8 times my score fml. But I changed a horse in the second round and did way better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take photos cause I was lazy to bring my camera so I koped two from Flockie I hope she doesn't mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TQHo7KLybKI/AAAAAAAAB38/4lEUyNGzuQg/s1600/1234.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548972318940884130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TQHo7KLybKI/AAAAAAAAB38/4lEUyNGzuQg/s400/1234.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot and I enjoying our lunch boxes. Flockie bought these cute boxes for us earlier.&lt;br /&gt;There were Barbie (mine hahaha), Barney (Flockie's), Transformers (FIL) and some red car with eyes (Honeypot's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TQHo6eR2PEI/AAAAAAAAB30/nOblayBXxsE/s1600/5678.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548972307155139650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TQHo6eR2PEI/AAAAAAAAB30/nOblayBXxsE/s400/5678.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only group photo we took while queuing for the logride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo credits: Flockie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As evening fell, we split because Honeypot and I wanted to watch the Songs of the Sea but Flockie and FIL had other plans. SOTS was beautiful, we got the centre front seats so our view was just plain crazy. The firewoks were good. Songs can be improved though. Ice cream was also sold at a preposterous price of $"to-cheat-foreigners".&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so why the hell did I buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some pasarmalam food then went back to chalet only to realiseeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;.. WE LOST THE CHALET KEY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deng deng deng deng... scary music plays... deng deng deng deng....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We contemplated calling up a locksmith but it was impossible to contact anyone at such a time plus we didn't own the property so it wouldn't help even if we were willing to show our ICs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After brooms, chairs, windows, climbing, handphone reflections, stretching, banging and a lot of luck, we finally unlocked the door to our terrace!! Basically, stepping on a chair (borrowed from our nighbour terrace) and using a broom (also borrowed), the guys attempted to lift the lock of the door through the side window. And since the lock wasn't in sight, they had to try to look at it through the reflection of a handphone surface. The girls played a more important role!! Flockie had to take photos of the whole event so that we could blog about it and I had the vital role of opening the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following two photos are also koped from Flockie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TQJTQqK6d8I/AAAAAAAAB4M/gUPQThotH7w/s1600/w218204609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549089236536948674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TQJTQqK6d8I/AAAAAAAAB4M/gUPQThotH7w/s400/w218204609.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup reflecting and unlocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TQJTguldZOI/AAAAAAAAB4U/lp4ua2MJj18/s1600/w218204605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549089512599938274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TQJTguldZOI/AAAAAAAAB4U/lp4ua2MJj18/s400/w218204605.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you see me frantically trying to knock down the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are awesome locksmiths. Oh yes we came out with our own slogan too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Late at night?&lt;br /&gt;Stranded on a secluded hill? (we were on Biggin Hill)&lt;br /&gt;Locked out of home?&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna show your IC?&lt;br /&gt;Cannot contact a locksmith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALL US.&lt;br /&gt;We use no keys."&lt;/blockquote&gt;And then the guys went on to adding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Feeling lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Need company?&lt;br /&gt;We are of service too."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Flockie and I decided it was about time to show the guys our surprise, which was actually not surprising anymore because they already knew and saw everything. Apparently Flockie and I, on the same day Honeypot and FIL were baking their cookies, were baking fudge cakes for them hahaha. So yup we whipped out the cakes and served them as supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another fun night of card games and too much beer, we went to bed drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;091210 Narnia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to check out at 9.45. Honeypot and I only woke up at 9.30 and had to rush through our baths and start packing up. The management waited for us sitting outside the chalet but unfortunately it didn't stress us to pack any faster hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then sat outside the main office playing cards until we lost track of ourselves and cleverly ended up missing the shuttle bus so we had to take a bus down to tampines ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left all our junk and luggage at the ticketbox, bought tickets for Narnia then lunched at Ajisen! Damn ridiculous we walked out of the restaurant right after we asked for a table change, leaving the waiters confused and then we went back after our toilet trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was good. I was quite sleepy so there were some points of the show I almost fell asleep but overall the plot was interesting. I think Eustace is funny hahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we parted and Honeypot, awesome as he is, sent me home despite carrying all that luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHALET!! I ALREADY MISS MY CHALETFAMILY HOWHOWHOWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Hongkong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-6371942189354219331?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6371942189354219331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=6371942189354219331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6371942189354219331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6371942189354219331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/12/chalet-with-honeypot-flockie-and-fil.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TQHeWbSxBZI/AAAAAAAAB3s/TdFQ5JdOOCU/s72-c/asdfg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-5539953486453710157</id><published>2010-11-26T12:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:42:45.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TO89gdbMpTI/AAAAAAAAB3M/9GDq8CnncPU/s1600/LOVES.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543717294180181298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TO89gdbMpTI/AAAAAAAAB3M/9GDq8CnncPU/s400/LOVES.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Baby?&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What if everything was just a dream and you wake up to realise that we were never together before?&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot: I'll find you and ask you to be my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What if I didn't exist?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot: Then I'll go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rapunzel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rapunzel has officially replaced Toy Story 3 in my heart. Even though our tearjerking Flynn-Rider-dying-climax was interrupted by some announcement about a fire alarm in the middle of our show (of which Flockie is convinced that the announcer died in the event because the woman just got cut off abruptly), it was super duper luper uper awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the storyline in the movie was more logical than the original Grimm Brothers' story. At least there was a reason why Rapunzel was locked up in the tower - Gothel needed her magic hair. In the book, Gothel was just rearing Rapunzel for nothing wth. She wasn't even like raping Rapunzel or what. Rapunzel's mother was also a sick queen in the show, not some oppressive pregnant woman with a weird craving for witch grown vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rapunzel is so freaking hot. She is literally designed to get all the testosterone pumping (or oestrogen.. either way). Gorgeous long locks, huge green eyes, mindblowing figure, amazing singing -aptly voiced by Mandy Moore. I haven't talked to Honeypot but I suspect that he's so in love with Rapunzel that he's pregnant with her twins already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful scene ever HAS to be the out-at-sea scene. The lanterns looked so so impressive and so so amazing. It'll totally beat firewoks if carried out real life I bet. When the lanterns started lighting up the sky I swear I felt like I had to get married on the spot and was on the verge of proposing to Honeypot beside me. It didn't help that watching the show in 3D made the lanterns looked even more realistic sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH. RAPUNZEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, CineL. didn't appear toasted in any way after we exit the theatre so I have no idea what was with that fire announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh meet the new addition to our family.&lt;br /&gt;My YOUNGEST SON LOUIS #7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TO-VGfDvzXI/AAAAAAAAB3U/uXvCTXKkMJM/s1600/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543813604965338482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TO-VGfDvzXI/AAAAAAAAB3U/uXvCTXKkMJM/s400/DSC00622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically it's the tallest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Cookie Monster backpack Honeypot bought for me because he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatas~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-5539953486453710157?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5539953486453710157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=5539953486453710157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5539953486453710157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5539953486453710157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/11/dreams-me-baby-honeypot-yeah-me-what-if.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TO89gdbMpTI/AAAAAAAAB3M/9GDq8CnncPU/s72-c/LOVES.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-9202997026246794478</id><published>2010-10-10T21:08:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:38:47.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I woke up remembering the three nightmares which have been disturbing me all day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Nightmare 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was showing my brother how to pan fry &lt;strong&gt;The Incredible Cheese Tofu.&lt;/strong&gt; So there it was, the sparkling shiny cheese tofu, piping hot and unbelievably crispy on the outside yet soft on the inside, all ready to be served into my desperate salivating mouth... WHEN Honeypot suddenly decided to call me and wake me up in the middle of the night (AND THEN fall asleep within 10 seconds after I picked up so I don't seriously know why he called me for)?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes it's a nightmare because I got deprived of my awesome cheese tofu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Nightmare 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to prom naked wtf I know right. Thankfully, or not, I so &lt;em&gt;happened&lt;/em&gt; to find a dress lying on the floor (kukubird lor how come I don't ever &lt;em&gt;happen&lt;/em&gt; to find some money lying on the floor). A relieved me presumed it was unwanted - probably discarded by some stripper... or a rape victim - and promptly put it on. I then met up with Honeypot, who was in an equally unkempt state and was trying to zip his pants in the middle of the streets sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to clarify that I would never cheapen myself by wearing a dress from the floor thanks. I'd rather go prom naked hahahaha. No lah I'll go to the nearest This Fashion to buy the cheapest dress they have oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Nightmare 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom took A levels'10 and did better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see my morning started off real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I got reminded of all the tuition homework that I hadn't started on and started looking outside the window (I don't know why either. In hongkong dramas, ancient scholars always do that when they encounter some problem right. Maybe the luxurious green trees outside stimulate their brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe they're thinking of jumping out of the window. But then they probably won't die since ancient people stay on the ground floor. So its probably the trees. Then again, if they lived on the ground floor, they'd only be able to see the tree trunks. Aiya I guess they're just trying to create more problems for themselves.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ancient scholar from one thousand years ago: Fishballs and crackers!! (I'm assuming vulgarities were yet to be invented.) What is the structure of the nitrogen-containing molecule produced when &lt;em&gt;Lycra&lt;/em&gt; is hydrolysed by sodium hydroxide and heating...? *proceeds to look outside the window*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ten seconds later -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient scholar: THIS IS DRIVING ME CRAZY!! WHY! WHY DID I LOOK OUT OF THE WINDOW! WHY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;What? My ancient scholar cannot be scientist meh. Somemore he so successful okay he was the one who formulated the above mentioned structure and thus question 4 in Chemistry A level (9258/2) Paper 2 November 2002 (TYS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I live on the eleventh storey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND after all my tuitions, I took a bus down to amk for dinner. That bus trip was one of the worst trips in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man sitting in front of me had SERIOUS problems. Either his shower at home OR his nose must had broken down, because it's FREAKING IMPOSSIBLE THAT HE COULD NOT SMELL THE STINK BOMB HE WAS CARRYING. The only two words I could think of then was "Intoxicated" and "Help".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stench was so bad that even after I moved to sit all the way at the back of the bus I could still smell him, effectively circulated around the bus by the air conditioner. The seat beside him was never occupied for more than three minutes, I watched two passengers change seats within 30 seconds, and one highly tolerant ah ma (who tahan like 2 minutes) even sat facing away with a handkerchief in her face. And I swear I saw his breath come out in a green mist!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, that was not the most traumatizing bit. This man was apparently sleeping against the window, and while analysing if he had fleas in his head (in case they jump behind and start infesting me), I ACTUALLY NOTICED OIL LEAKING OUT OF HIS SCALP AND TRICKLING DOWN THE WINDOW PANE. Kill me kill me kill me. That is like worst than any of the nightmares I hadddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who refuse to take their baths should be banned from going out can. They contribute to too much externalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on this topic, let me also introduce The Singapore Idols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Singapore Idol (TSI)&lt;br /&gt;-noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition: One who croaks on public transport such as buses and trains, usually accompanied with earphones buried deep in his ears, thus deluded into believing that nodody can hear his singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution: TSIs are extremely fatal in groups of &gt; three and most lethal if they also happen to be undergoing puberty. These people are also termed as the Voice Breakers (VBs) and have been believed to be be a most effective weapon against Stink Bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synonym: Noise pollution, frog&lt;/blockquote&gt;This happened one/two weeks ago, Honeypot was sending me home. After a harsh day at school, both of us fell asleep shortly upon boarding the bus. The nap was initially peaceful, and I was probably dreaming of skipping through a field of delicious pan fried cheese tofus - when Rihanna suddenly jumped out and croaked in front of me. Then Eminem appeared, and another Eminem appeared, and another Eminem appeared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I horrifyingly woke up (an army of Eminems invading my world of cheese tofus), I found Honeypot (still sleepy and madly awoken) and myself encircled by a whole gang of VBs with a total of fourteen ahbengs, loudly announcing how they love the way you lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TLRXNypkTCI/AAAAAAAAB1U/ld-KxbgOnPo/s1600/asdfd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527138537136475170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TLRXNypkTCI/AAAAAAAAB1U/ld-KxbgOnPo/s400/asdfd.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Honeypot and I were the luckiest - the boys bestowed us with the surround system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that TSIs should be severely punished by making them sit beside Stink Bombs, with a HD280 Pro in their ears blasting old F4 songs all the way to their destinations. The more serious offenders (i.e. rappers) will be given a choice between SNSD songs or Nokia ringtones. In the unlikely event of unavailability of Stink Bombs (due to some successful bathing campaign or what), TSI offenders will be made to lie on window panes with expired oil remnants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-9202997026246794478?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/9202997026246794478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=9202997026246794478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/9202997026246794478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/9202997026246794478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/10/todays-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TLRXNypkTCI/AAAAAAAAB1U/ld-KxbgOnPo/s72-c/asdfd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-6642021763370318018</id><published>2010-09-26T02:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:03:16.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Post prelims&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Clara, Coreen and I were done mourning over Chem paper 1 and praying that &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;old beauty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(who calls us the three beauties hahahaha- oh well what can I say, only the elderly appreciates real charisma)&lt;/em&gt; wouldn't hyperventilate upon recieving our scripts, Coreen then brought us, along with YY &amp;amp; Yukina, to her house to watch the nata de coco show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was like any typical love story lor. Now, let's allow Ryan to give us a really short summary of the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="160" height="98"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r1oV_MzzNSk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r1oV_MzzNSk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My all time favourite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah it was better since the emphasis was on family love rather than the ChingChing kind. Our sentimental Coreen cried so I suppose it's considered a touching show. If you're interested, it's &lt;a href="http://www.mysoju.com/nada-sou-sou/"&gt;Nada Sou Sou&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, I left to find Honeypot who treated me to Swensen's because he's a good boy and I totally deserve it. Then we walked around and waited for Flockie and her Honeywell for their show to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Btw Flock, please lor Honeywell sounds like some gel tray with combs that create &lt;em&gt;wells&lt;/em&gt; for preparation of DNA samples to do DNA Agarose gel electrophoresis. Totally not cute at all. Honeypot sounds so much cuter! Reminds me of Winnie the Pooh, bumble bees and everything adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yes I dug out my Bio App notes to type that one intellectual bio sentence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Honeypot, Flockie, Flockie's Honeywell (FHW for short) and I then proceeded to carry out our DDP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DDP - Prawning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A last minute plan led us to the prawn farm again! (however it was reserved by some company for the evening so the management told us to go back at 8.40pm instead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my Honeypot was so excited because quote him, "We can finally relive our Valentines' moments! It's like my dream come true!" (Refer to &lt;a href="http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-belated-cny-valentines-everybody.html"&gt;post 16/02/10&lt;/a&gt;) Apparently this boy had been wishing to go back there again ever since our first experience but due to my food ban, I couldn't eat prawns and thus we didn't have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes so naturally he was in a very good mood and bought me anything I wanted (not that he usually doesn't) including this useless flying thingy which FHW bought for Flockie too. It's some toy you shoot high up towards the sky and it floats down like a dandelion. Even comes with blinking lights. Damn chio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was just the four of us, under the starry night sky, happily playing on this piece of land - aiming our dandelion playthings up above and watching those pretty colourful lit up things float back down to us, enjoying the romantic atmosphere...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......... along with thirty other uncles and aunties doing the same and little children shrieking and running around in fear/excitement, and others crying when their dandelions kena stuck in some tree -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still beautiful oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this little boy who kept picking up our toy for us every time it landed on the floor and apparently Honeypot and I found him so cute we even gave the toy to him in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA BE A MOTHERRRRRRRRRR (Kiv: my motherly instincts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ And on to the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot more people this time round compared to the previous time we came. It was so crowded, there literally weren't enough prawns to meet the demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her hidden talent along with beginner's luck, Flockie beat me 6 to 5. I'm proud of my achievement though, considering how I didn't catch a single one the last time. I even changed my prawning spot once because the first location had bad feng shui with too many prawning pros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys had an even more nerve wrecking match!!! They hooked and prawned and perspired and stank (men -.-) and perspired some more and prawned and finally ended up in an engaging draw of&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;0:0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. this is not an emoticon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that, the guys were made to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO WE ALL SEE GENDER REVOLUTION! Women are stepping out of their entrenched roles. No longer are we made to stay in our caves to take care of babies and cook while men go out hunting and fishing/prawning for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE CAN ACHIEVE EQUALITY IN TIME TO COME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Honeypot this does not apply to you. You will ultimately be the one who hunts, fish AND cooks. I love you baby -&lt;br /&gt;- look on the bright side, if I were to do any of those, we're just shortening our lifespan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TJ3kTYS3DtI/AAAAAAAAB1M/N7tSeErv4sI/s1600/4ae1d68f-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520819739816300242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TJ3kTYS3DtI/AAAAAAAAB1M/N7tSeErv4sI/s400/4ae1d68f-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520819735433970994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TJ3kTH-CBTI/AAAAAAAAB1E/WusWeUJiHE8/s400/07af7109-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry with you Honeypot your lips are naturally so pink and glossy thats not fair at all ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TJ3kSybg4vI/AAAAAAAAB08/h3DIlPlz3ak/s1600/df1e5652-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520819729652048626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TJ3kSybg4vI/AAAAAAAAB08/h3DIlPlz3ak/s400/df1e5652-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left, Joey Junior 2, Joey Junior 5, Joey Junior 3, Joey Junior 1 and Joey Junior 4. I painstakingly named every single one when I caught them. Ay what it's not easy okay! You try differentiating five prawns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TJ3kSsiGyvI/AAAAAAAAB00/cwBntpFOYb8/s1600/86dfcffa-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520819728069085938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TJ3kSsiGyvI/AAAAAAAAB00/cwBntpFOYb8/s400/86dfcffa-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even ordered chicken wings and satay to complete our supper (:&lt;br /&gt;Flockie's prawns aren't in this photo. She caught mostly pregnant prawns which somehow required more time to cook so they just left them on the bbq pit first. This girl commented that prawn eggs look like caviar, but I've never seen grey caviar so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH there was this cat (Joey Junior 6) which came to us for food continuously. And despite knowing that we shouldn't, we fed it. It's not our fault okay. She sat down when we told her to. And you know Singapore goes by the meritocracy system. We had to reward her what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out one thing though - cats don't eat onions (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TJ3kScSWSxI/AAAAAAAAB0s/NZSktyfLGtU/s1600/0ce73b97-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520819723708025618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TJ3kScSWSxI/AAAAAAAAB0s/NZSktyfLGtU/s400/0ce73b97-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you should be on a Japanese magazine cover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine I admit I forced him into this. Can't help it lah. I cannot resist putting his cuteness into more expressive ways sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEMYFLOCKIEANDMYHONEYPOT ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only everyday was like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-6642021763370318018?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6642021763370318018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=6642021763370318018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6642021763370318018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6642021763370318018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/09/post-prelims-after-clara-coreen-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TJ3kTYS3DtI/AAAAAAAAB1M/N7tSeErv4sI/s72-c/4ae1d68f-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-6812418625908155597</id><published>2010-09-11T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T00:07:35.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I. SAW. A. SHOOTING. STAR. IN. SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TIuozEDmIzI/AAAAAAAAB0k/9ucOon23J4s/s1600/ws_Shooting_Star_1600x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515687763860923186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TIuozEDmIzI/AAAAAAAAB0k/9ucOon23J4s/s400/ws_Shooting_Star_1600x1200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn't suck that much after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Flockie sighh (consider my chalet please please pleaseeee).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-6812418625908155597?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6812418625908155597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=6812418625908155597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6812418625908155597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6812418625908155597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/09/i.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TIuozEDmIzI/AAAAAAAAB0k/9ucOon23J4s/s72-c/ws_Shooting_Star_1600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-7580396291770910339</id><published>2010-09-07T19:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:41:38.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After countless days of storing faeces in my body, my sluggish bowels are finally active again!!!!!!!! Not the glammest way to start a post but I'm really super thankful to bid goodbye to all the indigestion/constipation/whatever bowel disease so yeah, share the joy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I was begining to worry that all the toxic will like burst through the walls of my intestines and start attacking my organs. Thank you everybody I did not appear on ST headlines for being the first person to die of drowning in my own dung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a duller note, the 'first time' came at such a bad timing. I was at some crappy secluded shopping plaza, which female toilet has only two pathetic cubicles, of which both suay suay have no toilet paper. And it was such a sianzepuah moment for me because I really did not want to miss the chance of this long awaited excretion. Fortunately clever me recalled that I had a packet of panty liner in my bag (PLs are so multi purposeful). WHAT LAH STOP JUDGING ME BETTER THAN SOME PEOPLE WHO DON'T EVEN CLEAN RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: remember to ALWAYS bring out a packet of tissue paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; TO YAKULT AND WHATEVER DIGESTIVE GERM (?) YOU CONTAIN: I LURBEZSX EU WORZSX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cleansed. And light. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Betty was playing some avatar creating thingy on her phone while waiting for tuition yesterday and before she went in to teach my brother I stole her phone and ended up playing for an hour hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TITP_bX8m0I/AAAAAAAAB0M/5_2TPwzCAAQ/s1600/jo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513760532395236162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TITP_bX8m0I/AAAAAAAAB0M/5_2TPwzCAAQ/s400/jo.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT RIGHT FLOCKIE I EVEN GAVE YOU CLEAVAGE :D AND AND AND! I PUT YOU AMONG PEACH BLOSSOMS OH MY :D OH RIGHT I SWEAR I REMEMBER YOU DRESSING LIKE THAT BEFORE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEAI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TITP_MsuqAI/AAAAAAAAB0E/Ni8naUND9kA/s1600/heeai.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513760528455870466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TITP_MsuqAI/AAAAAAAAB0E/Ni8naUND9kA/s400/heeai.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN ALIKE YOU MEI YOU. SHE'S ALWAYS IN HER HUANGCHENG JACKET WITH SHORTS AND HOLDING NOTES/WORKSHEETS/ETC. I EVEN PUT HER ON STAGE SO SHE CAN DIRECT HER HUANGCHENG SHOW :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TITP-3GESUI/AAAAAAAABz8/tCMjmpiCAww/s1600/clara.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513760522656565570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TITP-3GESUI/AAAAAAAABz8/tCMjmpiCAww/s400/clara.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY CLARA I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHY YOU ENDED UP LOOKING SO PRETTY. I WAS TRYING MY BEST TO CREATE A MONKEY AVATAR BUT IT WAS ONLY LIMITED TO HUMAN CHARACTERS D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COREEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TITP-c1UACI/AAAAAAAABz0/DAICAt-RgY4/s1600/coreen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513760515606970402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TITP-c1UACI/AAAAAAAABz0/DAICAt-RgY4/s400/coreen.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG THANK ME I PUT YOU IN WINTERWEAR AND CUTE FUR BOOTS SO YOU CAN GO TO HONGKONG STRAIGHTAWAY :D ERM THOSE SHORTS... I WANTED TO MAKE YOU SEXY SO YEAH JUST ERR MAKE DO WITH THE COLD...? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HONEYPOT HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TITYtmvNeVI/AAAAAAAAB0U/w5H6UMEQrdw/s1600/ks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513770121812605266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TITYtmvNeVI/AAAAAAAAB0U/w5H6UMEQrdw/s400/ks.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH I KNOW BABY YOU AREN'T HALF AS CUTE AS THIS BUT LET ME WALLOW IN SELF DELUSION. ANYWAY YES YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO GO PROM IN A TUX AND A FLOWER FOR ME OTHERWISE YOU CAN GO YOURSELF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-7580396291770910339?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7580396291770910339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=7580396291770910339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7580396291770910339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7580396291770910339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-currently-overjoyed-because-after.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TITP_bX8m0I/AAAAAAAAB0M/5_2TPwzCAAQ/s72-c/jo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-4924808503902361447</id><published>2010-08-16T22:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:46:11.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I thought my mouth was big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506031107059964450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGlaHqKPWiI/AAAAAAAABy8/tnM84eOYlag/s400/13042_190916999472_565854472_2923805_6033537_n-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGlQ5GFHPeI/AAAAAAAABy0/BBW8VZ7wxNw/s1600/wbm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506020961251966434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGlQ5GFHPeI/AAAAAAAABy0/BBW8VZ7wxNw/s400/wbm.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;Guinness world record holder: world's biggest mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna appear on the guinness book toooooo! Maybe I should sign up for world's biggest nostril/ longest mucus/ smelliest feet or something hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] I decided to withdraw from smelliest feet. Clara sure win one. [/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-4924808503902361447?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4924808503902361447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=4924808503902361447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/4924808503902361447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/4924808503902361447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-i-thought-my-mouth-was-big.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGlaHqKPWiI/AAAAAAAABy8/tnM84eOYlag/s72-c/13042_190916999472_565854472_2923805_6033537_n-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-1952629778498314772</id><published>2010-08-10T19:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T21:51:42.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Charice was on Readers Digest, which prompted me to check her out on youtube, since seeing her on Oprah that one time had me nearly in tears (she performed Note To God).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HkaE9SLwCDo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HkaE9SLwCDo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL SHE WAS TWELVE?! TWELVE. AND WHAT WAS I DOING IN P6?! LEARNING HOW TO SING THE THEME SONG FOR LIZZE MCGUIRE. GOOD JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS/ I decided to forgive myself. After all I had psle not my fault I didn't have time to attend singing competitions and make a name for myself ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS/ I decided it's entirely MOE's fault. I could have been on Oprah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSS/I have decided to stop studying for A levels altogether and fly to Philipines to sing the Lizzie Mcguire song I learnt six years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSSS/ Remember to watch me on Oprah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeai's mom has officially mistook me as her daughter! HEEAI WE FINALLY SUCCEEDED IN CONFUSING OUR PARENTS MUAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garytang was really something. He told us we looked like twins five years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGFSFpSi5qI/AAAAAAAAByk/qdJgidkwbfI/s1600/P1060044-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503770476559918754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGFSFpSi5qI/AAAAAAAAByk/qdJgidkwbfI/s400/P1060044-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huangcheng'09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the fact that I look damn gross, I think we look so happy. Like a family :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGFKeaiMsXI/AAAAAAAAByU/2vqHlYolxP8/s1600/P1080984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 376px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503762106002747762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGFKeaiMsXI/AAAAAAAAByU/2vqHlYolxP8/s400/P1080984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huangcheng'10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at photos of myself make me consider plastic surgery sometimes. Come on Honeypot permit meeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGFKew_pJPI/AAAAAAAAByc/-jsMJ5vZi4E/s1600/995b4631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 386px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503762112031827186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGFKew_pJPI/AAAAAAAAByc/-jsMJ5vZi4E/s400/995b4631.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo' 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously need breast implants. Otherwise I'll look so pathetic every time I take a photo with Heeai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. Yes. I don't think we look that much alike leh. But got the blissful look lah. Like a lesbian couple hahahahahaha. And I realise our heads touch in every photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a series of photos of my brother which I found pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGFGINprqfI/AAAAAAAABx8/yNxxLGjfS3g/s1600/msia+trip+(211).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503757326540843506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGFGINprqfI/AAAAAAAABx8/yNxxLGjfS3g/s400/msia+trip+(211).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sianzepuah. I'm bored..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGFGHqFzF2I/AAAAAAAABx0/YLYCwU6BW6I/s1600/msia+trip+(212).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503757316995094370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGFGHqFzF2I/AAAAAAAABx0/YLYCwU6BW6I/s400/msia+trip+(212).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aha! I know what to do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGFGIS5zHeI/AAAAAAAAByE/cJCZLh3dGGI/s1600/msia+trip+(210).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503757327950618082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGFGIS5zHeI/AAAAAAAAByE/cJCZLh3dGGI/s400/msia+trip+(210).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shall drink my milo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGFGI3r1pqI/AAAAAAAAByM/sh3Exmx1Ar8/s1600/msia+trip+(209).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503757337824175778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGFGI3r1pqI/AAAAAAAAByM/sh3Exmx1Ar8/s400/msia+trip+(209).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... I'm bored."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA THAT WAS SO CUTE. DON'T PRETEND TO HOLD BACK YOUR LAUGHTER. I'M SO FUNNY HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND STRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should fly to Phillipines oh my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-1952629778498314772?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1952629778498314772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=1952629778498314772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1952629778498314772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1952629778498314772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-charice-was-on-readers-digest.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TGFSFpSi5qI/AAAAAAAAByk/qdJgidkwbfI/s72-c/P1060044-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-1647676393086311665</id><published>2010-08-07T22:17:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T23:39:31.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Random&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1raQ1esYI/AAAAAAAABwQ/HGagTGIQG4k/s1600/NEW+(15).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502672418656661890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1raQ1esYI/AAAAAAAABwQ/HGagTGIQG4k/s400/NEW+(15).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream catered UFO machine. Got B&amp;amp;J's nomnom! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1raGNh8CI/AAAAAAAABwI/A1CSeiQMaKA/s1600/NEW+(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502672415804747810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1raGNh8CI/AAAAAAAABwI/A1CSeiQMaKA/s400/NEW+(14).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big chio bear. Apparently pokkai people like me no money to play, take photo illegally from beside also happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1rZrvalPI/AAAAAAAABwA/9RBR-pMuiBI/s1600/NEW+(26).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502672408699114738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1rZrvalPI/AAAAAAAABwA/9RBR-pMuiBI/s400/NEW+(26).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a koko ball above my arm. Notice the colour contrast.&lt;br /&gt;(And the spotlight isn't on how fat/ugly/weird my thumb looks thanks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1rZUmECfI/AAAAAAAABv4/RknfmYdrWkY/s1600/NEW+(23).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502672402485873138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1rZUmECfI/AAAAAAAABv4/RknfmYdrWkY/s400/NEW+(23).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same koko ball, above Sandy's arm. Notice the colo...&lt;br /&gt;.. wait can you even see the ball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1rZGS3e4I/AAAAAAAABvw/Dgcw7z5c8es/s1600/Photo091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502672398647262082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1rZGS3e4I/AAAAAAAABvw/Dgcw7z5c8es/s400/Photo091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weizhang in a super cute costume (some kind of male cheongsam) on racial harmony day I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1sDrtRl7I/AAAAAAAABw4/tBJSqPa2tBQ/s1600/NEW+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502673130244642738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1sDrtRl7I/AAAAAAAABw4/tBJSqPa2tBQ/s400/NEW+(11).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the MEIJIs will show our might&lt;br /&gt;Show them how our milkbottles fight&lt;br /&gt;Fight ar fight ar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1sDZfMwMI/AAAAAAAABww/C1mJgs9rGFI/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502673125353767106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1sDZfMwMI/AAAAAAAABww/C1mJgs9rGFI/s400/IMG_0074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this super chio diary last year and never got to use it. And guess where I bought it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1sCz15qAI/AAAAAAAABwo/gZyzUZJNejc/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502673115248437250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1sCz15qAI/AAAAAAAABwo/gZyzUZJNejc/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some lingerie shop (YH I think) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1sCpjBMkI/AAAAAAAABwg/21x0MdQrenQ/s1600/NEW+(51).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502673112484885058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1sCpjBMkI/AAAAAAAABwg/21x0MdQrenQ/s400/NEW+(51).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilli padi for everyone during dance night'09 (from Flockie and me). All you have to say is "You were really hot up there!" and it'll make anybody's day for just five cents (estimated price of each chilli) per performer (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk what talking you of course I packaged it with all my sincerity luh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1sCfGwFHI/AAAAAAAABwY/ERgtJH4lOCg/s1600/Photo132a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502673109681968242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1sCfGwFHI/AAAAAAAABwY/ERgtJH4lOCg/s400/Photo132a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My couple bears pda-ing in school.&lt;br /&gt;This was before I miplaced both of them sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;Omg or maybe they eloped!! ADULTERERS D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1vpOoaEiI/AAAAAAAABxg/LNobFTxnUuw/s1600/Photo353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502677073809510946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1vpOoaEiI/AAAAAAAABxg/LNobFTxnUuw/s400/Photo353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear-thoven on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1volxTY_I/AAAAAAAABxY/W6owdE-MwyM/s1600/NEWW+(53).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502677062840968178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1volxTY_I/AAAAAAAABxY/W6owdE-MwyM/s400/NEWW+(53).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son in an attempt to follow his idol's footsteps. This was taken by Honeypot in his own room which explains the terrible photography + messy room.&lt;br /&gt;Men -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1voDJix_I/AAAAAAAABxQ/ltgcqa97OEc/s1600/Photo021a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502677053547399154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1voDJix_I/AAAAAAAABxQ/ltgcqa97OEc/s400/Photo021a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweetheart tucked in my bed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1vnqNI9NI/AAAAAAAABxA/2rU1KiDIINk/s1600/89cddcad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502677046851597522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1vnqNI9NI/AAAAAAAABxA/2rU1KiDIINk/s400/89cddcad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel caught by surprise when he saw my camera.&lt;br /&gt;They were having some gathering my room apparently.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know my fat thumb in action again -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1vn-SCwfI/AAAAAAAABxI/WToXyIc9WF4/s1600/asdfgjoey.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502677052240871922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1vn-SCwfI/AAAAAAAABxI/WToXyIc9WF4/s400/asdfgjoey.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my sockssss. SO CUTE OMG. I wonder if they have these in adult size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) National day celebrations were so-so. The kite presentation was totally wth but the old songs really brought back good memories. We need more songs like Home/Where I Belong/We Will Get There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Went to Ichiban with the class for lunch and the only significant event that happened was Youhao hitting the jackpot on the Spin-The-Wheel (80 dollar voucher)!! So each of us had more than six dollars off our meals. This boy went to calculate the probability of winning apparently. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) HC has officially trained us into critical thinkers. What have people on train with rebonded hair got to do with us at all?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) GET WELL SOON COREEEEEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) ___ called me ___ today and I actually felt super flustered over it I should honestly kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Angel finally back from brunei. Welcome home to the red dot again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-1647676393086311665?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1647676393086311665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=1647676393086311665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1647676393086311665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1647676393086311665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-ice-cream-catered-ufo-machine.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TF1raQ1esYI/AAAAAAAABwQ/HGagTGIQG4k/s72-c/NEW+(15).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-5150498564474662743</id><published>2010-08-02T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T00:14:38.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored and hungry and I wanna go ny to eat meesua with extra egg (OH right ny changed the whole canteen I forgot, no more meesua).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm damn sad because both &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Flockie♥&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Charcoal♥&lt;/span&gt; don't believe that the aunty really gave us extra eggs ): And I can't find any evidence because the only photo I could find was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TFWUsv9IFDI/AAAAAAAABvo/83eenRtUbaQ/s1600/noodle+noddle+soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500466016410932274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TFWUsv9IFDI/AAAAAAAABvo/83eenRtUbaQ/s400/noodle+noddle+soup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME CLARIFY AND EXPLAIN THE MISSING EGGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the aunty only gave us extra eggs when&lt;br /&gt;1) she's running out of prawns/fishcakes/crabmeats so she'll use eggs to replace our loss OR&lt;br /&gt;2) its evening time and she's closing stall already so might as well give us all the liaos OR&lt;br /&gt;3) Flockie and I flirt with her and make her happy then she'll reward us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from above picture, obviously there seems no lack of prawns. Neither does it look like evening time (pretend you can see the sun). Plus we couldn't please the aunty because Charcoal was around and she would have shocked the aunty instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, THESE ARE NOT EVEN MEESUA. IT'S RAMEN ...or something but definitely not meesua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY BELIEVE ME D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, ♥s make me happy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-5150498564474662743?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5150498564474662743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=5150498564474662743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5150498564474662743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5150498564474662743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-bored-and-hungry-and-i-wanna-go-ny.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TFWUsv9IFDI/AAAAAAAABvo/83eenRtUbaQ/s72-c/noodle+noddle+soup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-1340962579429774628</id><published>2010-08-01T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:51:46.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! Its the return of honeypot!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey claims that she has no content to blog about so i'm going to blog on her behalf (:&lt;br /&gt;(partly also because she's mugging ever so diligently for her upcoming tests, she's determined to get straight A's you see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently trying to master the art of becoming less boring, since it has come to my attention that my nagginess is as serious as north korea's ambition to become a nuclear graveyard. And also of course, i'm mugging damn hard too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay before i go on and on again and get boring, i wanna thank my wonderful girlfriend, for being my motivation to work harder and pick myself up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey you're the most perfect and wonderful girlfriend i could ever ask for, thank you for being here with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvZwINTP0hw/TFV7xe2_SCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Garz8ZG4oHk/s1600/12.3.10+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvZwINTP0hw/TFV7xe2_SCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Garz8ZG4oHk/s320/12.3.10+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500438609930438690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-1340962579429774628?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1340962579429774628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=1340962579429774628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1340962579429774628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1340962579429774628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-its-return-of-honeypot-d-joey.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04640681839149765751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvZwINTP0hw/TFV7xe2_SCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Garz8ZG4oHk/s72-c/12.3.10+%284%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-2750735879958161627</id><published>2010-07-13T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T01:42:12.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="460" height="298"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i7Y9cYmv-og&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;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/i7Y9cYmv-og&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="298"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casillas' way of thanking his girlfriend (who so happens to be the fifa world cup reporter). It's &lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt; so cute I'm gonna dieeeee. &lt;blockquote&gt;Cas: I wanna thank all the people who supported me... my parents, my brother and... {longgg shy silence}&lt;br /&gt;Sara: Its okay, let's talk about your match.&lt;br /&gt;Cas: ... and you {hot smack kiss}&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Flockie don't emo over this okay. At least you have me (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-2750735879958161627?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2750735879958161627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=2750735879958161627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2750735879958161627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2750735879958161627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/casillas-way-of-thanking-his-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-7749496698565980041</id><published>2010-07-11T14:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:36:40.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lahm (injured), Podolski and Klose didn't play. AT ALL. What kind of game was that. It could have been like 9:0 hello. Deny my Klose his chance of beating world record. He looked so sad at the 88th minute when they filmed him ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALS! SPAIN VS HOLLAND (I almost typed Germany wth I'm living in the past).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pissed at Paul for the last prediction. Takopachi buffet anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND H. for not giving us a holiday. But Marios can't be eaten sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so breezy (with a subtle aroma of chicken wings from don't know where). And I suddenly miss my Flockie alot. I want to go back to sec 4 and study with Flockie everyday and eat meesua with an extra egg and drink Doraemon yogurts and draw on each other's desks and buy each other presents and fangirl over dbsk and write ffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-7749496698565980041?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7749496698565980041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=7749496698565980041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7749496698565980041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7749496698565980041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/lahm-injured-podolski-and-klose-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-5077200015740725003</id><published>2010-07-10T14:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T18:56:54.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE BETRAYERRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDgTQ420-MI/AAAAAAAABvg/AMgSKOtfqaY/s1600/asd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492160926439504066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDgTQ420-MI/AAAAAAAABvg/AMgSKOtfqaY/s400/asd.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOKER YOU ARE ON THE WRONG BOX?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super unfaithful too. I'm starting to think that Casillas is cute hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school's lessons start at 0900 on Monday "so that students have more time to rest after watching the World Cup final in the morning" whereas "lessons in the college section will be carried out as usual" after the request made by the College Council has been turned down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY how the younger kids deserve more rest than the older ones, who have just finished two freaking weeks of block tests and will hardly have ANY MORE breaks in time to come for A levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and "World Cup final is not a valid reason for the cancellation of lessons", what kind of contradictory rubbish is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, I wonder what ri thinks of that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suddenly very turned off by Singapore's education system. We are trading progress for lives (literally and figuratively). Maybe it was reading &lt;a href="http://swimrawks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heeai's blog&lt;/a&gt;. Or the &lt;a href="http://sg.yfittopostblog.com/2010/07/05/are-students-over-burdened-with-schoolwork/"&gt;post linked from her blog&lt;/a&gt;. Or the &lt;a href="http://sg.yfittopostblog.com/2010/07/09/two-jc-girls-in-suicide-tragedy/"&gt;news article&lt;/a&gt; about the two PJC girls who attempted what I almost contemplated a few days ago - kidding, I was pmsing a lot though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought it was just hc. How the school ought to reflect on the number of students leaving home just to study abroad. But now it appears that it has officially become nationwide that Singapore's societal expectations are coming onto students way too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children grow up learning that the key to life is happiness. Ironically they are not taught to live that way. So what if a kid graduates from Ivy Leagues/Oxbridge and one day be a top-level excutive. You mean it was worth those earlier years sacrificed - what other children spent doing things children should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above everything, I hope my children will never be put to go through what his mother's generation is suffering from right now. I would eat ice cream with my son every day and take him to the parks, RATHER THAN put needles on his bed and make him mug chemistry 24/7 (refer to &lt;a href="http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/chem-paper-3-was-destruction.html"&gt;post June 27&lt;/a&gt;) just so that in the far far future he would finally be an Oxbridge graduate, become a rich man, AND also forget how to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End muse/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD I PON TUITION TO GO FOR A 100 DOLLAR TREAT. SHOULD I. SHOULD I!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Sigh angel can't you give me the 100 dollars in an angpow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-5077200015740725003?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5077200015740725003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=5077200015740725003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5077200015740725003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5077200015740725003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/betrayerrrrr-joker-you-are-on-wrong-box.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDgTQ420-MI/AAAAAAAABvg/AMgSKOtfqaY/s72-c/asd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-2112000176699034702</id><published>2010-07-07T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:04:35.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. I'm alive. Blocks did not take my life {gasps}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Jiaren outing tomorrowww!! LETS WATCH TOY STORY 3 AGAIN YES? YES. OMGGG SO EXCITINGGGG {gasps}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. GERMANY vs spain in omg omg omg {gasps and chokes and faints, note to self: set alarm clock before fainting. cannot. miss. one. second. of. Klose. on. tv.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3905826507436705261-2112000176699034702?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2112000176699034702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=2112000176699034702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2112000176699034702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2112000176699034702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-136051813873008316</id><published>2010-07-04T00:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:09:37.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GERMANY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDAvcvr4llI/AAAAAAAABuo/k2N98cJszUA/s1600/1267298_FULL-LND.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489940116648007250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDAvcvr4llI/AAAAAAAABuo/k2N98cJszUA/s400/1267298_FULL-LND.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Klose is on his way to smash Ronaldo's record goal tally~~&lt;blockquote&gt;"I don't know whether I am going to pass Ronaldo's record, and I don't really care," he said. "I didn't think about the record beforehand. I just wanted to win the game. I am more interested in what we do as a team. If we end this tournament winning the World Cup that would be far more important than any goals I score."&lt;/blockquote&gt;See? Boyfriend says its all about teamwork, JUST LIKE IN TOY STORY 3 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toys would never have made it out of Sunnyside Daycare if they hadn't work together! And it didn't matter if Woody followed Andy to college or not. ALL THAT WAS IMPORTANT, WAS THAT THEY STAYED TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS A TEAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- heroic anthem plays with flag swaying in background -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDAvbtkqv8I/AAAAAAAABuY/yVV-i4slSOQ/s1600/singapore_flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489940098901000130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDAvbtkqv8I/AAAAAAAABuY/yVV-i4slSOQ/s400/singapore_flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben ren is true &lt;s&gt;blue&lt;/s&gt; red and white Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TC9l0F5T1dI/AAAAAAAABuI/SY6GCO2J9qI/s1600/Miroslav_Klose_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489718416398079442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TC9l0F5T1dI/AAAAAAAABuI/SY6GCO2J9qI/s400/Miroslav_Klose_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TC9lz6UiRbI/AAAAAAAABuA/P8Hag_VqAvI/s1600/E5B211F2F34339ED657D8F4B6BF4D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489718413291046322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TC9lz6UiRbI/AAAAAAAABuA/P8Hag_VqAvI/s400/E5B211F2F34339ED657D8F4B6BF4D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cuteeee omgggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDA3NDg68DI/AAAAAAAABuw/9BOvi2Kh6iE/s1600/Miroslav_Klose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489948643185848370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDA3NDg68DI/AAAAAAAABuw/9BOvi2Kh6iE/s400/Miroslav_Klose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs of age but handsome nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to save money to buy Klose as my husband! If I save one dollar everyday, it'll take me 96000 years to reach my goal. Come on Joey you can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. I always have a backup plan (in case I die before I reach 96 018 years old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDA7A_2vUzI/AAAAAAAABvA/yxbSC3Dev1Q/s1600/tumblr_kxfvvzr3hm1qzep7ho1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489952834091701042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDA7A_2vUzI/AAAAAAAABvA/yxbSC3Dev1Q/s400/tumblr_kxfvvzr3hm1qzep7ho1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it normal that my backup appeals to me more than my main goal?&lt;br /&gt;No I did not google for his nipple. Somebody (flockie?) sent me this and she has good taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only a pervert when it comes to Ella okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDA7ARvhM9I/AAAAAAAABu4/TvZCzQydPHo/s1600/ad61febec248d0_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489952821713384402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDA7ARvhM9I/AAAAAAAABu4/TvZCzQydPHo/s400/ad61febec248d0_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamamia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDA7BJUyy_I/AAAAAAAABvI/yEVq0kJjpFU/s1600/toystoryyy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489952836633676786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDA7BJUyy_I/AAAAAAAABvI/yEVq0kJjpFU/s400/toystoryyy.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah lor whats this doing in my backup plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDA7CC530KI/AAAAAAAABvY/UEZyW_rsx74/s1600/toystory.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489952852090015906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDA7CC530KI/AAAAAAAABvY/UEZyW_rsx74/s400/toystory.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very worst, if Mrs Potato Head elopes with Muscular-Grasshopper-With-Red-Underwear, I will take Spud lor. See if not he so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDA7BqCEwcI/AAAAAAAABvQ/Vd3aTEzUbWA/s1600/toystoryy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489952845413532098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDA7BqCEwcI/AAAAAAAABvQ/Vd3aTEzUbWA/s400/toystoryy.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo credits: Fifa, Flickr, etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-136051813873008316?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/136051813873008316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=136051813873008316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/136051813873008316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/136051813873008316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/germany-and-klose-is-on-his-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TDAvcvr4llI/AAAAAAAABuo/k2N98cJszUA/s72-c/1267298_FULL-LND.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-8768289151945329255</id><published>2010-07-03T17:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T17:42:36.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTH GHANA SHOULD HAVE WON. I hope Holland owns Urugray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TC8Fb0yFPvI/AAAAAAAABt4/2EGZpxHrLek/s1600/tumblr_l4egu4HvZD1qzes0ao1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TC8Fb0yFPvI/AAAAAAAABt4/2EGZpxHrLek/s400/tumblr_l4egu4HvZD1qzes0ao1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489612446371233522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-8768289151945329255?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8768289151945329255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=8768289151945329255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8768289151945329255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8768289151945329255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/wth-ghana-should-have-won.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TC8Fb0yFPvI/AAAAAAAABt4/2EGZpxHrLek/s72-c/tumblr_l4egu4HvZD1qzes0ao1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-2316753107085597780</id><published>2010-06-27T21:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T17:17:57.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chem paper 3 was a destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUS I have decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Timetable for Saturday/Sunday/Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0300&lt;/strong&gt;: Wake and wash up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0302&lt;/strong&gt; (Shut up yes I can bathe in 2 minutes): Eat two redondo wafer sticks for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0303&lt;/strong&gt;: Mug chem balancing on needles stuck to my chair, so the moment I slack I will suffer from pinholes in my butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2357&lt;/strong&gt;: Stop mugging and eat another two wafer sticks in place for all missed meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2358&lt;/strong&gt;: Face a wall and reflect why I did so badly for paper 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2359&lt;/strong&gt;: Pray that I do better for paper 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2400&lt;/strong&gt;: Sleep and dream of Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I will at least pass paper 1 with my mug-for-20-hours-and-54-minutes plan. In fact, the needle idea is so good I have decided to stick them all over my bed and my door knob as well so that I will not attempt to take never-waking-naps or escape from my cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be handing in a 20 word reflective essay to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my screen, this is how my blog looks using ie; very disgustingly misaligned :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TCdWOOyRddI/AAAAAAAABtw/DncJ8FFX1xc/s1600/screenshot.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487449473461351890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TCdWOOyRddI/AAAAAAAABtw/DncJ8FFX1xc/s400/screenshot.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how its supposed to look/ and it looks like that on firefox/google chrome/other servers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TCdWNOKb90I/AAAAAAAABto/8HCI5KINjRE/s1600/screenshot2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487449456114399042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TCdWNOKb90I/AAAAAAAABto/8HCI5KINjRE/s400/screenshot2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shingz you ie please learn to follow good examples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON A FINALLY HAPPIER NOTE, MY DADDY'S BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a second happy note, look who I found on cursormaniaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TCdWMaLK-ZI/AAAAAAAABtg/kLPweaVX0DA/s1600/screenshot3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487449442158836114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TCdWMaLK-ZI/AAAAAAAABtg/kLPweaVX0DA/s400/screenshot3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its.... MR AND MRS POTATO HEADDDDDD! Sigh why didn't they include the Squeese Toy Aliens LGM. It would have been a family reunion! - Post Toy Story Obsession Trauma (PTSOT)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-2316753107085597780?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2316753107085597780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=2316753107085597780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2316753107085597780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2316753107085597780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/chem-paper-3-was-destruction.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TCdWOOyRddI/AAAAAAAABtw/DncJ8FFX1xc/s72-c/screenshot.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-2358972198498078997</id><published>2010-06-24T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T03:53:53.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Canto alert&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got good stuff so must share - what do you expect, I'm like kinder than carebear. This video is a short clip from Beyond the Realm of Conscience. It was on the first episode. Children act so well these days. How many xiao girls out there know how to sing so mournfully while choking back on tears omg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="298"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XTIeRTK0QZY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XTIeRTK0QZY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="298"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="298"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oLWixjwrGes&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oLWixjwrGes&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="298"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay there's been alot of confusion over this music video. The blind little girl falls in love with this little boy she meets at the hospital, whom so happens to be sick and is waiting to undergo surgery. Apparently, something went wrong during the surgery and she grows up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my Raymond baby is a ghost in here -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy story 3 was finger and toe licking hot!! I love Pixar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0348 I'm still hthting with my LOVEFLOCKJO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-2358972198498078997?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2358972198498078997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=2358972198498078997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2358972198498078997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2358972198498078997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/canto-alert-got-good-stuff-so-must.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-4879272381454310087</id><published>2010-06-15T01:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:02:40.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Bieber fever right on&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's only three!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="160" height="98"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKEQwvaYI_k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKEQwvaYI_k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="298"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fever, get well soon Flockie (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-4879272381454310087?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4879272381454310087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=4879272381454310087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/4879272381454310087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/4879272381454310087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-8750705453924957329</id><published>2010-06-13T23:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T01:37:16.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Installation'10&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewer discretion is adviced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w49.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw49.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Ff277%2Fpurpleviolin20%2F4bd6c3a7.pbw" height="360" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Credits to Zihui, Jo and Cherngyew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-8750705453924957329?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8750705453924957329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=8750705453924957329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8750705453924957329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8750705453924957329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/installation10.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-3268520970098241001</id><published>2010-06-11T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T00:18:40.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, about few minutes past one (apparently my morning goes on until 3pm), I had to go down to the bookshop to get some printing done. There, I met the sales girl... err aunty, who was on the phone with, I assume, her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My son is going to resort world! To meet his boss to &lt;em&gt;discuss about&lt;/em&gt; the new project...&lt;/blockquote&gt;Inside I was cringing so badly and cramping all over I could collapse to the floor in a lumpy heap. 'Discuss about' is not one of my favourite combinations. You might as well add sugar to my sugar cane juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long long ago, somebody predicted an increasing trend in human indolence and invented the English vocabulary in such a way that “discuss” has “about” built in already. Like a sofa bed does double duty as a sofa and bed, when it's bedtime, all you have to do is pull out and extend. Don’t be a genius and put a mattress on top of it, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red colour – which poor soul on the face of this glorious planet above the age of ten months doesn’t know that red is a colour? Maybe you're translating it from 红色. In that case, don’t say “saliva”, say “mouth water” -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply Back – as opposed to reply front? Reply sideways? Reply while suspended upside down from a tree? A reply already gives back to the asker an answer, if you reply back you’re…replying to... the person looking at your butt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irregardless – who invented this one?! “Less” is already a negative. Putting the “ir” in front just turns the word into a double negative. You can have double scoops of ice cream, I’m doubling over in pain, but please don’t draw legs on the snake, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done gripping. I’m going out irregardless of the weather, because I have my red colour umbrella, and I'm meeting my friend to discuss about why her boss didn’t reply back her email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-3268520970098241001?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3268520970098241001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=3268520970098241001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/3268520970098241001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/3268520970098241001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/yesterday-morning-about-few-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-1470255746121021952</id><published>2010-06-09T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:21:17.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1DMSFtRstK0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1DMSFtRstK0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad but so beautiful. My S.H.E as judges somemore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-1470255746121021952?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1470255746121021952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=1470255746121021952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1470255746121021952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1470255746121021952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-sad-but-so-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-6260355936120113377</id><published>2010-06-03T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T16:07:23.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;{While complaining to honeypot about some bully}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ks says:&lt;br /&gt;he's openly declaring war with me can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey says:&lt;br /&gt;huh if yall war i think he'll win leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ks says:&lt;br /&gt;whyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey says:&lt;br /&gt;he looks violent and heartless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ks says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beneath my cute exterior&lt;/strong&gt; is a joey protecting machine okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ks says:&lt;br /&gt;whoever bullies joey activates it&lt;/blockquote&gt;Cute exterior somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my iPhoneeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Some dirty black sheep took it and is not returning it to moi ): Stupid baabaa I hope you lose all your wool and get lost in somebody's nightmare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-6260355936120113377?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6260355936120113377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=6260355936120113377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6260355936120113377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6260355936120113377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/while-complaining-to-honeypot-about.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-6343245991132904377</id><published>2010-05-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:00:04.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;POT&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TAERAHt-h0I/AAAAAAAABtY/pmkREgOJCRk/s1600/085b7277.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476677315628795714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TAERAHt-h0I/AAAAAAAABtY/pmkREgOJCRk/s400/085b7277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fig 1.1. Property of Joey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so cute, don't let girls flock you and maybe I'll start to love you more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're eighteen we're eighteen we're eighteen we're eighteen we're eighteen omgggggggggg!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-6343245991132904377?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6343245991132904377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=6343245991132904377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6343245991132904377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/6343245991132904377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-honey-pot-fig-1.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/TAERAHt-h0I/AAAAAAAABtY/pmkREgOJCRk/s72-c/085b7277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-1368344037821618888</id><published>2010-03-28T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:12:10.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S68maVZLEJI/AAAAAAAABmE/RnZVaHTcBaA/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453619907630141586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S68maVZLEJI/AAAAAAAABmE/RnZVaHTcBaA/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S68mZwlPQGI/AAAAAAAABl8/8eh-XefzSR8/s1600/f40abd06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453619897748635746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S68mZwlPQGI/AAAAAAAABl8/8eh-XefzSR8/s400/f40abd06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know they say flowers appear around pretty girls even in the barest grassland possible. AHEM (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I wanna recommend my tution teacher. Young, pretty and specialised in every subject. So its like you learn and get free eye candy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hottest topic in town: XIAOHAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S68mZGodqdI/AAAAAAAABls/BsTgjOsCMqk/s1600/9b6aaed0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453619886487874002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S68mZGodqdI/AAAAAAAABls/BsTgjOsCMqk/s400/9b6aaed0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her advertorial poster is kind of like everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S68mZo_-x-I/AAAAAAAABl0/t1ctcAMirpY/s1600/773509c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453619895713318882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S68mZo_-x-I/AAAAAAAABl0/t1ctcAMirpY/s400/773509c5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, to contact her, call 9876 5432.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahha I was really too bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photofunia.com/"&gt;Photofunia.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-1368344037821618888?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1368344037821618888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=1368344037821618888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1368344037821618888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1368344037821618888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/03/love.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S68maVZLEJI/AAAAAAAABmE/RnZVaHTcBaA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-8173086941214373249</id><published>2010-03-28T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T01:09:49.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S641mcjdmcI/AAAAAAAABlc/BCO3AlhMRro/s1600/0b362b9c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453355133408483778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S641mcjdmcI/AAAAAAAABlc/BCO3AlhMRro/s400/0b362b9c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my hearttt~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S641lmg6f1I/AAAAAAAABlU/Zpyr0EzQ66E/s1600/3bac683d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453355118902280018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S641lmg6f1I/AAAAAAAABlU/Zpyr0EzQ66E/s400/3bac683d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really want D:&lt;br /&gt;NO. Save money. I'm frugal and virtuous. Save money.&lt;br /&gt;@(!*#&amp;amp;)!@*$ Shingz to virtuous lah it's S.H.E ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S641lHPegAI/AAAAAAAABlM/UY3eY7AUNX0/s1600/d3407fd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453355110507642882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S641lHPegAI/AAAAAAAABlM/UY3eY7AUNX0/s400/d3407fd4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A purple cover.&lt;br /&gt;SAVE. MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE THE FIRST COVER BECAUSE ELLA LOOKS GORGEOUS AND THAT WHITE FUR COSTUME IS PRETTYYY (not because there's a hole at the back of Ella's dress, really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent like nearly an hour in CD Rama listening to the album on speakers. Love the salesgirl because she left the disc on loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Gay decided to take the same file as me. Oh thanks Gay for sponsoring all my expenses today! I should have just added the SHE album into the cart! I'll return you the extra four bucks though, ITS REALLY MEANT TO RETURN TO MY BROTHER LAH ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay's madness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S641kGmjtaI/AAAAAAAABlE/YjD6jKJk6KU/s1600/e4642d22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453355093156148642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S641kGmjtaI/AAAAAAAABlE/YjD6jKJk6KU/s400/e4642d22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left, carrot juice, celery juice, watermelon juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S641jdL1q4I/AAAAAAAABk8/PwnxFSi3hDM/s1600/cdb7177a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453355082038225794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S641jdL1q4I/AAAAAAAABk8/PwnxFSi3hDM/s400/cdb7177a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished them all by himself. Well done boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Charis took the train with me home and I left house again to watch Confucious (spelling?) with my family. Up till now, I see no significance in Zhouxun's appearance in the whole show. Aesthetics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple should reflect. Basic functions like auto-reject have been excluded from the multi-purposeful iPhone. And what's with the lack of modes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-8173086941214373249?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8173086941214373249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=8173086941214373249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8173086941214373249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8173086941214373249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-my-hearttt-i-really-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S641mcjdmcI/AAAAAAAABlc/BCO3AlhMRro/s72-c/0b362b9c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-2042922159307121383</id><published>2010-03-27T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:08:48.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in popular standing outside CD Rama going crazy because they're playing SHERO!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descipable me has even shamlessly taken photos of the new album and has decided to be nice enough to share them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay apparently there isn't a function good enough for me to upload photos from my iPhone. I'll do that when I go home then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Annie has taken 20 minutes on the 5th level choosing a ring file for himself. Some people are just so gay. I'll now go up and convince him to take the same one as mine. Byebye world~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-2042922159307121383?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2042922159307121383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=2042922159307121383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2042922159307121383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2042922159307121383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-in-popular-standing-outside-cd-rama.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-5617176502421611049</id><published>2010-03-14T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T02:45:22.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am bored and hungry and sick of words on hard copy, especially those involving International Trade because they make me feel like I've some sort of reading disorder (Dyslexia; DRD) and that I will suffer from mental retardation if I go pass the first page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musical today was pretty good. At least I enjoyed it. Even got to see Orlando Bloom ('s photo) hahaha. And my Mineko was so awesome sigh. Even though the day was ruined because somebody decided to turn on my bunsen burner until I reached boiling point. IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE RESPONSIBLE THEN DON'T FREAKING PROMISE HER IN THE FIRST PLACE. If your cheek is cold, my palm is VERY willing to warm it up for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Family day 140310&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family day has been postponed for weeks because I was too sick to leave house and family isn't family without -AHEM- me, aka most obedient daughter plus bestest sister in the world (no, seriously, I asked Kevin once and he said he wouldn't have wanted another sister. Pun unintended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last evening, halfway while watching E.T on HBO, my mom had a sudden craving for curry fish head. Oh yeah she's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey: I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Mum (to my dad): Joey's hungry! Let's go for some curry fish head!&lt;br /&gt;[Funny. I can't even take curry -.-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So admist being tormented by the whole family's whinings about wanting to see the alien revive sunflowers with one finger, my mom managed to drag all of us into the car. And we headed to Avenue eight for mummy's fish head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50YZW2IsQI/AAAAAAAABkU/TyS31F9himU/s1600-h/c9d03f18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448537948096606466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50YZW2IsQI/AAAAAAAABkU/TyS31F9himU/s400/c9d03f18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menu of the day:&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable&lt;br /&gt;- Vegatable&lt;br /&gt;- Tofu&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;Curry fish head&lt;/s&gt; (banned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE WHY I RATHER STAY HOME TO WATCH E.T!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50YY4cAr9I/AAAAAAAABkM/e9A1tAw3mAU/s1600-h/3a763ee6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448537939933966290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50YY4cAr9I/AAAAAAAABkM/e9A1tAw3mAU/s400/3a763ee6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought ice cream soda went extinct!! Omg loves.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway my brother watched me take the above photo and exclaimed at my lack of artistic appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's his take on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50YYXVt6bI/AAAAAAAABkE/RyqdOhqAuFo/s1600-h/a7dcda7c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448537931049200050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50YYXVt6bI/AAAAAAAABkE/RyqdOhqAuFo/s400/a7dcda7c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Blur photo, cannot even see the name of the drink, got my sexy finger in the background, somemorre spot the tissue paper I used to kill some ant. Artistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal, we started walking around until we saw these ufo catchers. My mom then excitedly took out a dollar and headed towards one of the machines. So obviously, frugal and virtuous Joey was against wasting money on such cheater machines and tried talking her mummy out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50YYHjVYII/AAAAAAAABj8/P2Cq83AGfzw/s1600-h/7d24296a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448537926811345026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50YYHjVYII/AAAAAAAABj8/P2Cq83AGfzw/s400/7d24296a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell her. I really tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50YXlAlzDI/AAAAAAAABj0/Okezr1Znqfo/s1600-h/07b8039a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448537917538815026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50YXlAlzDI/AAAAAAAABj0/Okezr1Znqfo/s400/07b8039a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright sometimes maybe I shouldn't try so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50kZKAxNCI/AAAAAAAABk0/7mPx6SudRSQ/s1600-h/e6f9b048-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448551138791076898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50kZKAxNCI/AAAAAAAABk0/7mPx6SudRSQ/s400/e6f9b048-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE LAH, YOU GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50eT87d0yI/AAAAAAAABks/gmHOBKydxIA/s1600-h/828f0c30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448544452310061858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50eT87d0yI/AAAAAAAABks/gmHOBKydxIA/s400/828f0c30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters unite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50eTgUli9I/AAAAAAAABkk/spJzKgu30F4/s1600-h/d4a4b582-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448544444630797266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50eTgUli9I/AAAAAAAABkk/spJzKgu30F4/s400/d4a4b582-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise we're real stupid taking a photo against light. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50eTWr_AUI/AAAAAAAABkc/yanZ4NCuAL4/s1600-h/954cb682-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448544442044580162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50eTWr_AUI/AAAAAAAABkc/yanZ4NCuAL4/s400/954cb682-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Honeypot how I think his sideview is handsome -because he has a nice nose (to me lah) and super long eyelashes and I like his jawline (though you can't really see it in this picture)... ahem and I'll stop here- and so I took this picture to point it out to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I made him hide in the toilet for twenty minutes today hahaha (inside story don't ask why). And to make things less awkward for himself, he apparently attempted to busy himself by pretending to wash up at a basin for a whole twenty minutes. The other passengers (? -err the other people peeing) must be thinking this poor boy no bathroom at home but must bathe at public toilet's basin. Ironically poor boy was wearing branded today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway sorry Honeypot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and hi Chloe, if you're reading this hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flockie made me real happy yesterday because she asked if I wanted to watch SHE's concert with her. It sounded so unbelievable. My best friend asking me if I wanted to watch my favourite idol's concert with her. Like the world is beautiful, flowers are blooming, ponies are flying, rainbows are everywhere and I was dancing on a cloud. She even found a seller on eBay and all that was left was retrieving the tickets tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today the world came crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Flockie ): Maybe there's still a chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-5617176502421611049?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5617176502421611049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=5617176502421611049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5617176502421611049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5617176502421611049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-bored-and-hungry-and-sick-of-words.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S50YZW2IsQI/AAAAAAAABkU/TyS31F9himU/s72-c/c9d03f18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-7639839331567105377</id><published>2010-02-27T22:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:32:46.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S4keiC0CXMI/AAAAAAAABjs/hFYEVQ5ZTsM/s1600-h/c4263452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442915194873470146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S4keiC0CXMI/AAAAAAAABjs/hFYEVQ5ZTsM/s400/c4263452.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New average again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the 'Joeyz' was purely due to excitement thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid broadie was whining about the lack of hearts in the earlier post.&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;All for you, happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that I am surrounded by whiny people,&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;two rows, as asked by Honeypot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I never knew these tiny black hearts were so hot in demand -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo is still my number one ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-7639839331567105377?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7639839331567105377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=7639839331567105377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7639839331567105377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/7639839331567105377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-average-again-and-joeyz-was-purely.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S4keiC0CXMI/AAAAAAAABjs/hFYEVQ5ZTsM/s72-c/c4263452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-3196015270901130182</id><published>2010-02-27T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T21:19:11.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flockie ♥♥♥ Thanks for scanning those stuffs for me! I love you hdhdhdhhdhd!!! You don't jinx me by the way, don't listen to Zihui she's just jealous hahahaha. Omg look you have the most hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot ♥♥ Yes I know I love you too. Look, just one less heart than Jo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broadie ♥ Hahahaha I recieveddddd the flowersssss~~~ I knew you wouldn't be so mean to give me a white chrysanthemum wreath! Your password is too long btw I hate it. Let me meet my godsonnnnn youuuuu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuding ♥ You disgusting snoopy stop telling people about me. And thanks for your a-sunflower-a-day haha! My mom hates you though, she has to water the flowers and she thinks you're turning my house into a florist shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister ♥ I'm really fine don't worry (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara ♥ Thanks for keeping and mailing me my homework! Please continue to be nice to me thank you very much. AND NO I'M NOT DYING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-3196015270901130182?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3196015270901130182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=3196015270901130182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/3196015270901130182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/3196015270901130182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/flockie-thanks-for-scanning-those.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-1718651476856055195</id><published>2010-02-21T21:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T01:38:51.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello its honeypot here, and this post is dedicated to my beloved sugarbun, shouting out my overwhelming love for her to the whole world (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear joey is damn wonderful can, she stood by my side in times of desperation and tide me through thick and thin!! You have no idea how much i miss her today, and i bet everyone does too, cuz poor joey is sick and isnt attending school for a few days ): But its okay! Cuz we all know that my baby is damn strong and will recover quickly to see her beloved honeypot everyday again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our one year anniversary is coming real soon! Me, being a loving boyfriend, have of course made preparations already (: My poor joey can't go prawning for now cuz she's can't take prawns amongst alot of other stuff, but its okay. Yup you guessed right, her boyfriend is smart and adaptable, so there can always be change of plans (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i shant leak any information out about it, lest joey begins to interrogate me when she gets overly excited about it, so i shall end the post with a nice photo that we took quite some time ago last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvZwINTP0hw/S4ExGYr7leI/AAAAAAAAACY/wzXBVlopfhE/s1600-h/17.9.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440683810615956962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvZwINTP0hw/S4ExGYr7leI/AAAAAAAAACY/wzXBVlopfhE/s320/17.9.09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i think i look kinda fat in the photo, i still like it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever and a day! I love my sugarbun (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-1718651476856055195?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1718651476856055195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=1718651476856055195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1718651476856055195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1718651476856055195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-its-honeypot-here-and-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04640681839149765751</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvZwINTP0hw/S4ExGYr7leI/AAAAAAAAACY/wzXBVlopfhE/s72-c/17.9.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-4599270582186464437</id><published>2010-02-19T18:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T19:44:01.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM CURRENTLY MAD PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FREAKING BOUGHT A CLIPBOARD FOR MY PUPPY BY ACCIDENT. WHAT THE SHINGZ. A CLIPBOARD?! CAN YOU PLEASE. IT WAS LIKE 2000 PUPPY BUCKS OR SOMETHING. MY BLOOD EARNED MONEY ON A STUPID CLIPBOARD,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- MEANT FOR POLITICIANS?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35lFZ4X6PI/AAAAAAAABhk/hWZq0AUv5s8/s1600-h/ba04a36e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439896543431223538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35lFZ4X6PI/AAAAAAAABhk/hWZq0AUv5s8/s400/ba04a36e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35lQh0_hNI/AAAAAAAABiE/vPx33WLKi2Q/s1600-h/234e4ef9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439896734543086802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35lQh0_hNI/AAAAAAAABiE/vPx33WLKi2Q/s400/234e4ef9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby, as you can see, is obviously a celebrity. WHY THE HELL WILL HE NEED A POLICIAN CLIPBOARD TO GATHER SIGNATURES FOR? IF NEED BE PEOPLE WILL ASK FOR HIS AUTOGRAPH HELLO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#$*(*&amp;amp;$#@!@#&amp;amp;*(*&amp;amp;^%$#@#$%^&amp;amp;*(*&amp;amp;^%$#@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35kabPNikI/AAAAAAAABg0/mdugOKhDqcw/s1600-h/13808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439895805061073474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35kabPNikI/AAAAAAAABg0/mdugOKhDqcw/s400/13808.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Ella to calm my nerves. So beautiful sigh. Makes me feel like sitting in the balcony drinking hot english tea while looking at this photo against the beautiful sunset, listening to &lt;s&gt;her voice&lt;/s&gt; an SHE album all day long... and maybe bring along a pair of scissors to crop Jerry's cute face away and replace it with my own's hahahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am perfectly normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the puppy, let me introduce.... LOUIS, named after my future son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35lE_dYAfI/AAAAAAAABhc/d64MV0kvXok/s1600-h/bd2d75f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439896536338661874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35lE_dYAfI/AAAAAAAABhc/d64MV0kvXok/s400/bd2d75f0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director initially wanted Louis to star in Bolt but they didn't offer a good price so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm this poor (325 puppy bucks) THANKS TO THAT STUPID CLIPBOARD. I was already mourning over the fact that I just spent 9000 bucks on this music score for Louis's musical, AND THEN I HAD TO CLICK ON THIS STUPID CLIPBOARD TO FURTHER DRAIN MY WALLET. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35lRHIEinI/AAAAAAAABiM/pYhJu69Uflo/s1600-h/94e8ce86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439896744555219570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35lRHIEinI/AAAAAAAABiM/pYhJu69Uflo/s400/94e8ce86.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BABY JUMPING OVER A BALL. And he has a nice butt yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been unwell and excused for school these two days. There's nothing I can do at home but ahem study ahem, help my mom around the house, play with Louis and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat high scores hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0464e4f1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 265px; HEIGHT: 398px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/0464e4f1.jpg" width="248" height="364" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;301 omggg. My average up to yesterday was a 264. How on earth did I get a 301?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1a1a0e14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 406px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/1a1a0e14.jpg" width="228" height="389" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem I'm supposed to be on the WORLD LEADERBOARD (:&lt;br /&gt;I seriously improved. My new average: 285&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35w0w9K6UI/AAAAAAAABiU/QutMz6vjx04/s1600-h/80917bd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439909451707115842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35w0w9K6UI/AAAAAAAABiU/QutMz6vjx04/s400/80917bd3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZIHUI THIS IS FOR YOU. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Never expected me to beat you again huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from the second day of cny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35lGDiv1oI/AAAAAAAABh0/Diqmmf2pqm0/s1600-h/8516afdb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439896554614806146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35lGDiv1oI/AAAAAAAABh0/Diqmmf2pqm0/s400/8516afdb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was all White Horse Prince Charming that day, dressed in white and beige with dyed spiky hair (no, seriously) and sunshades. Whoo daddy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35lGk3RV9I/AAAAAAAABh8/DBQn7suxGsk/s1600-h/a01e1665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439896563559258066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35lGk3RV9I/AAAAAAAABh8/DBQn7suxGsk/s400/a01e1665.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son, my brother, on the contrary, was all black. And that's him on Monster Kill. I suck at that game (Jo sucks more - can't draw lightning strokes properly, Clara is worst ever - this girl tried shading the monsters -.- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey + Kevin's cam whoring session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35kbo6UigI/AAAAAAAABhM/31qHP6_Eunk/s1600-h/7c4cbff7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439895825911417346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35kbo6UigI/AAAAAAAABhM/31qHP6_Eunk/s400/7c4cbff7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35kbDWVcqI/AAAAAAAABhE/9EjXCay7424/s1600-h/f46c14ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439895815828370082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35kbDWVcqI/AAAAAAAABhE/9EjXCay7424/s400/f46c14ad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35kbz_z9SI/AAAAAAAABhU/gGqTNt9nRgw/s1600-h/8496e9ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439895828887237922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35kbz_z9SI/AAAAAAAABhU/gGqTNt9nRgw/s400/8496e9ff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A less scary but unfortunately blur photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35kayG0y4I/AAAAAAAABg8/9D-m85a_0qM/s1600-h/e2bad150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439895811199912834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35kayG0y4I/AAAAAAAABg8/9D-m85a_0qM/s400/e2bad150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me *makes peace sign*: Two~&lt;br /&gt;Brother: That's a one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No it's a two.&lt;br /&gt;Brother: It's a one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stretches index and middle fingers furthest apart*: IT'S A TWO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-4599270582186464437?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4599270582186464437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=4599270582186464437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/4599270582186464437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/4599270582186464437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S35lFZ4X6PI/AAAAAAAABhk/hWZq0AUv5s8/s72-c/ba04a36e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-5444030799874141024</id><published>2010-02-16T01:29:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:07:15.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY (belated) CNY + VALENTINES EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 0337 in the morning and I just reached home so this is just a quick photo spam before I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FLOCKIE DATE!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo (slow): I just heard about this f21 in somerset that's four storeys!&lt;br /&gt;Joey (even slower - hasn't even heard about it): Seriously?! Let's go there today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mGC23mKYI/AAAAAAAABeE/bvLC7-2UkLw/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438525408673147266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mGC23mKYI/AAAAAAAABeE/bvLC7-2UkLw/s400/IMG_0042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mHMqn_lfI/AAAAAAAABes/_R2yQm3V6NI/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438526676696798706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mHMqn_lfI/AAAAAAAABes/_R2yQm3V6NI/s400/IMG_0043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mHMDbvHqI/AAAAAAAABek/xU0Rdrmt1VI/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438526666176405154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mHMDbvHqI/AAAAAAAABek/xU0Rdrmt1VI/s400/IMG_0044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our reflection by the armpit of a shiny mannequin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mHLMYVstI/AAAAAAAABeU/SFJ0BrwFm7w/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438526651398206162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mHLMYVstI/AAAAAAAABeU/SFJ0BrwFm7w/s400/IMG_0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo's treat to Coldrock ice cream! Fererro + vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mHKm3BqSI/AAAAAAAABeM/kQ-J0gJnvD8/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438526641326369058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mHKm3BqSI/AAAAAAAABeM/kQ-J0gJnvD8/s400/IMG_0052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLOCKS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN.M + VALENTINES = PRAWNING&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mWCNDLMyI/AAAAAAAABfM/NR2kWkIv5x8/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438542989633467170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mWCNDLMyI/AAAAAAAABfM/NR2kWkIv5x8/s400/IMG_0085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITTTSSSS......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mWCZKQEwI/AAAAAAAABfU/EkyPQs_RYnc/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438542992884372226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mWCZKQEwI/AAAAAAAABfU/EkyPQs_RYnc/s400/IMG_0080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(early) VALENTINESSSS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;... and CNY celebrations and POP 2010 and eleven months (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mWBDI2wlI/AAAAAAAABe8/WX49r-W1Gv4/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438542969793069650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mWBDI2wlI/AAAAAAAABe8/WX49r-W1Gv4/s400/IMG_0090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Honeypot looks like he isn't very excited about it... Oh well, you know they say, looks are deceiving. In this case, don't trust your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mWBjWTLKI/AAAAAAAABfE/6mq9y99qIww/s1600-h/IMG_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438542978439392418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mWBjWTLKI/AAAAAAAABfE/6mq9y99qIww/s400/IMG_0086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His captain then bestowed &lt;s&gt;him&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; us with this. Thanks Cap!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's still intact in my backpack........ if it's in my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot, in his attempt to romantify the day, well planned to bring me out after school. So it was all going well as a nice surprise until he realized he'd lost his way. We ended up walking like four or five bus stops along Marymount road under the majestic sun, following the lead of this helpful woman. Admidst hallucinating Junsu arriving in a ferarri to drive me away, between which I already found out where we were going because Honeypot had to ask for directions, we finally made it to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PRAWNING FARM - Okay number one, I know it sounds nothing near romantic. Two, no that's not the actual name of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, we went there to prawn (verb thanks) for our very first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mWAkzQWVI/AAAAAAAABe0/6zC-od614FQ/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438542961649408338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mWAkzQWVI/AAAAAAAABe0/6zC-od614FQ/s400/IMG_0123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mctobShsI/AAAAAAAABf0/7GHWOcNIPLQ/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438550332786509506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mctobShsI/AAAAAAAABf0/7GHWOcNIPLQ/s400/IMG_0109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawn bait. Damn yucky I don't know what meat this is and I really can't understand prawns' appetites, even fish food (the small smelly balls) appear better that this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mcuLKYQlI/AAAAAAAABf8/ZaYXwxU7GKc/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438550342110822994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mcuLKYQlI/AAAAAAAABf8/ZaYXwxU7GKc/s400/IMG_0104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot's default prawning pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mctGLSoGI/AAAAAAAABfs/DuM_488Vx6M/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438550323592601698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mctGLSoGI/AAAAAAAABfs/DuM_488Vx6M/s400/IMG_0110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is damn capable he caught nine prawns in one hour, of which I accidentally released one back into the pond by dropping the net in so we were left with only eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right, I caught zero. WHAT LAH PEOPLE NO TALENT IN PRAWNING CANNOT IS IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mcsm852RI/AAAAAAAABfk/iZRlRF8wO60/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438550315210758418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mcsm852RI/AAAAAAAABfk/iZRlRF8wO60/s400/IMG_0111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we started bbqing our prawns, the management even gave us a tray of their bbqed prawns to enjoy for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mcsHSzTWI/AAAAAAAABfc/Vv0zsGsc3zY/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438550306712669538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mcsHSzTWI/AAAAAAAABfc/Vv0zsGsc3zY/s400/IMG_0113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humongous freak. Like lobsterrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3me9d8UcQI/AAAAAAAABgk/ggdRASZLKKU/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438552803873419522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3me9d8UcQI/AAAAAAAABgk/ggdRASZLKKU/s400/IMG_0114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot amazed by the delicacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3me82rdzUI/AAAAAAAABgc/ewt0SJkPl8E/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438552793333747010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3me82rdzUI/AAAAAAAABgc/ewt0SJkPl8E/s400/IMG_0115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also pregnant prawns, and both of us apparently scared ourselves to the point we didn't dare to eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3me8d_kNaI/AAAAAAAABgU/iR8MHnYasxk/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438552786707166626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3me8d_kNaI/AAAAAAAABgU/iR8MHnYasxk/s400/IMG_0116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eight prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, the toughest part of it all was the piercing of the satay sticks through these prawns, whom were all still jumping around alive. I seriously felt like a murderer then. Activity highly recommended for sadists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3me7kpSGBI/AAAAAAAABgM/4DnEBHvep6w/s1600-h/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438552771312883730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3me7kpSGBI/AAAAAAAABgM/4DnEBHvep6w/s400/IMG_0129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the valentines atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3me7FFaNOI/AAAAAAAABgE/uKa6GRgG7N0/s1600-h/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438552762840921314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3me7FFaNOI/AAAAAAAABgE/uKa6GRgG7N0/s400/IMG_0130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA!~ Freshly barbequed prawns straight from the pond beside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were too bored. Or you can take it that we were just trying out my new phone's camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!--- Yeah iPhone, no dream phone LG chocolate ): Chocolate was damn expensive so my parents got me the apple instead. Healthy choice sigh---!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0020-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 409px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/IMG_0020-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0024-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 408px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/IMG_0024-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0015-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 409px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/IMG_0015-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kind of got carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mh75yUhgI/AAAAAAAABgs/CHAuT_2ZEa8/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438556075522819586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mh75yUhgI/AAAAAAAABgs/CHAuT_2ZEa8/s400/IMG_0034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't know how to caption this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-5444030799874141024?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5444030799874141024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=5444030799874141024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5444030799874141024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/5444030799874141024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-belated-cny-valentines-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/S3mGC23mKYI/AAAAAAAABeE/bvLC7-2UkLw/s72-c/IMG_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-8713936067297021710</id><published>2009-12-30T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:29:14.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;How big is your bed?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double decker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents trying to out sing each other.&lt;br /&gt;mom- random wangleehom songs&lt;br /&gt;dad- some kind of howling (he's really just trying to beat my mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh and I just got reminded of my favourite joke:&lt;blockquote&gt;A man was going to be shot by a firing squad. The captain of the squad asked the man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain: Do you have any last wish before we shoot you?&lt;br /&gt;Man: Yes, please sing me a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the captain sang the song so badly that the firing squad shot the captain instead.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;How is the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Mad cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The first thing you notice about the opposite gender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Errrr gender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favorite type of Food? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new liking for fishcakes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you want children? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes if my husband is hot. What lah! I have to consider the whole process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hair color? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have you ever cried over a love lost? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when Mowen died. Refer to &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2008/05/beitang-ao-exploded-please-imagine-this.html"&gt;Post May 6, 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last Movie you watched &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure hunter. I didn't enjoy it by the way. Unless you're like interested in Linchiling's sexy shoulder or Jaychou on a motorbike, I suggest you invest the money on Alvin and Chipmunks instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What were you doing before filling this out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Getting pissed off trying to work out the hospital scene for tln.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Is cookie monster a kind of animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Meiji milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favorite flower? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cauliflower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have you ever loved a person at any point of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Not really, I love a lot of people all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you like to see right now? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saturnshingsucker who stole my brother's phone. I haven't deleted the unglam photos of myself in it arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What color are your bedroom walls? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have you ever fired a gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Hello? My talent happens to be shooting people under coconut trees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you like to travel by plane? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Right handed or Left?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;If you could go to any place right now where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Junsu's shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Are you missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Sigh mentioning Junsu to myself is going to make me think of him whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you have a tattoo? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Sztg7T-sEnI/AAAAAAAABbs/DxDZ6HCmo4I/s1600-h/msia+trip+(117).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421033148562281074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Sztg7T-sEnI/AAAAAAAABbs/DxDZ6HCmo4I/s400/msia+trip+(117).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Meet Awesomejoey! Named after me (:&lt;br /&gt;It disappeared altogether yesterday, after lasting for one week. Got it during the trip oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Err my Saturday morning usually starts at like 2 p.m. Kids Central would have stopped showing cartoons by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What is the wallpaper on your cellphone? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo of me and Jo, er now me and Heeai, now Cookie Monster, now picture of Jo, now picture of my phone sock...&lt;br /&gt;... my wallpaper's a photo slider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favorite hangout? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet. No really. Maximum privacy. Can bathe, pee, sing, hoola dance, do ritual also nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Can’t live without?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Wet wipes, handphone, Jo, Heeai, boyfriend, family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Collide (Howie Day)&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing (Aerosmith)&lt;br /&gt;Love In The Ice, Insa (Dbsk)&lt;br /&gt;All songs (S.H.E/Westlife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What are you afraid of? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Are you a giver or a taker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What do you sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Casuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stuck on a deserted island, and can only bring one thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Wet wipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To save in a fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Oh my favourite biology textbook... Hello obviously myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What are the things you always bring with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Wet wipes, handphone (I know lah, my life seems to revolve around only these two items sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What did you want to be when you were a kid?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist, shut up&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;Private Investigator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What color are your bedsheets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Purple and green. No no no not barney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Who do you want to meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you wish on stars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Haven't even stepped on them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Yesterday. Listening to Swear It Again (Westlife). But I cried because I yawned. Then err, the song was playing while I yawned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you like your handwriting? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Whose bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Song playing right now? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paralyzer (Finger Eleven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Fetch boyfriend from BT, countdown party at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;They better do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What’s annoying you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I'm about to run out of wet wipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have you ever watched a movie drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Are you tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I've redefined tired as my usual daily state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What will you do Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;No plans yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What kinda cell company do you use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Starhub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Where were you at midnight on Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Watching Sword Warriors at some theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Are you married? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you wear any jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Earrings, a few bangles and bracelets, one or two necklaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What’s one thing you want right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;A new packet of wet wipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you find yourself loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Where is the weirdest place you have slept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;A random grass patch along East Coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What’s the closest blue object to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;My LooneyTunes wet wipes? OH WAIT, I'm wearing a blue Paddington shirt now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What is your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favorite subject? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Recess? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo of the very much mentioned wet wipes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Sztu8f9_uLI/AAAAAAAABb0/jsxm09veyVs/s1600-h/Photo024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421048562123258034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Sztu8f9_uLI/AAAAAAAABb0/jsxm09veyVs/s400/Photo024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Sztu8zGEdPI/AAAAAAAABb8/1GQ55ihCCXo/s1600-h/Photo026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421048567257396466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Sztu8zGEdPI/AAAAAAAABb8/1GQ55ihCCXo/s400/Photo026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarce to the max ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-8713936067297021710?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8713936067297021710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=8713936067297021710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8713936067297021710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8713936067297021710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-big-is-your-bed-double-decker.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Sztg7T-sEnI/AAAAAAAABbs/DxDZ6HCmo4I/s72-c/msia+trip+(117).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-1286463687407779444</id><published>2009-12-29T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T14:23:51.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A short update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, almost losing track of all time and emotions, except for Jo because she's been the ONLY pleasant update around here so far after I've returned. Everything else sucks and I'm unreasonably (admittedly) mad at my class because after all the hoola, class gathering wasn't even held at Ngoh's place. So I missed all the fun for nothing good job. Saturnshingzation I HATE being left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, if you happen to hate me you can go and mourn now because I'm well and alive in one big piece, even bigger than your favourite chunk of charsiew (probably darker too). I even put on weight, and am very happy about it because like they say, meat is a sign of prosperity. I'm going to buy 4D later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my phone screwed up. Incoming messages (72 of them) got sent to some mailbox while I was away and I, being a caveman, do not know how to retrieve them. So if you've sent me anything from the 21st to the 28th, I probably did not recieve it.&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/3905826507436705261-1286463687407779444?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1286463687407779444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=1286463687407779444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1286463687407779444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/1286463687407779444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/short-update.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-2948505891046651857</id><published>2009-12-19T22:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:51:52.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling totally miserable now because the updated class blog currently sings that the christmas party has been changed from 20th to the 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BEN REN IS GOING OVERSEAS ON THE 21ST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianzationzsx. To think I was so happy when I was initially informed of the earlier date, because then I could finally see Bear after so many months of separation (you have no idea how emotional I was when I first recieved that piece of news, I was totally like "Oh!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngoh! I blame you for having such a busy schedule! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other irritating rotten dumpling event I'm going to miss, which so coincidentally falls on the same date as the christmas party (what the plutocuckooshingz?! is 23rd some secret holy occasion... anybody getting married?) is the IG 6's board deco + Cherngyew's christmas gifts from Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CY LOOK HERE I WANT MY PRESENT WHEN I GET BACK! YOU BETTER LEAVE ONE FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, my parents brought me on a Fila spree yesterday. There was some kind of extreme (and I mean extreme) uber sales for VIP members (us) and I ended up buying four bags, two pairs of footwear, seven pieces of clothing (of which one I had to jump on because it was selling out), one shoebag, one water bottle, etc. Basically it was almost like free-land for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pictures&lt;/u&gt; (mostly of blur quality because my excited hands couldn't keep still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syze0Oo1hMI/AAAAAAAABOU/7w6bHub5-P0/s1600-h/Photo451-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416949440683803842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syze0Oo1hMI/AAAAAAAABOU/7w6bHub5-P0/s400/Photo451-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple flops. Finally replacing my blue laopokkias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syzez-HnrzI/AAAAAAAABOM/9Sw7LyU4F3g/s1600-h/Photo444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416949436249517874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syzez-HnrzI/AAAAAAAABOM/9Sw7LyU4F3g/s400/Photo444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell love at first sight with these shoes. It's way chioer in real life. The photo TOTALLY doesn't do them justice. I got them $70 off the original price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syzezqh77NI/AAAAAAAABOE/yQM5OPgnpSY/s1600-h/Photo443.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyzeyyNWL9I/AAAAAAAABN8/Vn1KIZDJt6A/s1600-h/Photo457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416949415872442322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyzeyyNWL9I/AAAAAAAABN8/Vn1KIZDJt6A/s400/Photo457.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two bling bags of different colours. Similar designs but different sizes. $80 off its original price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syzfbus1_RI/AAAAAAAABO8/jiL4XQVL-QU/s1600-h/Photo456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416950119305444626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syzfbus1_RI/AAAAAAAABO8/jiL4XQVL-QU/s400/Photo456.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought two because they spelled my name apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyzeykpSFZI/AAAAAAAABN0/gwctIg_JUbQ/s1600-h/Photo458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416949412231517586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyzeykpSFZI/AAAAAAAABN0/gwctIg_JUbQ/s400/Photo458.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple tote bag which matches my wardrobe (my whole room actually). It's actually damn big so I'm using it for school. $40 off original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyzfbU1Wg_I/AAAAAAAABO0/KIJapNs2w9M/s1600-h/Photo459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416950112361808882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyzfbU1Wg_I/AAAAAAAABO0/KIJapNs2w9M/s400/Photo459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT PINK?! Omg who are you blogging on Joey's blog! SPILL!&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how to explain my newfound liking for this bright bimbotic colour - as you'll be able to tell in the next few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyzfbFNZNlI/AAAAAAAABOs/U2-3Q4KPJwQ/s1600-h/Photo452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416950108167681618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyzfbFNZNlI/AAAAAAAABOs/U2-3Q4KPJwQ/s400/Photo452.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe bag. Not like I have much use of it. My mom is trying to convince me into letting her use it to put toiletries for our coming holiday. I suspect she's trying to pack shampoo for twenty people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn worth it because I got it at..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEEEEE for expenditure over $200!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syzfa-68OmI/AAAAAAAABOk/s39HjQySc6I/s1600-h/Photo441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416950106479671906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syzfa-68OmI/AAAAAAAABOk/s39HjQySc6I/s400/Photo441.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white polo tee I jumped onto. Looks plain but it's really selling fast. Who can resist strawberries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Adventures Of Honeypot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the annual Nike marathon 2009!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyzxcCmu77I/AAAAAAAABPk/77_3i-TR9L0/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416969915857825714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyzxcCmu77I/AAAAAAAABPk/77_3i-TR9L0/s400/A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here we see our two leading runners approaching the finishing line! Ohmytian this is such a melodramatic competition!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyzxblbEYHI/AAAAAAAABPc/ge6Dy8G2rbY/s1600-h/A+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416969908024270962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyzxblbEYHI/AAAAAAAABPc/ge6Dy8G2rbY/s400/A+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And Honeypot SPRINGS out with his remaining energy, overtaking the Nikeman anddd.... we have our CHAMPION!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syzxbac8-zI/AAAAAAAABPU/31BX_y0wKkI/s1600-h/A+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416969905079384882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syzxbac8-zI/AAAAAAAABPU/31BX_y0wKkI/s400/A+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to thank my parents, my coach and the wonderful Joey for just being such a wonderful commentator it totally motivated me to run faster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the competition, an exhausted Honeypot went in search for a fruit to quench his thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyzxbDSdrGI/AAAAAAAABPM/I9gka_DYttU/s1600-h/A+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416969898861374562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyzxbDSdrGI/AAAAAAAABPM/I9gka_DYttU/s400/A+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooooh apple!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyzxaxwqRiI/AAAAAAAABPE/tlgzktlVUzA/s1600-h/A+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416969894156191266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyzxaxwqRiI/AAAAAAAABPE/tlgzktlVUzA/s400/A+(4).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew the apple actually came from the sacred Big Tree in the middle of Taka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz0lPcyctI/AAAAAAAABQ0/VLYBF8dxdzc/s1600-h/A+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416973372459479762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz0lPcyctI/AAAAAAAABQ0/VLYBF8dxdzc/s400/A+(5).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared by Santa as a christmas present for Rudolph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz0k_UQ3BI/AAAAAAAABQs/nY_jsKAf3ZE/s1600-h/A+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416973368128756754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz0k_UQ3BI/AAAAAAAABQs/nY_jsKAf3ZE/s400/A+(6).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A furious Santa then kidnapped Honeypot and wanted to disect him to retrieve his digested apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz0kulu0hI/AAAAAAAABQk/Ci5CvR2SS6s/s1600-h/A+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416973363638620690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz0kulu0hI/AAAAAAAABQk/Ci5CvR2SS6s/s400/A+(7).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, a brave knight walking past lent a helping hand to Honeypot and rescued him from the Santa's hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thanking the brave knight with a big wet kiss, Honeypot then continued strolling along Orchard Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz0kJ-uhxI/AAAAAAAABQc/Sz4XrprYwXw/s1600-h/A+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416973353811347218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz0kJ-uhxI/AAAAAAAABQc/Sz4XrprYwXw/s400/A+(8).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whistles*&lt;br /&gt;"Hot legs..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz0j70OBnI/AAAAAAAABQU/8hvK0UirjoY/s1600-h/A+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416973350009177714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz0j70OBnI/AAAAAAAABQU/8hvK0UirjoY/s400/A+(9).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DON'T MOVE," a clone tropper points a gun at a terrified (but pretending to be brave) Honeypot, "HOW DARE YOU LUST AT MY GIRLFRIEND! I'M REPORTING YOU TO HIS MAJESTY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Honeypot was brought to meet the king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz2p_X09YI/AAAAAAAABRc/7e2QoDlJhlA/s1600-h/A+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416975653066306946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz2p_X09YI/AAAAAAAABRc/7e2QoDlJhlA/s400/A+(10).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I, King, will give you an option if you want to live. My dog has been kidnapped by the evil demons of the Jungle. Rescue him, and I will spare your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz2pj2cjWI/AAAAAAAABRU/S0Ufjb70RRw/s1600-h/A+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416975645678538082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz2pj2cjWI/AAAAAAAABRU/S0Ufjb70RRw/s400/A+(11).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus Honeypot sets off to buy some weapons.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm a gun maybe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz2pYRz1uI/AAAAAAAABRM/P8buSQPg6Vk/s1600-h/A+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416975642572084962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz2pYRz1uI/AAAAAAAABRM/P8buSQPg6Vk/s400/A+(12).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"More devices just to look cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz2o6MhCDI/AAAAAAAABRE/rbdkqrH4Vqw/s1600-h/A+(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416975634496817202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz2o6MhCDI/AAAAAAAABRE/rbdkqrH4Vqw/s400/A+(13).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps a hat for disguise...? OH PINK MY FAVOURITE COLOUR~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz2oUHTu7I/AAAAAAAABQ8/hzX4-pq47fg/s1600-h/A+(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416975624274426802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz2oUHTu7I/AAAAAAAABQ8/hzX4-pq47fg/s400/A+(14).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Honeypot is all set for war! (Yeah he's in it you just can't see him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THE FIGHT BEGINS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz3k0ZrUYI/AAAAAAAABSE/OFIizYMMuJo/s1600-h/A+(15).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416976663733555586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz3k0ZrUYI/AAAAAAAABSE/OFIizYMMuJo/s400/A+(15).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woo... HA! Yah! Urghh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz3kcjxUlI/AAAAAAAABR8/UKSh6j03jtY/s1600-h/A+(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416976657333441106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz3kcjxUlI/AAAAAAAABR8/UKSh6j03jtY/s400/A+(16).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz3kEzQV6I/AAAAAAAABR0/rky_OF9uK8Q/s1600-h/A+(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416976650955937698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz3kEzQV6I/AAAAAAAABR0/rky_OF9uK8Q/s400/A+(17).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE WINS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz3j0g50uI/AAAAAAAABRs/ceWl3mZH-po/s1600-h/A+(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416976646583997154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz3j0g50uI/AAAAAAAABRs/ceWl3mZH-po/s400/A+(18).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOGGIE RESCUED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King was very pleased, and not only did he spare Honeypot's life (to the uproar of Clone Trooper), he even promised Honeypot a reward in return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz3jqMWAcI/AAAAAAAABRk/84a0vUlnkak/s1600-h/A+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz4xx22ikI/AAAAAAAABSc/JMwZTEr3CWM/s1600-h/A+(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz4w2xXv5I/AAAAAAAABSU/yeP7HZvrBAU/s1600-h/Photo471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416977970039865234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz4w2xXv5I/AAAAAAAABSU/yeP7HZvrBAU/s400/Photo471.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heehee I want the hottest girls in your land to marry me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz4wlsHa3I/AAAAAAAABSM/iDpepn5miEs/s1600-h/A+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416977965454420850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syz4wlsHa3I/AAAAAAAABSM/iDpepn5miEs/s400/A+(19).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-2948505891046651857?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/2948505891046651857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=2948505891046651857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2948505891046651857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/2948505891046651857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-feeling-totally-miserable-now.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/Syze0Oo1hMI/AAAAAAAABOU/7w6bHub5-P0/s72-c/Photo451-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-8975565435956485485</id><published>2009-12-15T10:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:49:08.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;13/12 - DDP&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long awaited Sunday whereby Sister, Honeypot, SH (Sister's Honeypot) and I were all free for our second DDP outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early that morning, Sister and I met up at the supermarket to buy the ingredients in preparation for the bento surprise we meant for the two guys (after which somebody didn't appreciate our efforts and was more interested in KFC -.- I'll talk about it later). Diligent Joey also did her research the night before and concluded that ONIGIRI was the easiest and most manageable meal we girls could handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, onigiri is food. I told my dad I made onigiri and he was all, "oh, what did you &lt;em&gt;fold&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Origami = paper folding&lt;br /&gt;Onigiri = RICE BALLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought short-grained rice, tuna, hotdogs and assorted veg and headed straight to Sister's home to start cooking. Anyway, SH's-mother-in-law-aka-Sister's-mom is really a wonderful host. Despite limited resources at home (apparently their family lives with only &lt;s&gt;two eggs...&lt;/s&gt; ONE EGG in the whole house. omg what happens if a tsunami strikes), she made me three pieces of bread (toasted! with butter/kaya/cheese) and milo the moment she heard I hadn't take breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you leetaitai (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we boiled the vegetables, cooked the rice, cut the hotdogs and started rolling our onigiri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyZQSFMkNiI/AAAAAAAABM0/1tTGO00prt4/s1600-h/Photo433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415103873522349602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyZQSFMkNiI/AAAAAAAABM0/1tTGO00prt4/s400/Photo433.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuna!! Or sardine... Okay I can't remember. But it's terriyaki favoured! (:&lt;br /&gt;This goes to the fillings of the onigiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyZQRsusiII/AAAAAAAABMs/PUyi2QnsNGo/s1600-h/Photo432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415103866954614914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyZQRsusiII/AAAAAAAABMs/PUyi2QnsNGo/s400/Photo432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ready to be wrapped inside our onigiri as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how much I love assorted vegetables? They go well with everything. Fried rice, onigiri, porridge, steamed fish, pork, mutton, chicken, duck, ducklings, pelicans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyZQRIUlT0I/AAAAAAAABMk/SJQw25eMl1w/s1600-h/Photo429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415103857181413186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyZQRIUlT0I/AAAAAAAABMk/SJQw25eMl1w/s400/Photo429.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice bal... erm capsules...? Sister decided that circles were boring so she invested on ovals while I sticked to being traditional, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd behold, our full-of-love-&lt;s&gt;and-bacteria&lt;/s&gt; bentos~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyZQQzOu0II/AAAAAAAABMc/whxIPLvRM-Q/s1600-h/Photo437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415103851519725698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyZQQzOu0II/AAAAAAAABMc/whxIPLvRM-Q/s400/Photo437.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my onigiri fell apart sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Yes its that shameless semi-ball with protuding pieces of hotdogs -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyZbdk-ZnaI/AAAAAAAABNM/h4Qz9_e5_VM/s1600-h/Photo438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415116165659336098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyZbdk-ZnaI/AAAAAAAABNM/h4Qz9_e5_VM/s400/Photo438.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister's family-of-faces. She wasn't really finished yet in this photo. It was definitely prettier upon completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there was this step where we were supposed to dip our hands into a bowl salt water before rolling the onigiri to prevent the rice from sticking onto our hands - like in this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyZQjQPBlwI/AAAAAAAABM8/rLkYFRVTrGw/s1600-h/Photo427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415104168543229698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyZQjQPBlwI/AAAAAAAABM8/rLkYFRVTrGw/s400/Photo427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either the salt water didn't work or we were just extreme failures (although I honestly doubt the latter). Because not only did the rice sticked onto our palms, they even found their way INTO the bowl of water. At the end of the day, the amount of rice collected in the bowl was enough to make a bowl of congee I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyZQj3r3hPI/AAAAAAAABNE/IZ5FDzoKk1k/s1600-h/Photo430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415104179133187314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyZQj3r3hPI/AAAAAAAABNE/IZ5FDzoKk1k/s400/Photo430.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, WAY more in that bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the bento preparation, we sat in the living room to wait for the two guys to come over and fetch us. Honeypot said they ran in the rain but they seemed pretty dry when I saw them. We then cab our way to.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILD WILD WET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all excited and prepared, grinning throughout the whole trip like some raccoon (don't ask me why raccoon), holding onto my belongings with such a firm grip as if worried that somebody would hijack the cab suddenly and steal my swimming costume, heart pumping so quickly that if a mosquito stung me at that time it would just choke on my blood rush and die on the spot, slamming the door open the moment I reached downtown east and springing towards the entrance of my favourite water theme park to see a humongous welcoming signboard that wrote............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLOSED FOR PRIVATE FUNCTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I really wished I was a dragon then so I could spray fire at the two smiling male staff standing beside the signboard and the queue of permitted people entering WWW. After months of anticipation and preparation, AT LAST, I'm standing in front of the entrance and THIS IS WHAT THEY TELL ME WHAT THE SHINGZ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood obviously fell to the bottom of the Atlantic Ridge, and I needed my mocha ice cream to cheer me up. Can you imagine my feelings when the guy told me they ran out of mocha ice cream? I wanted to cry and fill the whole downtown east and then I can swim in my own tears okay. I had to settle for some bubblegum flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then decided to make our way to... er whereever I don't know where we were going to make our way to. I was too occupied with my ice cream and fuming mad at WWW. The announcer's loud voice hosting the function didn't make things any better and I was silently hoping that a cockroach would like fly into his mouth and shut him up. Then I saw the function's booth outside dmarquee. In a rage, I walked towards the booth planning to like kick the table and push their flower pots or something until I caught eye of a stack of blue flyers of the edge of the table. I remembered seeing the queuing people entering WWW holding these flyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;International Migrants' Day Celebrations 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13 December 2009, Sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blah blah blah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exclusive entry to Wild Wild Wet for Migrant Workers only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Free of Charge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I hyperventilated while Honeypot could only look around in confusion. Then some chio lady came over and told us to just take those flyers, we can get door gifts, free lunch, can enter wildwildwet for free also, and it all felt so surreal I wanted to kiss her right there and then, but I presumed Honeypot wouldn't be very happy about it so I just grabbed those flyers and skipped my way into Dmarquee to collect my door gift. On the way out, Honeypot was whining about being hungry and wanting to take the free lunch pack but I dragged him away because ahem, his lunch was already prepared by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Migrant Workers Centre was celebrating International Migrants Day by providing games, food, performances, etc for migrant workers. Their key highlight was an exclusive entry to WWW free of charge. But I guess they had extra flyers or something so WE ENDED UP SAVING $60 ON ENTRY FEES (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart, I think this event is very meaningful. It forms bonds to integrate harmony among Singaporeans and migrant workers so that we can be ONE UNITED NATION! I propose such functions be held on a monthly basis at sites such as the Zoological Gardens, Night Safari, Bird Park, Escape Theme Park, etc to expose our guests to the different attractions of Singapore. This will also definitely build up the reputation of our beloved Lion City. As a totally minor unimportant sidenote, they should always allow the enthusiastic members of the public to join them in these happy celebrations so as to raise awareness among the people. Good for one, happy for all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, Happy International Migrants Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we finally got through those gates guarded by the two smiling knights (the same two I wanted to spray fire at) and it was about time Sister and I present our hungry friends their surprises. Okay, surprises usually involve both parties feeling excited, nua and all. NOT in my case. Honeypot was so hungry and was only tempted by the KFC 70 steps away that he didn't want to listen to me at all. I then whipped out a long bamboo cane from my leather belt and told him to sit down obediently or I would not show leniency. He ultimately decided that life was precious and started cooperating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping the mush. Basically we shared the bentos, Honeypot was STILL hungry and bought his KFC two piece meal despite my violent objections (who takes such a heavy meal before swimming hello?), took a short digestion rest, and we were set to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop, shiok river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this aspect I think it works out better at JESC (for those who don't know, it's the pool with facilities that reportedly rivals WWW's), because over there you get to rent your floats. Here at WWW, you have to be super vigilant like an eagle, waiting for someone to get tired of his float and dump it. Then you lunge for the newly vacated float like a shipwrecked sailor who’s been treading water for hours and starting to hallucinate about mermaids lending you a helping fin... or hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot and I thoroughly enjoyed the shiok river though. So did Sister and SH. We must have gone round that ring of water at least fifty times, a little too much for two sufferers of motion sickness. Honeypot was starting to feel sick so we got out of the water and took a break. And while waiting for Sister and SH to reappear (we got separated from them on the thirty seventh round), we started talking about satays, chicken wings and sambal stingrays - rather peculiar topic to start on in the middle of a water theme park (food lovers, can't help it) but yeah it got us hungry and very motivated. It became our aim for dinner (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the tsunami pool next but it was too crowded so there wasn't much fun and a tad dangerous. Somebody nearly drowned, and for the first time, I watched a lifeguard at work. He promptly dived ten metres straight towards the struggling lady, threw her a float and swam towards her at lightning speed. It was such a heroic scene . Fortunately, the lifeguard was fast and the people around her had reached out to give her a pull so nobody was hurt (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slides were fun and I saw a SUPERRRRR PRETTTYYYY crew member who was mending the yellow slide. If I were a guy, I'd take that slide over and over again until she changed shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss the kiddy slides! Yeah I was one of those adults who enjoyed the kiddy slides and went over and over again. Oh alright, I was the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; adult who enjoyed the kiddy slides over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time we brought the feiyue kids here, I practically went as many times as the children did (the only difference being they didn't get tired as easily with their 年轻的肉体). But I'm sure everbody enjoyed the giant bucket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Slide Up too. Super terrible. I can't handle such rides. It's similar to Pirate Ship, which I can't really play either, but way scarier. I'm staying away from that ride, forever. Not even with fifty million dollars. Okay I'm lying. But its still scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's talk about the toilets. All swimming outings should be concluded with showering facilities. At WWW, the cubicles are relatively spaced. Rectangular and quite comfortable. The kids cubicles are even bigger (I know because I had to follow a few children in and watch them bathe the last time - safety reasons - I am NOT a pervert) so mothers won't have a problem bathing their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the case in Jurong as I remember. If concentration camps had toilets, they would resemble those at JESC. Those cubicles were narrower than Uncle Tan's blocked blood vessels. Exercise caution when you're changing out of your swimwear. If you know taichi, now's a good time to use it, because sudden movements can be deadly in those cramped quarters. My cousin had to worry about being able to exit the cubicle so you can imagine how bad they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a good bath, well at least I did. Oh I WAS FIRST TO COME OUT. Sister was damn slow, and immune to my shoutings. I didn't really want to portray my violent self in public by slamming and pounding the toilet door so I couldn't do anything to hurry her. By the time she finished bathing, my hair was already dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we found out that SH was the kind of person who wouldn't inform his dad about visiting, not because he was planning to surprise his dad but because his phone was faulty. And he didn't know where was the exact hotel his dad was staying, how to go there or what time either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a few photos against the sunset, then left for our SATAYS. Cabbed to makansutra glutton's bay (awesome place by the way, its beside DXO near the esplanade), and began feasting. Alas, Honeypot started feeling unwell (food poisoning - poor thing threw up after that) and decided it was better for him to stay off the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] Please feel free to skip the coming paragraph. [/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Henceforth, its Honeypot's turn to post. Yes I was very very sick, and still I was so noble and loving, telling my beloved one that I was fine so that she could have fun and enjoy herself. Okay I better stop praising myself before she hits me or something. Wonderful Joey was taking delicate care of me, giving me massages to ease the aches in my head and neck, and giving me encouragement with her overpowering love. Yes shes the best. Too bad guys, no use being jealous, go find your own perfect girlfriend. Then I finally got convinced into calling my dad to pick me up from the Esplanade, Sister and SH left to look for SH's dad too. Then Joey called her dad to pick her up at the Esplanade too, so that she could continue showering me with her tender loving care until my dad arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking back the post. Sorry guys, Honeypot is evidently VERY ill. Go send him your regards later. The above paragraph has no content at all so don't bother reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the riverside after the meal to enjoy the smell of dead fishes and houseflies. Seriously, the river may look clean, but the stench can be quite strong. Sister and SH had a nice heart to heart talk under the stars while I was busy consoling a very upset patient who was in too much pain to even sit up straight but refused to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last, we were all dismissed and my dad picked me from the esplanade with my mom, who had gone shopping for swim suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was then complaining about her (supposed) gain in weight and the (non existent) flesh surrounding her body that she wasn't very pleased about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's so embarassing. People are going to ask me where I bought my swimsuit from. They look like they have &lt;em&gt;built-in&lt;/em&gt; ring floats when I wear it. Later I walk out of the swimming pool people think I steal their floats how!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I havent seen her in the costume yet. My dad says she looks perfectly fine in it though, and that she merely suffers from a lack of self confidence. This is why she balances out well with my dad who, on the contrary, has such a high self esteem he images himself with six pec all the time, and is really starting to believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Beautyriot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this site I found fun in turning Honeypot into a girl. No boyfriend, I do not have problems with your gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SydxBWE2oDI/AAAAAAAABNs/4MKn_x4spms/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 395px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415421344856055858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SydxBWE2oDI/AAAAAAAABNs/4MKn_x4spms/s400/1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My charming honeypot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SydxBALZYmI/AAAAAAAABNk/qJPGSKaRXXQ/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 395px; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415421338977919586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SydxBALZYmI/AAAAAAAABNk/qJPGSKaRXXQ/s400/2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Brittany Murphy's haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SydxAg2ASnI/AAAAAAAABNc/GDE6uV4CXis/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415421330566695538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SydxAg2ASnI/AAAAAAAABNc/GDE6uV4CXis/s400/3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a princess make up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SydxAPFsBkI/AAAAAAAABNU/m7qgpsgcklM/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 398px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415421325800638018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SydxAPFsBkI/AAAAAAAABNU/m7qgpsgcklM/s400/5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeypot --&gt; Poisoned Ashley Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent hell of a time putting on the lipstick and eye liner for him okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://beautyriot.com/"&gt;BeautyRiot&lt;/a&gt; for to try the virtual makeovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Honeypot! As they say, love makes a person blind. I still love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905826507436705261-8975565435956485485?l=prid-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8975565435956485485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905826507436705261&amp;postID=8975565435956485485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8975565435956485485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905826507436705261/posts/default/8975565435956485485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prid-e.blogspot.com/2009/12/1312-ddp-long-awaited-sunday-whereby.html' title=''/><author><name>joey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_657foinyBNw/SyZQSFMkNiI/AAAAAAAABM0/1tTGO00prt4/s72-c/Photo433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905826507436705261.post-8247065676961841025</id><published>2009-12-05T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:25:55.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A photo spam I promised a particular Sheila Cheng some time ago so yeah. Good for reminising times when I was still young and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;207 Halloween Party 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, judge for me. Wasn't halloween meant to be scary? Why was everybody else dressed in angels and Sakuras? I happily appeared as a freaking witch lah what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture017-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 447px; HEIGHT: 359px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/Picture017-1.jpg" width="509" height="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liwen: Sweet floral fairy&lt;br /&gt;Estella: Hot santa babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture004-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 448px; HEIGHT: 358px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/Picture004-1.jpg" width="536" height="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tianhui, Yenjin, Estella, Yixian, Sarahlim, Yiwei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright halloween begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture003-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 448px; HEIGHT: 332px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/Picture003-1.jpg" width="549" height="518" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil - lives to kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture006-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 451px; HEIGHT: 366px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/Picture006-1.jpg" width="451" height="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unseenables - live to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture012-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 447px; HEIGHT: 341px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/Picture012-1.jpg" width="447" height="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink - live to lose to purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture013-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 407px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/Picture013-1.jpg" width="301" height="469" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pumpkin - live to embarrass (herself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture009-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 447px; HEIGHT: 358px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/Picture009-1.jpg" width="430" height="609" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cavewoman with a shiny tiara? Caveprincess....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture014-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 422px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/Picture014-1.jpg" width="300" height="568" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... lives to bully embarrassing pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cliquephoto.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/cliquephoto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesomes - live to brighten the world with our smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture071-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 451px; HEIGHT: 342px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/Picture071-1.jpg" width="451" height="602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT underestimate that kitty. Like they always say - cute is danger&lt;br /&gt;... fine I came up with that myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture068-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 333px; HEIGHT: 471px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/Picture068-1.jpg" width="313" height="471" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't sarah know that vampires aren't supposed to look cute? I mean, look at Cullen. He's not cute. He's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture067-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 345px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/Picture067-1.jpg" width="450" height="596" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liwen. Ask me why she looks so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Becauseeee I'm holding the camera (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture065-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 462px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/Picture065-1.jpg" width="305" height="580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA~&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday in advance by the way (:&lt;br /&gt;(hint friends, its on the 7th!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture064-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 456px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/Picture064-1.jpg" width="319" height="583" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiwei, Yixian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture044-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 453px; HEIGHT: 421px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/Picture044-1.jpg" width="552" height="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLOWEEN MARSHMALLOWS *LOVE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture045-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 453px; HEIGHT: 374px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/Picture045-1.jpg" width="453" height="599" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia, Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Picture043-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 451px; HEIGHT: 365px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f277/purpleviolin20/halloween%20207/Picture043-1.jpg" width="451" height="593" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s49.photobuck
