<?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-29165418</id><updated>2011-10-25T11:27:04.762+08:00</updated><category term='live the list'/><category term='jibber jabber'/><category term='ranternobanter'/><category term='hear my earworm'/><category term='schooly mooly'/><category term='elle-oh-elle'/><category term='♥'/><category term='SR ODAC'/><category term='exam mayhem'/><title type='text'>Returning steps</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>478</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-2232481198342108774</id><published>2010-09-04T16:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:02:55.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cos the grass is always greener on the other side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://popmyspeechbubble.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://popmyspeechbubble.tumblr.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New blog. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-2232481198342108774?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2232481198342108774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=2232481198342108774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2232481198342108774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2232481198342108774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/09/cos-grass-is-always-greener-on-other.html' title='Cos the grass is always greener on the other side'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-4816068431626706070</id><published>2010-08-25T23:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T00:01:30.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought it was dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/THU9Uf2iWmI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/mJ4ouQ0ceQM/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509377141514590818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/THU9Uf2iWmI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/mJ4ouQ0ceQM/s400/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Look at the doggy's face! Epic. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;More&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1kNqTz/spyrestudios.com/hilarious-print-ads/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-4816068431626706070?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4816068431626706070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=4816068431626706070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4816068431626706070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4816068431626706070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-when-you-thought-it-was-dead.html' title='Just when you thought it was dead'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/THU9Uf2iWmI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/mJ4ouQ0ceQM/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-81203079326057377</id><published>2010-08-25T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:18:07.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adsome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHl8UEewbN8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHl8UEewbN8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awesome! Now I can torment people with my cursive mess. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&amp;amp; my mood's fine, phone's fine)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-81203079326057377?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/81203079326057377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=81203079326057377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/81203079326057377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/81203079326057377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/08/adsome.html' title='Adsome!'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-7358906094027832361</id><published>2010-08-25T11:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T12:27:41.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'>Can't forget to breathe slow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prelims just ended yesterday. I was happy for a while, before someone made my emotions really hit the rocks. I guess when you give so much of yourself to someone, the slightest thing he/she does can really fling your emotions to either end of the spectrum- whether they know it or not. Heck, what I get is just a 'you don't care about me'. Just makes me doubt myself even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just cos I have this irrational fear of a long-term commitment. It's just not me to stay at one thing for long given my ADD-comparable attention span. Just look at me trying to study. I can hardly sit straight for 30 mins without fiddling with something or starting a fridge-door opening marathon (when I'm at home, that is). It's just a darn freaking hard thing for me to stay undistracted for so long, to commit, to meet someone else's expectations (when I hardly even meet or set my own) and to give unconditionally simply because I've never done it before in my entire &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Teng said that if we could conquer Mt. Fansipan, we could do anythng. I was applauded for my perseverance with that twisted ankle. Yeah, I could do all that and it sure wasn't easy at all. But I could see it; where I had to and wanted to go. It was almost &lt;em&gt;tangible&lt;/em&gt;. But feelings aren't at all. And how someone else can feel that abstactness is.. well, impossible. Unless you're freaking upset and you start raising your voice then it becomes so glaring it's impossible to ignore. But I don't want to spread all that angst and unhappiness. Because I have so much more to give but I don't know how to, and how to make you feel it without being awkward about it. I guess such things can only come with time and loadsa mutual work. Being young and brash won't make it happen but that's what I am right now. You can't just force maturity upon yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this tied down before. This responsibility is meant to be a joy, shared between two instead of a burden. Well, not exactly, but it really does feel that way sometimes. Being alone offers the luxury of being free- you can behave as you deem fit and have to account to no one except yourself, and no one's feelings will be that closely tied to your actions and words. You can just step in any direction without having to hold back and think how that step will impact so-and-so. But then, there'll always be this something you secretly want, to fill that obscure little hole in the centre of your heart. And when you think someone has filled it, it isn't that perfect as you thought you would feel, besides those few, short-lived moments. Perhaps some may think the many far-from-perfect moments are little sacrifices to achieve those seconds of bliss and that it's all worth it. Perhaps. But for now, I prefer that constancy of living up only your own expectations and wishes instead of juggling them with someone else's, and lettting that bring you to extreme highs and lows. My heart can't take it you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read till here, I'm sorry that my blog has increasingly become a ranting space. Anyway I doubt many people would read this.&lt;br /&gt;And great, as if to underscore my mood now, my phone offed by itself and won't on again.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, did I do something really wrong lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-7358906094027832361?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7358906094027832361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=7358906094027832361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7358906094027832361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7358906094027832361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/08/prelims-just-ended-yesterday.html' title='Can&apos;t forget to breathe slow'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-8909129877070491085</id><published>2010-08-22T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T10:01:44.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam mayhem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'>Life's no nintendo game</title><content type='html'>2 more papers! But even after that I can't celebrate in peace cos A's are less than 2 months away. I think. Ugh, lazy to do the math lah. Anyway I'm so not looking forward to 8 Nov- Geog AND history papers. 6 hours of insane writing. I think my hand won't have the stamina for GP and econs and the other papers. Awesome way to start the A's huh. Why won't Cambridge actually take that into account, to &lt;em&gt;NEVER&lt;/em&gt; put 2 3hour writing papers on the same darn day? Oh no, I'm ranting over the same thing again, aren't I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the internet has to be a girl. Cos it's the ultimate modern age temptress. Her face changes every single day, with so much to see and offer, yet it's never enough. She draws you in, through facebook (games), online news, even neopets. Alas! Shun thy temptress I say! For it is she, who pulls the crown (of As for the A's) from me, thy rightful heir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay I'm talking nonsense seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Scrap everything you just read please, gone like the wind, like me. Bye. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'm really going mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-8909129877070491085?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8909129877070491085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=8909129877070491085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8909129877070491085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8909129877070491085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/08/lifes-no-nintendo-game.html' title='Life&apos;s no nintendo game'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-4726024817719336796</id><published>2010-08-14T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:24:26.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinematic and dramatic with the perfect ending</title><content type='html'>I just realised that it was Friday the 13th 48 mins ago. Plus it's the ghost month. Lol, nope, didn't get a third bump on my knee or a second bite on my tongue. And I'm biting my tongue so much I'm starting to talk short-tonguey. Like how I pronounced 'examples' as exam&lt;em&gt;pers&lt;/em&gt; during GP consult. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been able to blog about previous stuffs, like WiLL Run, YOG torch relay, National Day (and the entertaining message)and yeah.. My excuse is that prelims is in 2 days, and have only started on maybe 5% of total prep. Of course, the killer combi means that I really only have that 2 days to finish everything. Wish I still had MCQs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-4726024817719336796?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4726024817719336796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=4726024817719336796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4726024817719336796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4726024817719336796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/08/cinematic-and-dramatic-with-perfect.html' title='Cinematic and dramatic with the perfect ending'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-2339034658109486965</id><published>2010-08-01T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:21:37.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'>Love, isn't love, till you give it away</title><content type='html'>People should really stop flaming/ ranting at others through their fb statuses. Forcing all your fb friends to read how so-and-so is a cheat, ungentlemanly fag, shameless bitch &lt;em&gt;whatever&lt;/em&gt; is just, well, unclassy. However well you can justify that unsightly claim, it &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; unsightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why you guys bother doing this kinda thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-2339034658109486965?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2339034658109486965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=2339034658109486965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2339034658109486965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2339034658109486965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-isnt-love-till-you-give-it-away.html' title='Love, isn&apos;t love, till you give it away'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-1469711934343107362</id><published>2010-07-21T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T17:50:09.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hear my earworm'/><title type='text'>Superman - Joe Brooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/yPqpVqhfJRk/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yPqpVqhfJRk&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;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yPqpVqhfJRk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heard it on the radio today. (:&lt;/p&gt;Beautiful song. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-1469711934343107362?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1469711934343107362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=1469711934343107362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1469711934343107362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1469711934343107362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/superman-joe-brooks-animation.html' title='Superman - Joe Brooks'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-6950206394543951217</id><published>2010-07-18T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T09:42:52.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'>Streetlight people, living just to find emotion</title><content type='html'>"Procrastination is an excuse", a text from the school said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Then the sender has been making excuses too. Why won't people here just accept that procrastination is human nature? That it's inevitable? That it isn't all bad? That working wholly for results, without a speck of any form of distraction is neither possible, nor perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results, results, results. That's all the adults care about and preach about now. Because they know and have accepted that this world is nothing more than superficial. Saying that people look at your character, morals, whatever is just the most ironic thing they do in schools. Cos all they care about at the end of the day is just your results, that it makes the school look better--academically.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I stand to be corrected. I'm not the one running the school after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this article about Serendipity, and it isn't exactly procrastination, but it tends to be what people lump together with the latter. So if I read on the history of slavery (not coming out in any part of A's as of now), but in the process putting my SEA history essay aside, is it all bad? I still gain in knowledge don't I? Isn't that the purpose of education? So why so particular with that one-track mind that I should only let my life revolve around the subjects I'd be tested for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, this society is driving me nuts. Maybe when I grow up I'd look back at this and laugh. Maybe. But for now, I'd stick close to this. Heck results, seriously. And teachers who preach that procrastination is an excuse. It hardly fits, even in terms of use of english.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-6950206394543951217?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6950206394543951217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=6950206394543951217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/6950206394543951217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/6950206394543951217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/streetlight-people-living-just-to-find.html' title='Streetlight people, living just to find emotion'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-8631922517186348292</id><published>2010-07-13T11:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T11:59:06.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><title type='text'>Today, everything is a la carte</title><content type='html'>Des, Bij and I saw a couple (middle-aged one somemore) PDA-ing on the bus home yesterday. First instinct was obviously being grossed out, and des asked me why they must be so mushy, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, what's so bad about love? Better to have love in this world than hate huh. And I mean love, not lust, so most PDA stuff caught on STOMP, I guess they don't qualify. BTW, I hate STOMP; cheapest type of 'news' ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-8631922517186348292?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8631922517186348292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=8631922517186348292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8631922517186348292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8631922517186348292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-evrything-is-la-carte.html' title='Today, everything is a la carte'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-1691814756857409923</id><published>2010-07-11T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:36:00.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is kinda belated, but I still want you to share my pain:&lt;br /&gt;my dear mac's airport died. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm back to using the chachat acer laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-1691814756857409923?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1691814756857409923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=1691814756857409923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1691814756857409923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1691814756857409923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-kinda-belated-but-i-still-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-8840317811853480939</id><published>2010-06-29T19:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T10:05:37.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elle-oh-elle'/><title type='text'>I drew a face and I laughed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/TCnWWTcGQeI/AAAAAAAAB8I/EhJRXZFs4Ns/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488153299591250402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/TCnWWTcGQeI/AAAAAAAAB8I/EhJRXZFs4Ns/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first PE lesson after MONTHS (cos was sick for a month before June hols). But no leh, I'm not anything like this. I tsk at the Germans. Nah kidding, they're so cute to come up with this. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/TCnWV1meQ7I/AAAAAAAAB8A/VqR2Ie1UtuA/s1600/dentist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488153291581703090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/TCnWV1meQ7I/AAAAAAAAB8A/VqR2Ie1UtuA/s400/dentist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HA, I thought dentists were boring people to wanna stare into white (or yellow, or even black) squares everyday. Proved wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm supposed to be doing my.. work! (lazy to list cos neither you nor me will enjoy reading it) Procrastination is like a bad kidney of mine. Can't just take it out huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-8840317811853480939?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8840317811853480939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=8840317811853480939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8840317811853480939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8840317811853480939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-drew-face-and-i-laughed.html' title='I drew a face and I laughed'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/TCnWWTcGQeI/AAAAAAAAB8I/EhJRXZFs4Ns/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-3107251248982859994</id><published>2010-06-27T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:38:27.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had a random spark this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I think I wanna take up Linguistics and Multilingual Studies if I get into a uni. But sadly, only NTU offers that as a major, I think.&lt;br /&gt;And even more sadly, it's in the west of SG. I stay all the way at the other end.&lt;br /&gt;Good for the stinkingly fortunate science kids. (And perhaps the poly kids too, but definitely not JC arts kids). They've got the 4th uni to go to. The other 3 are all like freaking far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm soo not looking forward to tomorrow. Always hated first weeks of school since upper sec cos of the barely-touched hw pile. -.-&lt;br /&gt;See if I make it alive by friday or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-3107251248982859994?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3107251248982859994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=3107251248982859994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/3107251248982859994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/3107251248982859994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-had-random-spark-this-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-4221333659852734757</id><published>2010-06-23T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T00:09:12.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I suddenly feel very very nostalgic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'tis the agony of growing older. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-4221333659852734757?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4221333659852734757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=4221333659852734757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4221333659852734757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4221333659852734757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-suddenly-feel-very-very-nostalgic.html' title=''/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-7076616884785968353</id><published>2010-06-22T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T11:58:36.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live the list'/><title type='text'>Clearly I am a passerby but I'll find a place to stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/TCDQYDNMoFI/AAAAAAAAB74/-AUjbZKEmx0/s1600/notsohappy+bird"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/TCDQYDNMoFI/AAAAAAAAB74/-AUjbZKEmx0/s400/notsohappy+bird" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485613457733361746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm gladly dropping my 90 geog essay questions of hol hw like hot rhyolitic magma now to rest (no, never enough) with owl city playing and thinking of the End. And by the End I mean the end of A's, duh. That's the only damn thing JC2s can think about. Anything else is like an mortal sin or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. I shall come up with a non-exhaustive list of to-dos after the A's. Hopefully, I'll keep reading this and it'll keep motivating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The usual; rollerblading/ cycling/ ice-skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The barely-overdone; more ODAC meetings at marina barrage or somewhere with greenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The yet-to-be-attained; Overseas trip with no parents/ teachers! An awesome getaway (my flight from blight) with the best people around a.k.a. my friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The childhood secret; draw my dreamhouses. (Remember the glass tunnel, secret garden, spiral stairs, half-floors and the other stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The irritating girl obsession; SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The almost-done; rockclimbing one-star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The don't-waste-it; Use my open water diving license somewhere, sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The don't-lose-its; Memories, I mean. Print my favourite 20 photos and put them somewhere with the other photos. And of course, find my whole baby photo album which is, apparently, lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The ODACian spirit; Sleep outdoors watching the stars (I know this sounds awfully cliched but there's a reason why it is so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The nerd spirit; Spend an entire day at the library, reading random books. And learn a new skill somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The artsy-fartsy; Paint my room wall. With real wall paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Kickin' it ol' skool; Get a glass bottle, write a love letter and bury it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Bob the builder; Build something that will live longer than me. Or plant a tree. Or just make a kite and fly it at marina barrage or something. Nevermind the stares, cos I've done worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The Cheshire; Smile at 20 random people in a day. Avoid the adolescent males, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The neopoint-grubber; Earn 100000 np in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. [edited/] Ex-1A04 gathering as promised to Vincci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, it's nearly midnight and my nose is still killing me. Makes me feel all woozy with blocked ears and runny/ blocked nose and perhaps blocked brain. If only I had the same stamina as my nose to run a real marathon (something way more than the Nike Human Race) or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-7076616884785968353?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7076616884785968353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=7076616884785968353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7076616884785968353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7076616884785968353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/clearly-i-am-passerby-but-ill-find.html' title='Clearly I am a passerby but I&apos;ll find a place to stay'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/TCDQYDNMoFI/AAAAAAAAB74/-AUjbZKEmx0/s72-c/notsohappy+bird' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-4272133145295515032</id><published>2010-06-20T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:37:51.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SR ODAC'/><title type='text'>I'm queen of hearts, you're my king of clubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/TB4V49aZ_uI/AAAAAAAAB7w/d-0AyEsQt_Q/s1600/36729_403895817419_524252419_4298239_4052882_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/TB4V49aZ_uI/AAAAAAAAB7w/d-0AyEsQt_Q/s400/36729_403895817419_524252419_4298239_4052882_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484845464486018786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to Marina barrage again with the ODACians! :D Mostly seniors lol. Didn't get sunburnt this time! 'cept my finger. Very odd, yes. Camwhored as usual then dinner at sukiya though was broke ( was supposed to go home for dinner so didn't bring dinner money ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's Father's day, went to this seafood restaurant to eat, and it confirmed once again that Singapore has really really bad customer service. And I'm definitely not being picky; I'm like the most tolerant of bad service in the family already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I havent started on my hol hw. Let alone study. I foresee my doom. For A's, obviously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-4272133145295515032?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4272133145295515032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=4272133145295515032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4272133145295515032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4272133145295515032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-queen-of-hearts-youre-my-king-of.html' title='I&apos;m queen of hearts, you&apos;re my king of clubs'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/TB4V49aZ_uI/AAAAAAAAB7w/d-0AyEsQt_Q/s72-c/36729_403895817419_524252419_4298239_4052882_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-3305984576845549202</id><published>2010-06-16T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:32:01.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hear my earworm'/><title type='text'>Wedding dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/BsHOawyRcsc/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BsHOawyRcsc&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;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BsHOawyRcsc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always had a soft spot for songs with piano in it. HAHA, and when taeyang dances. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah yesterday was joanna's bday! :D (unglam) pics on Fb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-3305984576845549202?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3305984576845549202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=3305984576845549202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/3305984576845549202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/3305984576845549202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/taeyang-wedding-dress-hdyg-edit-mv-eng.html' title='Wedding dress'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-7850874902622186794</id><published>2010-06-12T20:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:32:33.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hear my earworm'/><title type='text'>The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift</title><content type='html'>Had sleepover at Joanna's again! :D&lt;br /&gt;We totally found joy in the randomest words, videos, songs, pictures, food, whatever. And her bed has a gravity of some sort, it won't let you get up. :/&lt;br /&gt;Went TM to follow Joanna grab her tics to her vasantham fantasy (HA) then homee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I've got random things to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; The YOG song by JJ Lin is horrendous. I refuse to accept the fact that it's for my country and that SAC girls are in that disgusting MV. Totally misfitting, I must say. (Been wanting to say this for real long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I've been kinda unwell these days... I think I'm down with the....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BIEBER FEVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ass.&lt;br /&gt;Overrated kid.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, now I've said it, I'll leave him alone along with his preference for older girls. And forgive him for making a fool of Ludacris in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;. (He just didn't look cool anymore in that MV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; I love Alyssa Bernal! Her cover of Hallelujah was amaaazing. Got me hooked. (: Go search her up on youtube or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; I'm pretty sure I'm the only Constance Cher in the WWW. HAHA. Awesome huh. But if you try googling my name expect to see french stuff popping out. Apparently both my name and surname are french. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I think Cher means dear?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like besides the name of that oldie singer)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-7850874902622186794?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7850874902622186794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=7850874902622186794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7850874902622186794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7850874902622186794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/fourth-fifth-minor-fall-and-major-lift.html' title='The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-2176506354474520988</id><published>2010-06-08T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:53:23.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-2176506354474520988?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2176506354474520988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=2176506354474520988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2176506354474520988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2176506354474520988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-5553332096719993609</id><published>2010-06-07T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:28:25.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elle-oh-elle'/><title type='text'>laugh out loud.</title><content type='html'>HAHA Edward Cullen is so inspiring. I first saw this on polyvore really long ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; width: 400px; height: 400px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cry_baby/set?.embedder=576828&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=10232465"&gt;&lt;img alt="cry baby" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnhDT3pBS2Q0M2hHajFXSjMwWlY0M2cAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="cry baby" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today, I saw this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 16px; font-size: 0.75em;"&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; width: 400px; height: 400px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/heehee/set?.embedder=576828&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=19438009"&gt;&lt;img alt="heehee" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnFnT3RxNDF4M3hHWUE1LUUybW5GUGcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="heehee" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/" style="position: absolute; bottom: 4px; right: 4px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fashion Trends &amp;amp; Styles - Polyvore" src="http://cdn.polyvore.com/rsrc/img/logo_embed_alt_63x21.png" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" title="Fashion Trends &amp;amp; Styles - Polyvore" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAA. OMG. Entertainment of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/heehee/set?.embedder=576828&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=19438009"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-5553332096719993609?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5553332096719993609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=5553332096719993609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5553332096719993609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5553332096719993609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/laugh-out-loud.html' title='laugh out loud.'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-6912570480393205986</id><published>2010-06-06T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:11:28.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><title type='text'>Molly moley moleosophy</title><content type='html'>As proof of my shameless boredom (I'm supposed to be working on my U to A grade miracle), I googled moles.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Slap me, seriously. Anyway, I found that I've:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;A mole on the left side of the forehead of lady indicates a pious lady, elegant in appearance. A black mole is not good. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(yeah mine's black, at the hairline -.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mole on a woman's forehead indicates wealth and good children.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(That's nice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;A mole on the right eyebrow of a man indicates that he will be wealthy. Early marriage to a beautiful and devoted woman. Good fortune, property and social status through wife. Also indicates journeys and good business.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(why got nothing for women leh? Mine's where the arch falls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;For ladies a mole on the cheeks is considered a beauty spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; But it makes her sexy, passionate, and desirous and blesses her with comforts. She is loved by her husband and is very popular in society and amongst friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(Awwh, thankew!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mole on the left cheek of a woman is auspicious. A red colored mole means a rich lady; a green-colored mole denotes the woman acquires ornaments; if honey-colored or brown she will be wealthy. A black mole makes the woman marry a man of her choice and she leads a happy married life but is a selfish lady. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(Black again, but I've got an issue distinguishing brown from black)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Moles on the left shoulder indicate that he/she will be of a quarrelsome nature.&lt;br /&gt;The general character of a man or woman having moles on shoulders and hands may be described as being mentally stable and kind-hearted. They have extraordinary capacity to mix with and type of personalities, are of a secretive nature, have a soft corner for the opposite sex, but frequently fail in love affairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;A mole on the left shoulder of a woman is auspicious. It denotes a happy and honored life, having good children, loving her husband with passion. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(Whoa again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;A mole on the left forearm of a woman gives her success in all efforts, happiness, courage and fortune. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;A mole on the left wrist of a woman means she will be wealthy, well versed in domestic affairs and may be an artist&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(Artist! I knew it! HAHA kidding.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://forum.singaporeexpats.com/ftopic26453.html?t=26453&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still got more moles, and second opinions are required for CR. So yeah. Okay I'm bullshitting for my bored venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next website,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mole beside shoulder: This mole indicates that you have the responsibility of taking care of your family. It also indicates that you will be good at that and will be rewarded for that later on in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mole on forearm: -You cannot keep any secrets because you love to gossip.&lt;br /&gt;-You are a happy person and it is likely that you are or will become prosperous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(I put two cos the pic doesn't have a defined-enough elbow. -.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mole on wrist: You have some unstable traits and have a tendency to spend too much money.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(Haha a bit lah uh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mole behind knee: You have great interpersonal skills and therefore it's easy for you to make friends. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(In the sense that I can't judge, so everyone's a nice fella until someone else pollutes that view, yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source 2: http://www.personal-development-coach.net/moles-on-body.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt; So all in all, the condensed traits are:&lt;br /&gt;I'm/ I'll be wealthy, have good children, popular, selfish, quarrelsome, have good interpersonal skills, secretive, successful, will love my husband with passion, have a good and honoured life, well-versed in domestic affairs, possibly artistic, have some unstable traits and a spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I don't even think anyone bothered to read all this.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you, too, are insanely bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/29165418-6912570480393205986?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6912570480393205986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=6912570480393205986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/6912570480393205986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/6912570480393205986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/molly-moley-moleosophy.html' title='Molly moley moleosophy'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-7716429447038960249</id><published>2010-06-06T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:33:00.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hear my earworm'/><title type='text'>DJ Earworm - United State of Pop 2009 (Blame It on the Pop) - Mashup of ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/iNzrwh2Z2hQ/hqdefault.jpg);" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&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;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iNzrwh2Z2hQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh so hooked! This guy's mad awesome, I'd never come up with such a perfect mashup omg.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me a little of orientation too. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-7716429447038960249?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7716429447038960249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=7716429447038960249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7716429447038960249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7716429447038960249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/dj-earworm-united-state-of-pop-2009.html' title='DJ Earworm - United State of Pop 2009 (Blame It on the Pop) - Mashup of ...'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-5773790449690405259</id><published>2010-06-05T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:35:42.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're falling off the edge again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/TApfpiNDSwI/AAAAAAAAB7o/Wy8G942v-PM/s1600/bones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/TApfpiNDSwI/AAAAAAAAB7o/Wy8G942v-PM/s400/bones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479297063810452226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A ghastly picture, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;But the meaning's deep.&lt;br /&gt;It made my hair stand on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-5773790449690405259?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5773790449690405259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=5773790449690405259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5773790449690405259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5773790449690405259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/were-falling-off-edge-again.html' title='We&apos;re falling off the edge again'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/TApfpiNDSwI/AAAAAAAAB7o/Wy8G942v-PM/s72-c/bones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-1389033353809428436</id><published>2010-05-31T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:46:51.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><title type='text'>Time to lose and time to choose</title><content type='html'>Ahh, today, was rather eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, (not-so-eventful), was class phototaking. The two most 'outstanding' (not sarcasm, but outstanding in an.. unconventional way) guys in the class totally missed it. And the phototaking was so informal I didn't know it was even phototaking at all. I thought for fun one, before the real thing. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the class went to Hougang mall for Subway, and I got scammed. Paid like a dollar fifty extra cos of some order screwup. But heck lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now here's the more juicy part.&lt;br /&gt;We were taking the bus back from school, and the bunch of us were just standing at the bus' standing area with my back facing the aisle. Suddenly this old man came up and stepped on my calf and sat back to his seat, laughing and talking hysterically. In english, yes, but half of it sounded like total gibberish. I could pick up "chicken leg", "so cute", a gazillion hysterical laughs that go literally like HOHOHO, and erm, idk. So freaky lah. And he was being that way the entire trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt traumatized at first, then when I suddenly remembered 'chicken leg' I started giggling uncontrollably. Idk why, sounds amusing lol. Bijal was laughing too. And my giggling made Rebekah laugh. I think he wanted to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice calf muscles on your leg&lt;/span&gt;. HA. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were alighting opposite the school, he said "Why so fast go back uh? (more gibberish) I massage your leg (gibbergibber)" Scary yet amusing, seriously. Reuben then went to tell him "Can you shut up?", which made the old man flare up with more gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this incident occupied us the entire walk back to school and a bit in LT5 where we had the P's rally. KJ said he was a bomoh (HAHAHA) and i-forgot-who said he was talking to another man in front of him, wearing the same black specs, so maybe they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;posessed&lt;/span&gt; by the specs (triple HAHAHAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. I attract all kinds of unwanted personalities. From train/bus fare-asking people (LOTS) to weird old men. EEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: The Reuben Theory suggests that people with moles in their eyebrow will become famous. I have one in my right brow eh. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's kind of it already. Last one is that I went to Tangs after the rally to buy MY &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRED PERRY SHOESSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;!!! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;Finallyyyyy. I remember I first fell in love with the FP logo (I know, so weird right) when I was in sec school. Ahh, gratification. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-1389033353809428436?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1389033353809428436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=1389033353809428436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1389033353809428436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1389033353809428436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-to-lose-and-time-to-choose.html' title='Time to lose and time to choose'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-4724624335389634135</id><published>2010-05-30T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:33:55.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><title type='text'>Women can't park, men can't pack.</title><content type='html'>Yeap been really relaxing this entire week. Sworn off my books (temporarily) with almost no effort at all. Duh. HAHA. So besides going out, been fooling around in polyvore, and been to the library like yesterday and borrowed one book. The Psychology Of Stereotypes. :D Interesting much, the first one was The Aggressive Shorty. HAHAHHAHAA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing is caring, so whether you give a damn or not I'll share with you my polyvore works. No compliments expected, really. JUST SEE LAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/browse.sets?.mid=embed-car-576828&amp;amp;_out=embed&amp;amp;display=car&amp;amp;displayOptions=%7B%22withBy%22%3A0%7D&amp;amp;size=l&amp;amp;uid=576828" style="display: block;" frameborder="no" height="320" scrolling="no" width="354"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed-find-576828&amp;amp;id=576828"&gt;Find me on Polyvore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-4724624335389634135?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4724624335389634135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=4724624335389634135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4724624335389634135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4724624335389634135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/women-cant-park-men-cant-pack.html' title='Women can&apos;t park, men can&apos;t pack.'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-833180761936906348</id><published>2010-05-29T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T11:03:43.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><title type='text'>Oh my ears and whiskers</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Alice: Do you think I've gone round the bend? Am I crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Father: (touches forehead) I'm afraid you have gone absolutely bonkers. But&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you a secret; All the best people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveee Alice in Wonderland. Been my favourite childhood story along with Wizard of Oz and another kid storybook I had and treasured so dearly I kept it under my pillow but really can't remember the title, just the scene of her sitting in a tree swinging her legs, and entering some magical world. Anyone who has any idea what book I'm talking about PLEASE tell me. (Although I'm not bearing much hopes cos it's so old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly. the new Alice in Wonderland isn't that good. Visually pleasing but it just doesn't share the same feel as the original. Probably cos it's slightly more.. goth? Idk. Movie-wise, Wizard of Oz is still the best of classics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly hate growing up all over again. You gain in experience, and gain in that darn nostalgia phenomena that it gets slightly agonizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I had a damn disturbing dream last night. And it seemed super real, and I was later relating the whole disturbing-ness to my friends, which made it more real cos I would do that in reality, not usually dreams. Omg. I feel so perturbed.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-833180761936906348?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/833180761936906348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=833180761936906348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/833180761936906348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/833180761936906348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-my-ears-and-whiskers.html' title='Oh my ears and whiskers'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-6506361836655213276</id><published>2010-05-28T12:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T10:14:15.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SR ODAC'/><title type='text'>Beyond cliche</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:28;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:28;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PLEASE. I've seen/heard of this same line at least 10 times this week already. Facebook, blogs, wherever. It did sound rather pleasant, in the dreamy-idealistic way at first, but after, it just came across as a &lt;em&gt;damsel-I-need-a-shooting-star-to-wish-upon-to-get-me-out-of-my-distress&lt;/em&gt; kinda thing. No offence meant, really, the song's nice I know. BUT seriously. Originality, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, past days have been fruitful! Yesterday was ODAC AGM (finally after a double postponement) and was awesome! Pizzas, snapples, polaroids, songs and presentations by some J1s (honestly I doubted the J1's sincerity as a &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; cos half of them weren't present but I believe it's partly the school's fault for scheduling all the surveys, phototaking etc. This is only directed to those who were absent because they didn't want to at all).&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I step down with the heaviest heart ever. Love the photos taken in my ODAC shirt with all the ODACians and ODAC teachers, the notes, the book and the pen. (:&lt;br /&gt;Will miss ODAC super much, no, more than that. &lt;em&gt;Infinitely&lt;/em&gt; much. Oh well, all good things come to an end and I don't care I will come back and visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY ROCKCLIMBING ONE STAR?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm so gonna ask ms liu when I see her in school. Although I know it's rather late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't afford the GSS anymore. Just blew 70plus in a day with joanna and her classmates. And I can't dig further into my savings without feeling the pinch. Eeeee. ):&lt;br /&gt;Gotta resort to cheap thrill now. VCDsquared gathering pleeeease! And Joanna wanna slack at the library again? Msg me people :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-6506361836655213276?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6506361836655213276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=6506361836655213276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/6506361836655213276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/6506361836655213276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/beyond-cliche.html' title='Beyond cliche'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-8583179644775174130</id><published>2010-05-23T20:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:38:34.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:42;"&gt;Look at my commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in front of the tv watching the &lt;em&gt;Wizards of Waverly Place&lt;/em&gt; movie on Disney channel eating ban mian when I'm supposed to be at &lt;strong&gt;Ritz Carlton &lt;/strong&gt;eating, well, something else. Cos I wanted to clock in the extra hour for geog. Well I wasn't supposed to be in front of the tv but wowp is too tempting. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha but Selena Gomez is so cute. She accidentally falls onto a sandcastle and goes "Oh! The castle needs a princess" &lt;em&gt;*goofy laugh*&lt;/em&gt; "No? Okay, sorry"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-8583179644775174130?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8583179644775174130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=8583179644775174130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8583179644775174130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8583179644775174130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-at-my-commitment.html' title=''/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-2565108356429891302</id><published>2010-05-22T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T14:19:11.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><title type='text'>It's time to roll over</title><content type='html'>Argh, keep thinking about random stuff these days. Can't keep my mind focused on geog, now that that's the last paper. 3 more hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll keep it short, since I figured I ramble too much when I'm procrastinating from studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still vacillating between going to back to Vietnam or staying in SG and going out with Belinda when she comes from Aus. I missed out the campfire last year cos I was running a fever and was supposedly sleeping upstairs but was in fact up and awake and rolling in misery thinking and hearing all that I was missing out. But if I go then Belinda will be bored for one week in SG and the trip won't really be subsidized. ): HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut my hair short or keep it longer and maintain? (I'll bet every girl thinks of this, cos I constantly do every few months or so.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still refusing to sit down and study. I must've been a mule in my previous life or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-2565108356429891302?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2565108356429891302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=2565108356429891302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2565108356429891302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2565108356429891302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-time-to-roll-over.html' title='It&apos;s time to roll over'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-6375262170476917234</id><published>2010-05-18T18:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T14:18:13.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam mayhem'/><title type='text'>I've got it down to a simple art</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472576062162832498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/S_J-7v-FjHI/AAAAAAAAB7g/8rWNS5mknZw/s400/z65831122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;centre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've given up on history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maths.&lt;centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've sat for 11h and 15mins of papers, in just two days. Today was pretty much a tragedy; an expected one. But I suppose constantly moping around is gonna make me a very annoying person cos I myself can't stand it anymore. Only three more papers! 8h15mins more of insane writing ( although not so for history cos I won't have any content). Bleh, I got a blister on my thumb from writing and it hurts. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I realised how anti-France my mac dictionary is. Just look how they construct their sentences to illustrate a meaning. LOL. Oh well, Americans..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-6375262170476917234?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6375262170476917234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=6375262170476917234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/6375262170476917234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/6375262170476917234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-got-it-down-to-simple-art.html' title='I&apos;ve got it down to a simple art'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/S_J-7v-FjHI/AAAAAAAAB7g/8rWNS5mknZw/s72-c/z65831122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-9197564354724382673</id><published>2010-05-15T08:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T12:15:24.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam mayhem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'>mugmugmug</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:42;"&gt;I still can't study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how people can sit there for hours and be so focused. I've only covered plate tec so far. Outta like what, how many books? 24?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, MYE is in 2 days. And schools just like torturing arts students by lumping two papers in one day, with one paper being 3 hours long, and pushing all the papers in front cos apparently our scripts take bloddy damn long to mark. 3 hours of non-stop writing. I'd rather get a headache from a 1h15min physics paper. Why, why did I take arts? WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still still &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; can't stop procrastinating! Is it in my genetic makeup or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-9197564354724382673?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9197564354724382673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=9197564354724382673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/9197564354724382673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/9197564354724382673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/mugmugmug.html' title='mugmugmug'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-3175619453476850343</id><published>2010-05-08T17:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T18:22:27.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because when we were little, we dreamt biig.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am amazed at how far and quirky creativity can go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this. Freaky?&lt;br /&gt;It's just a &lt;em&gt;sticker&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/S-U3sRS_46I/AAAAAAAAB7I/6xbH5IUxjpk/s1600/Cool-house-fence-stickers-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468838556208194466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/S-U3sRS_46I/AAAAAAAAB7I/6xbH5IUxjpk/s320/Cool-house-fence-stickers-15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are uberly cute, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/S-U3ryohHBI/AAAAAAAAB7A/jnR9egx6Pn4/s1600/a97016_g012_2-bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468838547976952850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/S-U3ryohHBI/AAAAAAAAB7A/jnR9egx6Pn4/s320/a97016_g012_2-bathroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you see, there is nothing wrong or childish with liking stickers at this age. No need to feel a little overgrown when you're looking at stickers and a mum beside you says to her 5 year old &lt;em&gt;"let jiejie choose first".&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And something larger than stickers. &lt;strong&gt;Houses&lt;/strong&gt;. Honestly I once aspired to be an interior designer or something or that sort. I drew dreamhouses without limit. But I say, none can ever hold a candle to &lt;em&gt;these&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/S-U3rvfexLI/AAAAAAAAB64/V1CjyyPxutQ/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468838547133744306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/S-U3rvfexLI/AAAAAAAAB64/V1CjyyPxutQ/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It looks way better than something out of a Cat in a Hat movie. Plus it's &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/S-U3rAPB8FI/AAAAAAAAB6w/8d4bahx_tfA/s1600/coolest-house-ever-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468838534448279634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/S-U3rAPB8FI/AAAAAAAAB6w/8d4bahx_tfA/s320/coolest-house-ever-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/S-U3q3oSDcI/AAAAAAAAB6o/2WtDogsteJM/s1600/tumblr_kxie4bJOCe1qa3r4uo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 109px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468838532138274242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/S-U3q3oSDcI/AAAAAAAAB6o/2WtDogsteJM/s320/tumblr_kxie4bJOCe1qa3r4uo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More details here! &lt;a href="http://www.coolgadgetconcept.com/coolest-house-ever/"&gt;http://www.coolgadgetconcept.com/coolest-house-ever/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been willing my time away today looking at all the cool/crazy/awesome stuff online. Opportunity cost? Studytime. MYE is like, next week and I haven't started. Loan me a plane to one of these houses please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-3175619453476850343?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3175619453476850343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=3175619453476850343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/3175619453476850343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/3175619453476850343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/because-when-we-were-little-we-dreamt.html' title='Because when we were little, we dreamt biig.'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/S-U3sRS_46I/AAAAAAAAB7I/6xbH5IUxjpk/s72-c/Cool-house-fence-stickers-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-8793379650930797889</id><published>2010-05-01T11:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T12:44:37.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><title type='text'>When we collide, sparks fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll189/constancecher/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SleepWhenYoureDead.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll189/constancecher/SleepWhenYoureDead.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:18;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This should be every school's slogan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-8793379650930797889?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8793379650930797889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=8793379650930797889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8793379650930797889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8793379650930797889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-we-collide-sparks-fly.html' title='When we collide, sparks fly'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-4741300870912809994</id><published>2010-04-29T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T10:12:15.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'>Sick as a dog</title><content type='html'>Early release from school again. And I hate the hassle of getting &lt;em&gt;BOTH&lt;/em&gt; CT and year head to sign. You know how hard it is sometimes to find them? Don't get what's the big deal anyway. That's the thing with this school. Every damn thing is fussed upon. We're 17 and older. Trust our maturity please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was pretty funny when Mr Tian thought I was crying. LOL cos I couldn't find any HOD to sign the form and asked for his help to call any HOD he knows of that's free atm. So he did, and told the HOD I was crying, and when she came, she was like, &lt;em&gt;Chey early release form only why must cry!&lt;/em&gt; I was like &lt;em&gt;huh? I got flu!&lt;/em&gt; HAHA epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flu bug, please go away. I hear coughs in almost every class and lecture. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-4741300870912809994?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4741300870912809994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=4741300870912809994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4741300870912809994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4741300870912809994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/sick-as-dog.html' title='Sick as a dog'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-2866734913803685985</id><published>2010-04-25T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T10:10:04.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><title type='text'>Cheezy pizzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/S9QiWHYpUuI/AAAAAAAAB6g/KwIp0YZzSb4/s1600/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464030011242140386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/S9QiWHYpUuI/AAAAAAAAB6g/KwIp0YZzSb4/s320/pizza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just ate pizza for dinner for two consecutive evenings. And calories was the last thing that came to mind. (:&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these that I feel so content. Girls my age always try to stay or become slim and I really don't get why. I'm happy to be me and I'm happy to eat what my tummy likes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-2866734913803685985?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2866734913803685985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=2866734913803685985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2866734913803685985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2866734913803685985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/cheezy-pizzy.html' title='Cheezy pizzy'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/S9QiWHYpUuI/AAAAAAAAB6g/KwIp0YZzSb4/s72-c/pizza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-2849890510484235729</id><published>2010-04-23T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T14:37:20.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><title type='text'>Today,</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll189/constancecher/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;amp;current=quote193.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll189/constancecher/Decorated%20images/quote193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so ironic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-2849890510484235729?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2849890510484235729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=2849890510484235729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2849890510484235729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2849890510484235729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='Today,'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll189/constancecher/Decorated%20images/th_quote193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-4667834266226089226</id><published>2010-04-21T15:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:22:32.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SR ODAC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'>When I was a child, everybody smiled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s288.photobucket.com/albums/ll189/constancecher/?action=view&amp;amp;current=o169772003-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll189/constancecher/o169772003-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks have gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't been that happy, but neither am I very stressed.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the not-so-good. Which is actually perhaps just a rant of a clash of ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was just an ordinary schoolday, ordinary lecture, and I was feeling unordinarily thirsty. Obviously I took out my waterbottle and left it there for the sake of convenience. But as we were moving out of the LT, I left my poor waterbottle there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to it? Thrown away by some teacher whose name I shall not mention cos I believe it wasn't entirely his decision to do so. (I found out cos people saw him doing it, and told me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day was the release of the A level PW results. Still slightly disturbed about my bottle but heck, cos it holds little value in the context of results. But instead of seeing the PW HOD on the stage, we saw the principal. With trashbags, on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzling huh. He said those bags contained whatever we left behind after lectures. (Yes, including my bottle). He went on to describe how cleaners are always 'armed' and ready to clear anything left in the LTs after every lecture. Why? So we have a clean environment to study in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poppycock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think a blue adidas waterbottle makes a lecture hall look dirty? No, I hardly think so.&lt;br /&gt;And he said 'after every lecture'. Coming from a P who so proudly advocates the importance of chance, why do students not even have that tiny little portion of his big &lt;em&gt;Chance&lt;/em&gt; to take whatever they left behind? So what was his point anyway, of displaying those bags of 'trash' on the stage? Heard it but didn't absorb it cos it didn't make sense to me. But I see it as an absolutely unnecessary measure. It's like "Hey everyone, let's be so enthusiastic about collecting 'trash' in the school today, cos the P's gonna talk to the school about trash tomorrow!" &lt;em&gt;Biiiig&lt;/em&gt; deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making a big fuss out of a small bottle (although it's more like him making a big fuss out of everything). I just don't see what this P sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I got an A for PW&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something more optimistic: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ODAC Great Hike!&lt;/span&gt; The J2s (shift 2 game facils actually) were damn slack. Cos it rained and we had no more duties so we &lt;em&gt;cabbed&lt;/em&gt; (while the others walked) straight to the meeting point. Haha not like I didn't go through the torture in J1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really really disappointed when the cemetery night walk was cancelled. Our recee in mr kok's car was awesome (honestly I think only I think so cos the other girls were freaking out so badly they nearly sank into the car seats).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that wasn't that good was the size of the J1 ODACians. Mad huge. Such that some J2s had to sleep on benches and the floor. Kinda pissed the teachers and J2s off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rockclimbing's NOT CANCELLED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE STAR (after kayakking)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-4667834266226089226?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4667834266226089226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=4667834266226089226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4667834266226089226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4667834266226089226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-i-was-child-everybody-smiled.html' title='When I was a child, everybody smiled.'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-4386759371709030515</id><published>2010-04-11T12:09:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:27:15.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:36;"&gt;I am not afraid of storms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;for I am learning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:40;"&gt;how to sail my ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can do this. Procrastinating would only let the waves push you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-4386759371709030515?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4386759371709030515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=4386759371709030515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4386759371709030515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4386759371709030515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-not-afraid-of-storms-for-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-1003717244080430381</id><published>2010-04-02T09:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:27:15.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><title type='text'>Catchphrase of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:70;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:70;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:50;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;about it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing this in tutorials, lectures (for maths it's more of a "think abourit), and texts almost everyday this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the sudden surge in popularity for self-reflection? Have i done that much shit to self-reflect everyday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-1003717244080430381?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1003717244080430381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=1003717244080430381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1003717244080430381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1003717244080430381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/catchphrase-of-week.html' title='Catchphrase of the week'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-7878007556594494311</id><published>2010-03-29T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:27:15.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><title type='text'>I've got this feeling, fire blazing, and it's hot just like the sun</title><content type='html'>I was just finding a rare moment to sit in front of the telly and slack on a Sunday afternoon, when I switched to Nickelodeon. Spongebob Squarepants was playing. So the initial reaction was like &lt;em&gt;Hey! Haven't watched it in eons!&lt;/em&gt; (FYI SS used to be one of my fav cartoons, I would go high and laugh, mentally or physically, at it). So I let the remote rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after like, 5mins, I got &lt;strong&gt;bored&lt;/strong&gt;. My brain was itching for something more &lt;em&gt;educational&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This,&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;appalling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*mortified face*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-7878007556594494311?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7878007556594494311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=7878007556594494311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7878007556594494311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7878007556594494311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-got-this-feeling-fire-blazing-and.html' title='I&apos;ve got this feeling, fire blazing, and it&apos;s hot just like the sun'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-9037481255667699947</id><published>2010-03-20T16:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:04:13.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SR ODAC'/><title type='text'>Imma find cupid and put him in a headlock</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in two whole weeks! HAHA I got my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Common tests. (2 + 1 day but spread across a week)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just gonna pass GP and only GP again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Mount Ophir! (12- 14 march)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was nothing much compared to Fansipan in Vietnam actually. Not much rock to climb, mainly just trekking as in walking up and down. Quite boring, and I felt like killing the trees around me when I found out there wasn't gonna be the absailing part anymore. Cos that was the only part I was looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was alright on the whole, the best part of course being eating at the summit. Looked a bit like Fansipan's, with the clouds and boulders. The climb down was tougher with the rain, but thankfully Group 4 was leading by quite a bit, so yeah, didn't have to endure that much. I didn't even fall this time HAHA &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks to toot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campsite was somewhat much more civilised than expected. I seriously thought we were gonna do what we did in Vietnam; pitch tents in the middle of some forest. LOL. And no, we didn't bathe in then waterfall hahhahaa. Plus we had real toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, when it rained, the horror awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our climb we went back to our tents, hoping for a nice warm and dry place to seek refuge. But &lt;em&gt;noooo&lt;/em&gt;, what was waiting for us wasn't that, but a reservoir instead. Thankfully my bag was somewhat waterproof, and although I just chucked everything inside in the morning before we set off, leaving it unzipped, most things were dry. Some others had their everything wet. Should be counting my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the toilet, hoping for at least a nice wash. So we rushed to the toilet, and saw hundreds of flying insects in the sink, and in the showers. And I don't know why the sexism, but the guys toilet barely had this problem. AND the girls' toilet had murky water coming from the taps but not the guy's. Weird. But the guys let us use their toilets and showers. :D No more freezing in the rain and getting bitten by the darn flying insects! Haha I admit I wanted to go home so badly I nearly cried. Spoilt brat right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our tents were wet and it was still somewhat raining. So where did we sleep? Supposedly in the main hall, which was pretty much just concrete floor and a roof, and was where we cooked. Then along came a at-least-20cm centipede (got chased by it while walking earlier) and the park rangers decided to rent us huts. LOL. Blessing in disguise huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning was already time to leave. Final check on everything then washed our tents cos the bus was uber late, then the 3hour plus journey back to SG. Rain greeted us upon our return. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. CIP at Peiying Primary, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Instructor for their pupil leadership camp (one full day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the only CIP which I got a cert for! Was awesome fun and I experienced lots. Joel Ong and I were in charge of Group 7, a cute bunch of primary 3s to 5s, and one assisting p6 prefect. Funny how they call me teacher when I'm not one lol. I'm now a somewhat experienced OGL! Haha taken care of JC1s (actually my age but academically younger), and primary school kids! And I still miss the Vietnamese children..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cos my mac's air port suddenly poof-ed into thin air. (I'm using the other laptop now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's supposedly March hols now, but it's so accepted to be a null one by now. Monday was drying of ODAC tents, followed by P's rally, then tuesday was VCDsquared reunion at Vanessa's house! Finally! Haha our cheesy name sticks. Then Wed was CIP as mentioned, then dinner at TM with Joanna. Thursday was Pegasus OGL reunion, but woke up late and didn't go lol, rained anyway. Friday was just slacking in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well-spent (relatively) on the social aspect but workpile-wise... uh. I still got Econs, History and Maths homework. Haven't &lt;em&gt;started&lt;/em&gt;. Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-9037481255667699947?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9037481255667699947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=9037481255667699947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/9037481255667699947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/9037481255667699947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/03/imma-find-cupid-and-put-him-in-headlock.html' title='Imma find cupid and put him in a headlock'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-7897340324852946269</id><published>2010-03-06T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:31:21.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><title type='text'>Cause when the sky's the darkest, you can see the stars</title><content type='html'>Common test's a day away. And by Tuesday I'd sat for my GP, History, Econs and Geog papers.&lt;br /&gt;School feels like a Japanese bullet train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, I can't find my Cold War book. Awesome. My best chapter just did a disappearing act. My throat thingy is back again, and I keep sleeping when I'm supposed to study. My brain seems overheated cos the thermometer says 37.5degC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm complaining again, yes. But at least I'll move on after my rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I passed Chinese. No more Chinese for real this time. Had a Pass for orals again, C overall. Apparently my tongue ain't that 'motherly'. Kay lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I came up with a cold joke while stoning during history lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which country's government is the skinniest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Japan. Cos they got the Diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Rebekah laughed. And I admit I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which race is the most indecisive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ans: Indians. Cos they shake their head whether it's yes or no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, it's not racist. Lame at most. Cos some of them really do that. I find myself inevitably doing that when I fake the accent too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I miss last-minute chionging for exams with Joanna at Tamps library and slacking with bubble tea after. ): I hate being on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mount Ophir on the 12th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-7897340324852946269?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7897340324852946269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=7897340324852946269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7897340324852946269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7897340324852946269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/03/cause-when-skys-darkest-you-can-see.html' title='Cause when the sky&apos;s the darkest, you can see the stars'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-3425122982956007442</id><published>2010-03-03T22:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:31:21.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><title type='text'>I don't need a telescope to see that there's hope</title><content type='html'>This is a once in a blue moon thing: It's the middle of a schoolweek and I feel energised at 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going online's like a weekly affair now. It's no longer a daily luxury. JC2 really is madness. Sometimes at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh anyway, my NAPFA got gold again! Yayayyeyeyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking what to do for tmr's presentation. Something personal. Hmm, I don't know. Was thinking about sharing the lessons I've learnt throughout my life so far but that'll be quite draggy and time-consuming to prepare. No idea how it'll turn out like too. Now's like 11 plus already. And my geog essay outline is uncompleted, still awaiting my attention in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last resort would still be the SRGCE photos I guess. Never really had a chance to discuss them in detail. Miss the kids there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I got to remind myself I'm in J2 and common tests start monday. And I'm still still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;procrastinating. &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/29165418-3425122982956007442?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3425122982956007442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=3425122982956007442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/3425122982956007442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/3425122982956007442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-need-telescope-to-see-that.html' title='I don&apos;t need a telescope to see that there&apos;s hope'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-3306937916868212499</id><published>2010-02-16T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:34:40.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Why do teachers give so much work knowing that CNY is for visiting and not rotting at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;racial insensitivity &lt;/span&gt;as I told Jeryl. But sadly, it can't really be used here in SG unlike in Adelaide, cos teachers are Chinese themselves, and we are the majority.&lt;br /&gt;I hate homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, why do I procrastinate so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-3306937916868212499?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3306937916868212499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=3306937916868212499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/3306937916868212499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/3306937916868212499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-1523259595409422967</id><published>2010-02-15T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:31:21.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><title type='text'>To watch the dandelions fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/infinity%20pool/earindil5/cozumelcondojune07127.jpg?o=64" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 435px; height: 326px;" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p293/earindil5/cozumelcondojune07127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a really really big temptation to fly away to somewhere, Idk where and Idc where, after my 'A's.&lt;br /&gt;Like a Great Escape from 12 years of educational hell for real. With loved ones, for sure. Not my family. I've been overseas with them lots and it's boring to the core. The generation gap's the culprit I suppose. So maybe my girlfriends, no parents. And maybe some 'bodyguards' hahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I've been dreaming of an overseas trip for years now, and SRGCE was the closest I could get. Now, I just want a trip with no school-ish constraints, and plain fun with the one/s I love. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok or Phuket maybe. Somewhere with budget airlines haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had a funny dream last night. Scuba diving, a weird plant, a daughter called Ashley. (:&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/29165418-1523259595409422967?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1523259595409422967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=1523259595409422967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1523259595409422967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1523259595409422967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-watch-dandelions-fly.html' title='To watch the dandelions fly'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-8427932751399105955</id><published>2010-02-15T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:31:21.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><title type='text'>Don't trip off the glitz</title><content type='html'>The first day of CNY/ Vday is overrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine the millions of western-influenced Chinese couples around the world groaning about how they're forced to make Vday their opportunity cost cos they're Chinese after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How paradoxical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our everyday lives, Western practices take precedence over our traditional ones. So much so that we grumble when we have to just be Chinese and do what Chinese do, or rather, used to do.&lt;br /&gt;And I admit I'm one of those people. I'm typing in English, my first language is English, and I hate CNY songs.&lt;br /&gt;Americanization is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Vday was celebrated on Thursday with Friendship day and it was really apt. Cos in SAC every year's Vday was like a major Friendship Day with everyone giving everyone else sweets and chocs and other little stuff. JC's a bit more different, like it's really more reserved for couples or crushes and whatnot. I got 3 balloons and a rose and chocolates! And other little things from friends. So sweeeeeet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sidenote: I just realised today's total defence day cos of the damn loud siren. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY celebrations on Friday was the usual stuff, but I'm thankful for the early dismissal, which was not that early for me cos i stayed back a while to do my due GP hw. Spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that exciting cos not everyone was sporting enough to wear their 'home clothes' to school. Last year's J1s (a.k.a. my batch) were more sporting during Thanksgiving. Oh well, maybe they're not 'warmed up'  to show their outside-school persona yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So CNY visiting has been rather boring, probably a common opinion from Generation Y. Angpaos are beside the point. Cos everyone loves money, and I haven't gotten more than $200 this year. Cos i can't get any from my maternal side (FYI, you can't give angpaos if there has been a recent death in the family), so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. My nose is always runny, my throat is always sore. I should go back to Vietnam cos when I came back from there, I had no runny nose at all for two weeks straight. How cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-8427932751399105955?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8427932751399105955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=8427932751399105955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8427932751399105955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8427932751399105955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-trip-off-glitz.html' title='Don&apos;t trip off the glitz'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-6873413508205147113</id><published>2010-02-07T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:11:18.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even if the sky is falling down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PEGASUS WON! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after idk how many years of being 'losers' the amaaazing 2010 freshies and of course OGLs made it happen! It's like Cetus third, Aquila second, and we were all damn confused cos we were expecting those two to win, but&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; noooo, we&lt;/span&gt; did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyeyyyyyy! I'm so proud now hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll miss P3 loadsss! S1 also. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To OG P3, (whether you guys will read this or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys really remind me of myself last year during my own orientation. That enthusiasm and joy of making new friends and just letting yourself enjoy orientation before JC hell starts. Thanks for giving me this awesome experience as your OGL and I hope you guys feel the same! As in from the freshman point of view, haha. Keep in contact always and I'm sure you guys will organise your own OG outings (like me last time) and love P3 always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As for S1,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really apprehensive about this class cos I'm like a total arts freak and you guys are 4H2 science kids. And true enough, it was pretty hard to click. It took me much more effort than P3 and by the second day with the class I was feeling quite sucky as an OGL and we definitely have different views on school and life. Maybe some or most of you feel like it's the same thing. Like life = school life. But to me, life is just life. School is but a small part of it, so live it in every way, with friends, family, anyone around you. And I looked around, and couldn't get why some of you guys won't just let yourself enjoy this orientation fully. Only a handful were. The council planned like crazy for this, the OGLs are sacrificing our lessons and time and voices, and all you guys had to do was to enjoy yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by the last day, you all proved me wrong. To the core. I saw you guys really playing and laughing and talking to each other and just having fun. It just took you guys a while more to bond, I guess. It was just really heartwarming to see all of you in this different light. Hope you guys bond even more, eat together, mug together, play together and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;score as 1S01!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And thanks for the lessons I've learnt from leading you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, orientation is officially over, so J1s, welcome to hell. HAHAHHA. Okay lah, I played all the way and only accepted hell a week before my promos. I'm a retard lah. Don't follow my footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just went to Meredith's church yesterday, and only like Jeremy from the OG came. Sky also, but he's a fellow OGL. Sad. LOL. Had steamboat and ice cream, then the usual youth service stuff like songs and sharings, chatted a while then homeee. And I realised Randi's from that church too hhaha small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A LOT A LOT TO CATCH UP! I abhor homework. OGLs should be given extension till next week. I insist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-6873413508205147113?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6873413508205147113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=6873413508205147113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/6873413508205147113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/6873413508205147113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/even-if-sky-is-falling-down.html' title='Even if the sky is falling down'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-2506155689773313748</id><published>2010-01-31T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:40:38.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! What's the big ideaaa?</title><content type='html'>Finally online after a vair vair busy week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially orientation preparation and the real thing on thurs and friday. Was damn nervous at first, and I felt like i sucked really bad as an OGL on the first day. But the second day was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG P3, I think you guys are daaamn cute and very on for freshies! But too bad we didnt get to take an OG pic as planned cos we ended at different times and i got scammed so no lollipops for you guys. Oh well, hang on to the contact lists and keep in touch kay? And always love Pegasus and ride on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been missing and still will be missing lotsa lessons so I hope I have the almost non-existant self-discipline to catch up on my own. Maybe staying at Nurul's house will pressure me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay I just want all the best for the next whole week of orientation 2010! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-2506155689773313748?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2506155689773313748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=2506155689773313748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2506155689773313748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2506155689773313748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-whats-big-ideaaa.html' title='Hey! What&apos;s the big ideaaa?'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-4532932359863104735</id><published>2010-01-17T14:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:35:40.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SR ODAC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><title type='text'>Stuck on replay</title><content type='html'>Spamming chocolates from my birthday. Yeap, haven't finished them. All the sweets and chocs and lollipops. Ahh, I scared I become diabetic uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa stuff have happened and I haven't got down to real blogging and the result is that I've forgotten everything already. Nothing much for the past week though, start of the routinist school term. Been going home late everyday chiong-ing my holiday hw and no, I haven't cleared them. That's how much there is. Kay, I'm very naggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;6Jan, Marina Barrage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Jessica, Vanessa, ChunWei, Junqiang, Wanru, Yuanlin and Ona!&lt;br /&gt;The sun was crazily sadistic and gave us all really bad sunburns. HAHA but better than rain! And there's no ODACian scared of the sun right?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flew kites for the first time in my life, not much success but it's alright cos it was awesome fun. Picnic-ed for a quite a while, camwhored, then yuanlin and ona came with icecreams so the rest of us decided to go get them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for daaaamn long. HAHHAA cos we were looking for the shop, but started exploring the gallery instead and camwhored hundreds of pics. Wanru's camera damn spammed, go see Fb haha. Fiiinally was done, and got our icecreams. They got high singing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paddlepop&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. Camwhored even more when we got back, flew kites again, then vanessa and I left. And I'm lazy to upload pics lah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-9Jan, OGL camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was damn unwilling to go at first cos we had to reach there before 7am, and cos I had not much enthusiasm left as I mentioned before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it all turned out better than expected, although it rained on the first day and we were just playing orientation games which honestly suck quite a bit now that I'm no longer a freshman. Made a couple of friends from Pegasus and good news, by the end of the first day I regained lotsa new enthusiasm. HAHA ride on Pegasus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed half of the second day so there wasn't much, then the last day was just showing our walk-in and learning the new college dance which is kinda cute. Lollipop by Mika's the song. I like. (: Learnt the college pioneer song too, and practised the college anthem for dno what. All went to macs to eat and make our Peggy identities then went out with toot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thanks Joanna for the two nights, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s I shall not blog about my own normal days out, haha might be too boring for you the otherpeople.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11Jan, Start of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a yucky first day cos I hadn't completed a single holiday assignment. Haha, serious. And the teachers were just grounding rules, expectations and that we're having a sucky first day cos we're already in J2, our A level year and stuff. Wasn't that draggy though, cos intros helped kill lesson time. Got new lockers, and mine's right at the bottomright of the column. Sucks, got to squat down everytime I open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember anything else, on 12th Jan too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13Jan, Outdoor PE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was awesomeeeee. Mainly cos there're no lessons but besides that, it was kinda fun. I had to face my biggest fear on the first station already. Biking. And everyone expected me to be good at cycling cos I'm in ODAC and we did night cycling and all that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but nooo&lt;/span&gt;, I suck. Eh but I won in the end! :D So proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second station was quite.. screwed up. A2 damn cunning. No actually I believe it was their CT, not them, who came up with such a devilish plan that we started screaming CHEAT at them. And we had to vs them for the third station too. Oh well, no grudges anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last station was kite-making! Could offer help cos of my experience at marina barrage hahaa. Failed anyway though. But who cares it was fun. Class lunch at KFC, then went home with toot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;15Jan, Art museum with ODAC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked at really cool art pieces but didn't have much time to look at everything in detail. Made sculptures! My group one cutest can. Cos my idea. HAHAHA I'm big-skinned. Better than someone who made balls on his sculpture. -.- Somemore say cos 'ODAC is not for the faint-hearted'. HAHAHA damn toot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at BK, finally got my turkay bacon burger again. But their bacon downsize a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt;. ):&lt;br /&gt;Had company all the way home. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-4532932359863104735?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4532932359863104735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=4532932359863104735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4532932359863104735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4532932359863104735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/stuck-on-replay.html' title='Stuck on replay'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-2719744559976264339</id><published>2010-01-14T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:29:27.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three words</title><content type='html'>Today was epic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-2719744559976264339?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2719744559976264339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=2719744559976264339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2719744559976264339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2719744559976264339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/three-words.html' title='Three words'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-5325596738329117053</id><published>2010-01-04T11:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T11:58:36.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live the list'/><title type='text'>Reflections of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;This post will be really honest I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally right? Like after a week of procrastinating I'm finally doing this. And btw, if you realised this blog has no pics as of late, it's cos my mac can't upload pics from my phone. So we got narthing to see. Wasted, really, cos what's a yearly post without pictures that really do speak a thousand words? (some, at least).&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, maybe I can manage with the power of the written word alone. I'll try. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2009 has really really been the most eventful. It seems cliche, doesn't it? Saying this year after year. But it really does feel like it. Each year just gets better than the previous while growing up.&lt;br /&gt;I'll prove it. I'll try to recall all the things that made it better than 2008. The firsts, and the bigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Joining ODAC has really changed my life the most this year. Why? It's my first time joining a sports-related CCA, and it's the first time I love a CCA sooooo darn much. Being in Drama in sec school was probably one of my biggest mistakes. I'm just not a drama girl at heart.&lt;br /&gt;The next points till point 17 will be ODAC-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. First time scuba-diving, &amp;amp; getting a real license for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. First time I tried with so much grit and determination to learn how to cycle and manage to do it! Right on the day of ODAC night cycling too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. But as a result it's the first time I got so many scars from one single activity. My first scars actually. Who cares anyway? Cos I completed 42km on bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Oh and cycling at Pulau Ubin too. First time falling down a slope and scraping my hand so badly. Evidence on facebook, photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. First time gettting Gold for NAPFA! Okay ignore my primary school one please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. First time I'm sooo motivated to prove to others I'm fit, COS I'M IN ODAC. And people really believed I'm fit. (: Okay I'm guess I more or less am lah, but hey! I never did sports before coming to JC! Serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. First time completing 14km in 105mins straight! (WILL Run '09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. First time running a marathon (Nike Human Race) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;completing it on time. To me, it's ODAC-related for certain reasons. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. First time having so many awesome bros around me, from ODAC. And thanks guys, for taking care of me, especially during cycling trips. Really, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Of course the girls toooo! Thanks for making me not feel left out like I &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(CONFESSION!)&lt;/span&gt; did in drama last time. I love all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I just have to add this in as a separate point. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE ODAC.&lt;/span&gt; It's like a big family and despite conflicts here and there we still get together as the ODAC family and do tons of awesome stuff together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. First time kayaking 16km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. First time going for actual swimming lessons. And getting called an 'inter-idiot' by my coach cos I already had my intermediate swimming cert but totally forgot how to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. First time involved in booths like the ODAC Wii one on Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. First time going to Bukit Timah so many times I can almost call it my third home. (But also cos of LaoCai training.) I'm probably gonna miss the weekly trainings there. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. ODAC Great Hike! Bloddy forgot omg. First time walking for an entire day and evening, from nature reserves to Bukit Timah to reservoirs. I think we conquered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 50km. Amazing shitz for my unfit body in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Now for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lao Cai trip&lt;/span&gt;, preparations and all! My first overseas school trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. First time being an assistant group leader (as far as I can remember) and being so enthusiastic about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. First time learning Vietnamese. AND GETTING AN &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; FOR THE TEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. First time conquering a mountain, the highest one in the whole of Indo-China at that. (3 143m)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. First time sleeping at -3degC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. First time having to pee behind a bamboo tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. First time twisting my right then left ankles three times in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. First time having such a high fever at 38.8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. First time taking a plane and overnight train with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. First time having a homestay in rural Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. First time bathing with cold water 2 days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. First time visiting Friendship Village and interacting with the victims of Agent Orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. First time performing a Vietnamese song. Okay I was just holding the paper water and grass most of the time but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. First time visiting a Vietnamese school and painting their walls with really cheap 'paint'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. First time teaching these kids how to brush their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. First time trying to interact with Viet kids despite the language barrier. They are really cute ttm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. First time ploughing the land and sowing seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. First time eating Viet food in Vietnam. (my auntie's viet too but she cooked different Viet food when we visit her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. First time being asked if I'm Viet. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. First time I was applauded for perseverance. Cos of my ankle thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. First time receiving so much care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Now, more generic ones from school. My first time in a JC! SRJC! HAHHA&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; DUHHHH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. First time being in a really cool arts class. 1A04'09!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. First time having guys in the clique. Somewhat clique lah, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. First time being in a mixed school. Sounds so noob, but yeah, SAC where got guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Thus, having someone(s) in the school like me. Some are ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. First time having a crush and get crushed back but end up in a total flop. Thanks to me, I admit. But I learnt a major lesson from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. First time getting close to all my classmates. Except one or two lah. Heck. They are unwilling parties. Not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. First time staying up till 2am for schoolwork. PW, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. First time I really think my GP is kinda good actually. :D In SAC it was just like mediocre? Maybe cos the standard in SR isn't that good. I hate to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. First time failing after trying to study. Seriously, I barely tried for O's, slept through my A.Maths, dropped my pure bio, crash studied the night before/ morning itself, and I got into a JC. And I camped at the library half a week before promos and I still failed. Oh well, I'm going up to J2 after all anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. First time fufilling my freshman dream of being an OGL. But honestly have retained very little of the enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Millionth time I've been in the same class as Desiree Lee Hui Ern! This, is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;, not a first. I love you girl! The letters you gave me yesterday were damn sweet. (: And I wanna say you're a big factor to making my 2009 awesome. Bus rides to and from school and sticking together in school and everything. Without you I'd feel really alone and lost, especially in the start of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. First time organising class outings! Failure much but it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. First time feeling insecure cos of another girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. First time I hated a subject so much. Econs, congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. First time staying so darn far from school! I miss my 5-min walks to SAC. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. This is random. But it's the first time I feel macho. HAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. First time going into A&amp;amp;E after running, slipping on wet floor, falling backwards and hitting the back of my head. But I was fine. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. First time being a PE rep! And I passed my BEC. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for now! LUNCH! bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. First time I loved someone so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-5325596738329117053?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5325596738329117053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=5325596738329117053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5325596738329117053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5325596738329117053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/reflections-of-2009-resolutions-for.html' title='Reflections of 2009'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-7937787533425560850</id><published>2010-01-03T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:36:38.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'>Honey honey, how he thrills me</title><content type='html'>Been MIA cos I've been going out, what else. HAHA means now you got stuff to read! But I feel lazy now. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st December, New Year's eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated with the LaoCai trip people at Mind Cafe and although only like 9 people came in the end, it was awesome! Everything from the games to the tomyum chicken pasta to the present(s). (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry the brownie went to waste, it was diabetic. HAHA thought that counts. Diabetic thought. Sweet ttm. Then the toot shoebox thing. Asking if it made me happy is a redundant question. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around a bit after that, then went somewhere after walking around, slacked, then went to Toa Payoh to watch Sherlock Holmes. Snuck in lotsa snacks and were probably irritating the people with our munching. Don't care, birthday girl does anything. TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home, and started our trek to the floating platform again (and on our way we heard fireworks but saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naarthing&lt;/span&gt;. -.-), then left cos there were too many to-be-drunk bangladeshis getting a bit high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoned at the playground below TF's house and I fell asleep as expected lol, then went upstairs to sleep, before waking up at 6 to go see the sunrise. But apparently the floating platform offers nothing much of a view. Oh well, the experience was awesome anyway. Went home to nap, before going out to meet Dewaine, Vanessa, Alina and Sarah! Finally after how many eons we meet again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Eighteen Chefs at Eastpoint, gossiped truckloads man. We weren't finished with gossiping still so we went to the top floor to gossip more. HAHA horrible right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with family at some chinese restaurant which made me a bit pissed cos I didn't really like it there and I definitely chose a different place earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING: RANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every single eat-out meal with my family sucks, cos they all love food which I hate. Don't know where the hell my taste buds came from, cos it was definitely not inherited. They always go to places I hate. Especially seafood places, then complain I'm picky and I eat too little and ask in absolute disbelief why anyone can hate seafood. Stupid question of the year. It's as dumb as asking why I'm asian. Certain foods, you like it or not. Simple. There's no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;. If I suggest someplace I like instead, I get called selfish, cos it's 3 vs 1. And I'm not allowed to be selfish even on my birthday. A once-in-365and1/4days thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, done. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;uary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent the Sarawak trip people off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;4 more days. ): Must survive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-7937787533425560850?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7937787533425560850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=7937787533425560850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7937787533425560850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7937787533425560850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/honey-honey-how-he-thrills-me.html' title='Honey honey, how he thrills me'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-30198971452459837</id><published>2009-12-27T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:56:42.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a ride with chance to my side</title><content type='html'>Ahh, and today's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vanessa's birthday&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ENOUGH! MY TURN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time of the year where i see everyone else turn 17 before me again.&lt;br /&gt;Neh-mind. Patience. Less than a week more. Not like I know how I'm gonna celebrate it if I'm even going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just received Vanessa's christmas card. But this year it's from Vaneesa Chee, not Lee. HAHAHHAA Vanessas are so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crossing my fingers and praying I don't get weird presents. It must be hard thinking of one for me though. I don't express overt affection for objects and I'm not the girly sort to like stuffed toys or flowers. So yeah, good luck.&lt;br /&gt;I really really don't mind just one hand-written card. It feels so much more genuine and personal and maybe even intimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another failed day of attempting to do my hw. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-30198971452459837?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/30198971452459837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=30198971452459837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/30198971452459837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/30198971452459837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/taking-ride-with-chance-to-my-side.html' title='Taking a ride with chance to my side'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-8199051187443484032</id><published>2009-12-26T00:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:31:21.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jibber jabber'/><title type='text'>I need my medicine, and the cure ain't aspirin</title><content type='html'>Yeah just came home after meeting Dewaine, the ex-bday girl cos today's Boxing day already.&lt;br /&gt;Means it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeryl's birthday&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;December is festive ttm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was channel browsing two days back and stopped at MTV's Top 10 x 10, Hour 9 sexiest guys. It was already countingdown at 4th, Taylor Lautner, who starred in Twilight. And somehow the little voice from the corner of my head was threatening the screen to not let me see Robert Pattinson on the list. All was fine, until it came to the top position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, he got it.&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Sparkles got it. Say ewwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I just don't get the appeal of pale men sparkling in sunlight, and look so convincing watching girls sleep in the dead of the night that I'm almost sure he does that off-screen too. He just looks freaky. Oh well, looks are one of the most subjective things in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Pattinson fans sink your teeth in me if you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Imma go sleep already. If not I'll end up waking up at 2pm again like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH, I need some kind soul from 2A03 (class 2010) to send me a COMPLETE list of homework. My brain just refuses to register homework. Cos it never did since primary school. Ask Joanna a.k.a. sec4 seating partner about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-8199051187443484032?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8199051187443484032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=8199051187443484032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8199051187443484032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8199051187443484032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-my-medicine-and-cure-aint.html' title='I need my medicine, and the cure ain&apos;t aspirin'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-5768890789233595299</id><published>2009-12-25T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:38:14.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elle-oh-elle'/><title type='text'>Planet earth turns slowwlyy</title><content type='html'>Yay it's Christmasss!! And it's also&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Dewaine's birthday&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha sorry guys, if i didn't reply any of your xmas texts. I was half asleep and too lazy to move my fingers,  even though i was awake till 4.30am. I crashed when i went home man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay at the floating platform and got a lot of mozzie bites again but it was fun watching the  stars and clouds at night. And I got my first present already. (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that reminds me, I got scammed while christmas shopping. Neh-mind. It's worth it for my fwens. It's the season of giving anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on the 23rd at lucky plaza there was the most spastic Santa i ever saw. Damn funny. He went all ecstatic dancing spasmodically and laughing in hohohos. And the best part? He just said his last 'Merry Christmas!' and walked off. Like yeah, just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walked off&lt;/span&gt;. To where, I don't know. HAHAHA abrupt much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the birthday girl later! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-5768890789233595299?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5768890789233595299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=5768890789233595299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5768890789233595299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5768890789233595299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/planet-earth-turns-slowwlyy.html' title='Planet earth turns slowwlyy'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-6611088815465717453</id><published>2009-12-20T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:36:53.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We can go anywhere</title><content type='html'>I wanted to do step training today followed by holiday hw but I've done neither. I'm still a procrastinator. But I think I ate smth bad cos I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berak&lt;/span&gt;-ed three times today already. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just talking to ZL and i thought of next year's class again. Honestly I'm not looking forward much to it. The fun people I've been hanging out with and these people who entertain my class outings aren't going up with me (except des, ah ben and kj). Plus the class will be damn small next year. I'm almost dreading it. I don't even wish to mention the stress in J2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really try to be positive. Trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Abigail's house yesterday to do stuff for a very special group of people. Haha, supposed to be a surprise so I shan't disclose any details. Then Abi went for a musical with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone &lt;/span&gt;damn happy uh. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a busy day again! Things just pop out in the month of December. Especially church plays and musicals. But tomorrow's both the OGL bonding/ discussion session from afternoon till night, as well as celebration of hoong's and SY's bday, also a whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity cost is gonna be the OGL outing i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Don't really feel like bonding with the pegasus OGLs anyway. Reason not to be discussed here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-6611088815465717453?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6611088815465717453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=6611088815465717453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/6611088815465717453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/6611088815465717453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-can-go-anywhere.html' title='We can go anywhere'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-218735606285750481</id><published>2009-12-18T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:26:12.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SyuTdGCNJGI/AAAAAAAAB54/WmtTkdIAyWc/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SyuTdGCNJGI/AAAAAAAAB54/WmtTkdIAyWc/s400/DSC00493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416585104888505442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lao Cai pics are up on Facebook! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up bloddy early this morning for a 10-min OGL briefing in school lol. Took 2 cabs for that. -.- But the first didn't know the way so he dropped me off. Double -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussed stuff after the briefing on somewhat our own accord. Found out who most of the other Pegasus OGLs were. I think that's enough said for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to macs with Jessica and Nurul then back to school to get Desiree and our rollerblades and off to ECP!&lt;br /&gt;Alas, my 6-month craving for rollerblading, satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think my blades too tight already. Needa buy new one after A's next year when I'll be sure to start rollerblading again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked and chatted by the sea for hours,  then went to PP's Borders with the initial intention to get a new pencilbox but thy didn't sell the metal ones so Desiree and I went to read some random books. Psychology was my choice of course. Alongside a couple of other random books of which my attention span lasted less than 10% of the book. Ahh I still love Psychology. I learnt new stuff today! Like how the definition of Psychology is the science of the behavior of organisms. And the Sigmund Freud guy. And how psychologists can be anti-psychiatrists as shown in the study where 7 psychologists attempted to be warded into a mental hospital and acted normal, giving the only symptom of abnormality as 'hearing voices'. When they later admitted to being normal, it took 3 weeks for the staff to be convinced. When told of the study, 19 genuine patients were then suspected by the staff as normal.&lt;br /&gt;I read all these only once through, so if there're any errors, uh, yeah.. I don't know why I just regurgitated everything anyway. I just got carried away. If only my memory worked this way while I study for geog, history and ECONS.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I'm going to J2, never having passed a single test or exam for Econs. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met toot for dinner, slacked at home, then toot went home.&lt;br /&gt;Tootnight! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-218735606285750481?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/218735606285750481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=218735606285750481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/218735606285750481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/218735606285750481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/losing-touch.html' title='Losing touch'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SyuTdGCNJGI/AAAAAAAAB54/WmtTkdIAyWc/s72-c/DSC00493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-6746012852894593136</id><published>2009-12-17T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:45:31.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I'd get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs</title><content type='html'>Back from Vietnam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit different after these 9 days. In a good way, I guess. Learnt many many lessons, but I feel like I'm starting to forget them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first realised the change when I was reading back on my blog posts. I guess I can sound damn irritating sometimes. Especially when I'm ranting lol. Maybe I should stay simple and down-to-earth as when I first started blogging. Like really blogging, probably sometime in december 2007 when I was in Aus trying to document my precious days there. I forget my purpose of my blog way too often. I just wanted to keep my memories and thoughts somewhere, before they get washed away to that desolate, forsaken corner of my brain. Not to entertain in any way, or to insult anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I was blind to my irritatingness for so long lol. Don't know what happened in Vietnam to make me see this when I come back. A bit no link uh. HAHA oh well. Life lessons work in deep ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyway, my 9 days there was pretty awesome, with 3 days of climbing Fansipan, 3 days of CIP and homestay, and a day of Hanoi. The rest was like fill-in days with the train, bus and plane. Conquering Fansipan would be the coolest and most obvious achievement, since it's my first mountain to climb. Haha, being Singaporean makes me so deprived of mountains. CIP and the homestay taught me the most, ploughing the land and interacting with Viet kids and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;I can't exactly tell you what I felt and learnt from these events cos lessons've got to be experienced, not told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm pretty lazy and tired and it's almost 1am now so Imma go sleep and try post pics tmr or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALISED BLOGGER NOW SUPPORTS MAC! YAYYYY!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-6746012852894593136?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6746012852894593136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=6746012852894593136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/6746012852894593136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/6746012852894593136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/cause-id-get-thousand-hugs-from-ten.html' title='Cause I&apos;d get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-2502074199482947722</id><published>2009-12-06T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T10:17:33.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will be gone to Vietnam till 15th! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-2502074199482947722?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2502074199482947722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=2502074199482947722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2502074199482947722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2502074199482947722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/will-be-gone-to-vietnam-till-15th-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-1089157684549764982</id><published>2009-11-25T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:04:18.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'>What part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept?</title><content type='html'>Been a no-lifer thus the lack of posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, I'm just superlatively busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-exams are done, but if you think I'm allowed a single week of holiday, you just had the darndest wrongest notion ever. Yeah, 'supplementary lessons'. Just a way of saying 'extension of your everyday school'. Still waiting for news of advancement (or not). And actually from the back of my head I kinda wanna retain. Oh well, I'll let God decide through the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna rant about corrections.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the copiosity of it. I seriously couldn't continue after finishing paper 1 of history cos my pen ran out of ink, and I ran out of paper. No kidding. Try 8 pages per essay, times 5. Don't let me begin on Geog and Econs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More essays&lt;/span&gt; is all I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, what corrections do the science kids do? Zilch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I don't get the point of duplicating answer keys. Especially the case for History. Counterproductive in terms of time, effort, and ink and paper. I could well use that time to study new stuff within the syllabus or actually try having a social life for the first time in 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant over! :D&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda bad that whenever I blog it's to rant about something. Oh well, that's a life of educational suppression for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, been up to nothing much at all, just trainings and lectures.&lt;br /&gt;Trainings' about every alternate day. Both laocai one and ODAC. Don't mind trainings half as much as lectures. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I completed 24km with a 7kg load with track shoes and a schoolbag and suffered nothing but a blister! :D Okay, the blister was pretty bad, it bled but heck, superficial wound. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm ready for army. (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA as if! Not ready for 30kg yet uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAANNNNDDDD, I GOT MY ODAC SHIRT ALREADY! I FEEL LIKE PRANCING AROUND IN SCHOOL WITH IT. MY PRIDE AND JOY. :D&lt;br /&gt;To hell with the people who undermine ODAC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot remember what else I wanted to say already.&lt;br /&gt;So bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-1089157684549764982?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1089157684549764982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=1089157684549764982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1089157684549764982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1089157684549764982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-part-of-our-historys-reinvented.html' title='What part of our history&apos;s reinvented and under rug swept?'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-1602317401398165232</id><published>2009-11-14T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:41:44.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elle-oh-elle'/><title type='text'>Pwned!</title><content type='html'>This is a true story that occurred today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three guys noticed one 'hot' girl in the swimming pool today. Seeing that her boobs were really big, they ogled her for like 15mins or so. I was like "She in the water. Got refraction uh". But I just got called jealous, so I just let them be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after some time, one of the three guys said "Eh, just now that girl right, I saw her doing warm-ups. Turns out it was all an optical illusion. Not that big."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA PWNED TTM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like the artsy student and they're like the sciency ones who take physics (at least one does) to know what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;refraction&lt;/span&gt; is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, bored. That's why I posted a lame story. But it only took me 5mins to type this.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-1602317401398165232?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1602317401398165232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=1602317401398165232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1602317401398165232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1602317401398165232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/pwned.html' title='Pwned!'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-7653654195720349531</id><published>2009-11-11T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:30:32.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>Eek!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pinching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chubbs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-7653654195720349531?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7653654195720349531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=7653654195720349531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7653654195720349531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7653654195720349531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/eek.html' title='Eek!'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-8056131488790052087</id><published>2009-11-10T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:08:35.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'>Back to the sidewalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SvmFj9O2gCI/AAAAAAAAB5o/cbvkzrcCfxE/s1600-h/P10-11-09_12.27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402496080786391074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SvmFj9O2gCI/AAAAAAAAB5o/cbvkzrcCfxE/s400/P10-11-09_12.27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Firstly, I hope I do not give the false impression that I like flowers. They say all girls do. Apparently I'm an anomaly.) But this picture was taken with my chachat ex-8mp phone camera for Jessica. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;I shall rant tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I have nothing better to do at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, cos I got told off for not much of a good reason by two stubby men on two consecutive days. Oh blimey, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was a bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I nearly typed an 'Indian bus driver', but realised it might look racist later on so nah. Anal and not to mention shallow people (which there are more than plenty of) look at negative yet factual statements as a racist one so long as race is mentioned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the story goes somewhat like this.&lt;br /&gt;I was heading to school, so I took the bus. Knowing that the money in my ez-link card was running dry, I decided to pay my bus fare in coins just in case. So yeah, I just did the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the bus driver called me back. In his thundering (and I seriously mean thundering, like freaking loud) voice, and asked if secondary school students had to show their ez-link card. I figured it was a really inappropriate rhetorical question since I was, firstly in my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; school uniform with the school badge prominant enough for that to be seen, and secondly, which service provider asks that sort of question? I thought they only provide answers. But heck, I showed him my card anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think by now you would've thought; that's it? That &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;nooooo&lt;/em&gt;, it has barely started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked me to tap my ez-link card. Which I stared quizzically at him cos I already paid the fare in coins, but I did it anyway. I know, I'm &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; compliant. Then he muttered a whole chunk of incomprehensive English ( maybe that's the thing about the Indian accent; it's so exotic and addictive you can never drop it) then asked me to 'tap and hold there', the last part and only part of the chunk I understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, I was already quite pissed off. Like what the hell, since when was paying my bus fare in coins such a long process? Cos I had been standing there long enough to probably give my PW oral presentation and was holding up all the other passengers' time. Okay, not me exactly, but that &lt;em&gt;(obscene adjective)&lt;/em&gt; of a busdriver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so I just did everything that stub told me in a desperate bid to hurry get on with the bus ride and when it was finally all over and I was walking back to my seat, he told me this.&lt;br /&gt;"Girl, next time you take bus you do this. Don't waste everyone's time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear. If the law were non-existant I'd make sure he'll end up non-existant too. I've never seen such blatant shift of blame before. Not in the tertiary industry at least. Describing him as a pot calling the kettle black is way too much an understatement for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it's over? &lt;em&gt;Nooooo&lt;/em&gt;, still not yet. I think even your patience is running out already. I think normal people would've died by my third para or smth already. HAHA. I think I can win the money for any Boiling Point show man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, so we all thought it was over, till a few stops later, when the bus stopped in front of a traffic light. He then walked all the way to the back of the bus where I was seated, asking another question that totally reflected his state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;"Girl, just now your card still got money right? Then why you wanna pay in coins? You wanna save money is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I did have some money left in my card. Like what, 80cents? So I just glared at him then rolled my eyes and turned to face the window while he carried on rambling away with more pride than a police officer interrogating a criminal.&lt;br /&gt;And he had the bloddy guts to tell me I was wasting his time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that guy has got some severe issues. Should've been nice and offered him some counselling hotline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm lazy to talk about the second stubby guy already. Not worth mentioning anyway. Ask me if you see me if you wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY GOODNIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;NOW YOU KNOW I CAN RANT THE LENGTH OF AN ESSAY. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-8056131488790052087?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8056131488790052087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=8056131488790052087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8056131488790052087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8056131488790052087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-sidewalk.html' title='Back to the sidewalk'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SvmFj9O2gCI/AAAAAAAAB5o/cbvkzrcCfxE/s72-c/P10-11-09_12.27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-3891600387972057393</id><published>2009-11-02T23:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:27:35.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>Every sky is your own kind of blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Su75kB3FXsI/AAAAAAAAB5g/mTKAMAxqk9w/s1600-h/DSC_1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399527400633884354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Su75kB3FXsI/AAAAAAAAB5g/mTKAMAxqk9w/s400/DSC_1469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ankle still isn't okay. So is my flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether I retain or promote means a world of difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OGL? Sarawak? Lao Cai even?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to promote. No actually, I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; promote. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Awwh, I feel happy. An understatement maybe, but just happy will do for now. I don't care what words I use. I know how I feel and that's good enough. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-3891600387972057393?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3891600387972057393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=3891600387972057393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/3891600387972057393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/3891600387972057393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/every-sky-is-your-own-kind-of-blue.html' title='Every sky is your own kind of blue'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Su75kB3FXsI/AAAAAAAAB5g/mTKAMAxqk9w/s72-c/DSC_1469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-5879134296312638434</id><published>2009-10-25T13:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:22:42.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And like a ghost I'll be gone</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nike Human Race&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I run until damn shiok, I swear. I thought my ankle pain would act up again but noo, it didn't! Only &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; the 10km :D First time run 10km straight without feeling shagged. But I got irritated when fat people block the way. I sound damn mean but well, &lt;em&gt;honestly&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, of course SR won the category A. Duh. Nike must hate or love us for being so over-enthusiastic, idk. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have happened lately, but I won't write anything here. :D I'm not so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey people, let me practice&lt;br /&gt;my henna skills on you pleeeaaassee! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-5879134296312638434?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5879134296312638434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=5879134296312638434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5879134296312638434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5879134296312638434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-like-ghost-ill-be-gone.html' title='And like a ghost I&apos;ll be gone'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-743594558406011777</id><published>2009-10-17T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:44:04.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You chase away the storm</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I don't get why my mood can depend on a few, seemingly irrelevant and perhaps, &lt;em&gt;minor&lt;/em&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm fine now, ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy as ever , even though promos are over. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday,&lt;/strong&gt; personal training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;, SRGCE laocai PT/ Viet lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;, ODAC, most likely step trainings from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;, PW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday,&lt;/strong&gt; ODAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday,&lt;/strong&gt; SRGCE again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, chiong PW, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry people, I shall not have a proper social life till november or smth. I do not have a holiday. It supposedly starts in Dec, but 9 days will be spent in Laocai, and the last week in Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'll be in Singapore for my birthday! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MAJOR HINT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I enjoy the busy-ness of it. Cos I'm keeping myself busy with the stuff I like. Yeah, I kinda like running. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got rock-hard quads! HAHAHHA, be envious.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Bukit Timah tmr. 5kg load like the ODAC Great Hike. Exciting! But I'm kinda scared, haven't trained with load since then. Hokay, off to chiong PW. And yes, it's 0036AM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-743594558406011777?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/743594558406011777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=743594558406011777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/743594558406011777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/743594558406011777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-chase-away-storm.html' title='You chase away the storm'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-2579510219316768363</id><published>2009-10-10T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:01:05.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>You're in then you're out</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I feel so pissed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's the first time I feel so affected by something that's seemingly so minor. Urghhhh, frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's so tough to be a woman -or a girl-; we feel ashamed for being too little, yet too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I can't even comprehend myself.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I feel like throwing a chair across the room. Like teacher, like student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-2579510219316768363?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2579510219316768363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=2579510219316768363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2579510219316768363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2579510219316768363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-in-then-youre-out.html' title='You&apos;re in then you&apos;re out'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-9136084941717000914</id><published>2009-10-09T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:01:05.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>Mind the line</title><content type='html'>Just came home from the three-hour talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struck me really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting it to be rather boring, considering I already know most of what I had to, but I realised knowing is a totally different thing from doing the right things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like knowing the exact recipe to how to bake a cake, but when you finish, you realise you messed it up big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary to know some stuff, and scary when you can relate exactly to what the facilitators say. It was enlightening, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, am not gonna say more lest I reveal too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-9136084941717000914?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9136084941717000914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=9136084941717000914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/9136084941717000914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/9136084941717000914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/mind-line.html' title='Mind the line'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-1633946243575458764</id><published>2009-10-07T14:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:01:36.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><title type='text'>We'll blow it away, blow it away</title><content type='html'>I'm bored and in a severe bout of procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My I&amp;amp;R was due 6 hours ago and I haven't started on it. I think it's the post-major-exam syndrome. It's like you've studied like you never had before and when it's all over, you just wanna lie there and be a pig and not do anymore work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was supposed to&lt;br /&gt;a) Go rollerblading with Des and the class&lt;br /&gt;b) Slack with J cos it's her last exam day&lt;br /&gt;c) Play bball with thickness and jialat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;noooo,&lt;/em&gt; I'm sitting here, stuck in front of a computer screen and forced to sit here till I do my bloddy darn I&amp;amp;R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;No one likes PW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I shan't do it now, and post overlyoverdue pics from my mac!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm using my PC, not my mac and about me creating Tumblr and not updating this one anymore, I decided against it. I'm too lazy to be looking after two babies, cos even if I switch to Tumblr I won't be ditching this one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, BLOGSPOT IT SHALL BE!&lt;br /&gt;I'll just grin and bear it and blog with only my PC till blogger upgrades after maybe a mac-users protest. But I doubt that would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dewaine and I 'studying' at the airport's tcc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Ssw_M79RgiI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/62kK8_SHWno/s1600-h/Photo+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389752345541313058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Ssw_M79RgiI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/62kK8_SHWno/s400/Photo+13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J and I imitating the conjoined twins :D&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Ssw_MZpaIcI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/Sr707l2M89k/s1600-h/Photo+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389752336331186626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Ssw_MZpaIcI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/Sr707l2M89k/s400/Photo+17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Ssw_L34JJPI/AAAAAAAAB5I/cFkhRzLTvOg/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389752327266182386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Ssw_L34JJPI/AAAAAAAAB5I/cFkhRzLTvOg/s400/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Ssw_LfFvQfI/AAAAAAAAB5A/4FeYcDrI_Uo/s1600-h/Photo+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389752320612319730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Ssw_LfFvQfI/AAAAAAAAB5A/4FeYcDrI_Uo/s400/Photo+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After running or soccer or whatever it was.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Ssw_K7OnBaI/AAAAAAAAB44/OrCYDYnLKOE/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389752310985852322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Ssw_K7OnBaI/AAAAAAAAB44/OrCYDYnLKOE/s400/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I just have to say this again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE PW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-1633946243575458764?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1633946243575458764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=1633946243575458764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1633946243575458764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1633946243575458764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-blow-it-away-blow-it-away.html' title='We&apos;ll blow it away, blow it away'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Ssw_M79RgiI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/62kK8_SHWno/s72-c/Photo+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-269006700542955651</id><published>2009-10-06T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:01:36.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><title type='text'>Not wrapping this in ribbons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH PROMOS OVER!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I have written on my weekly schedule book,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOTE: Your PW teacher won't let you celebrate. &lt;strong&gt;Do your I&amp;amp;R&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoilerrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there're other happy things!&lt;br /&gt;Like Children's Day!!&lt;br /&gt;Two people wished me and only me okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I went to TM with Joanna and Amanda, the TM people were giving out free popcorn to all &lt;em&gt;children&lt;/em&gt;. This woman just popped out of nowhere and stuffed &lt;em&gt;two &lt;/em&gt;in my arms. Wow, I look doubly much like a kid? Oh and the funny thing was that she didn't give J any, cos she was soooo tall.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I love being a kid. Don't ever ask me to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SstR0uTR5VI/AAAAAAAAB4w/XBC-GS_9mOQ/s1600-h/P01-10-09_20.26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389491345302873426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SstR0uTR5VI/AAAAAAAAB4w/XBC-GS_9mOQ/s400/P01-10-09_20.26.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight so, the past two weeks have been more than hellish, way waaay more, such that the dictionary holds no word obscene enough for it. Tampines library has been my second home, besides school. It reignited my passion for reading, which I happened to lose like since my primary school days or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been eating at Tamps everyday too!&lt;br /&gt;Like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SstRWj1vRsI/AAAAAAAAB4o/yIihZXFGIc4/s1600-h/P23-09-09_14.00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389490827098539714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SstRWj1vRsI/AAAAAAAAB4o/yIihZXFGIc4/s400/P23-09-09_14.00.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA okay, as part of my procrastination, I took some pics. And only these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stack of geog books. Impressive notxzxz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SstRV51SfxI/AAAAAAAAB4g/yX4C0P9aCCM/s1600-h/P24-09-09_17.02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389490815822364434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SstRV51SfxI/AAAAAAAAB4g/yX4C0P9aCCM/s400/P24-09-09_17.02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying from noon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SstRVQZLqXI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/UWBKaaNSRNw/s1600-h/P24-09-09_17.20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389490804698622322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SstRVQZLqXI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/UWBKaaNSRNw/s400/P24-09-09_17.20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;to sunset.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SstRU_fDarI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/RVWPQE6KnvI/s1600-h/P24-09-09_18.47.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389490800159845042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SstRU_fDarI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/RVWPQE6KnvI/s400/P24-09-09_18.47.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with only one wish:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SstRUSa2fKI/AAAAAAAAB4I/J95e4a2XJvE/s1600-h/P26-09-09_19.20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389490788062624930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SstRUSa2fKI/AAAAAAAAB4I/J95e4a2XJvE/s400/P26-09-09_19.20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I set this as everyone's phone wallpapers. Sent via bluetooth. I know I'm so motivating, and so are all of you my awesome fwens! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really miss ODAC!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid stupid disgusting post-promos timetable only gives us 1 hour CCA?! WTP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've absolutely no idea at all how to do I&amp;amp;R which is due &lt;em&gt;tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm just daaaamn lazy to start on it. PW drains my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ran 5km today!! Finally after 3 months or so! Stamina sucks but still, YAYYAYAYYYYYY, oh blimey, I think I'm high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FROM THURSDAY ONWARDS I SHALL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROLLERBLADE&lt;br /&gt;ICE-SKATE&lt;br /&gt;SHOP&lt;br /&gt;READ INTERESTING BOOKS IN THE LIBRARY LIKE &lt;em&gt;'THE FACE OF HUMANITY'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN RUN RUN!&lt;br /&gt;TREASURE EVERY ODAC MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;HANG OUT WITH FRIENDS!!&lt;br /&gt;EAT&lt;br /&gt;EAT ICE CREAM&lt;br /&gt;STEP TRAINING&lt;br /&gt;TRY ORGANISE ONE MORE CLASS OUTING&lt;br /&gt;SLEEEEEEEP LOADS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I now have a life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Skips gaily around the room*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-269006700542955651?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/269006700542955651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=269006700542955651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/269006700542955651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/269006700542955651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-wrapping-this-in-ribbons.html' title='Not wrapping this in ribbons'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SstR0uTR5VI/AAAAAAAAB4w/XBC-GS_9mOQ/s72-c/P01-10-09_20.26.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-5202581269726138510</id><published>2009-10-04T12:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T12:35:36.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam mayhem'/><title type='text'>Take you higher when the world got you feeling low</title><content type='html'>Two more essay papers to the &lt;strong&gt;END OF PROMOS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Oh blimey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been mugging non-stop from last wednesday till this wednesday. I swear those days were the most tedious days of my life. History, Geog, Econs, Maths, they all are major energy-sappers man.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover at Joanna's on thursday after one day of slacking at TM, and sorry thickness, I totally forgot about our overnight studying session.. Tried studying geog again yesterday at hoong's but fell asleep. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe cos I crashed one subject in one day. Try term 1 to term 3's worth of maths crammed into one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did really terribly obviously, so the only thing I can do right now is pray for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I studied 10% of what I'm doing now during my O's, and I still managed to come to a JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another miracle pleeeeaaasee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I bit my tongue &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Bled again. I think my tongue too long, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-5202581269726138510?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5202581269726138510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=5202581269726138510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5202581269726138510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5202581269726138510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-you-higher-when-world-got-you.html' title='Take you higher when the world got you feeling low'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-5596421184659957380</id><published>2009-09-21T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:01:58.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Made Tumblr cos Blogspot is being a fag by discrimminating mac users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will tell ya the url soon, when I start updating after &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROMOS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't study properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I told Joanna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Studying is like running your 2.4km; if you haven't run for years, your timing&lt;br /&gt;will suck. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mugging the whole of yesterday and I only conquered 10pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at &lt;em&gt;least &lt;/em&gt;500 pages more to go for all my subs. So lets see: I'll need 3 x 50hours. 150hours. That converts to 40plus days, considering all other time-consuming stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many days to promos (excluding GP)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygawsshhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-5596421184659957380?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5596421184659957380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=5596421184659957380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5596421184659957380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5596421184659957380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/made-tumblr-cos-blogspot-is-being-fag.html' title=''/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-5977009877816181434</id><published>2009-09-19T12:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:44:20.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><title type='text'>The next page</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Happy&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;belated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;sweeter-than-sweet-sixteenth&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;seventeenth&lt;/strong&gt; birthday&lt;br /&gt;Desiree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA finally got the time to blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;Went to Secret Recipe yesterday cos the birthday girl decided to pon school on her birthday. Vanessa was the 'surprise', haha. I had to lie how many times yesterday uh, desiree? Keep asking if only us two. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Frolick yoghurt then Des and Vanessa went home, while Joanna and I went to study at Tampines library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent almost half an hour choosing three books related to history then started &lt;em&gt;reading&lt;/em&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;Yay for dorky me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahha, so happy I'm finally studying after like two years plus. I'm working harder, waaay harder than I did for my O's. Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at the T1 food court with J, chatted loads, then bubbletea then parted ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-5977009877816181434?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5977009877816181434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=5977009877816181434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5977009877816181434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5977009877816181434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/next-page.html' title='The next page'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-1239409690668244054</id><published>2009-09-12T13:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:24:40.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>Polars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I do,&lt;br /&gt;my actions show the complete opposite.&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/29165418-1239409690668244054?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1239409690668244054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=1239409690668244054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1239409690668244054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1239409690668244054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-like-wind-i-cant-see-it-but-i-can.html' title='Polars.'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-7539961328787855783</id><published>2009-09-11T13:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:06:17.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SR ODAC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'>Oxymoron; my school holidays</title><content type='html'>Okay, not that busy anyway. 'else the teachers would be shooting themselves in their heads. In a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronological blogging again. I'm trying to document my life so that maybe when I die and get famous as the &lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt; girl who can't be moved, they can get my autobiography here. Okay, sorry, I'm listening to the Man Who Can't Be Moved. Ended up typing that down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photog from 1pm till 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, my mac won't let me upload anything. Was the only girl in my group. It's like some kind of tragic karmic fate that my LC group is monopolised by soccer boys. Lucky for TF and Christine. But Christine is in soccer girls too, I think. Ohmygawshh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs lecture early in the morn. Had to stand at the back when I was only like what, 2 minutes late? They got the bloddy guts to penalise us when they're calling us back on a HOLIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when I grow up I'm gonna revolusionise the meaning of holidays in Singapore. Asian countries, if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark my words; I'll make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on a random note, I feel like asking my dear MOE why they haven't been funding my education through edusave for the past couple of years. Every Singaporean citizen has a right to it, they say. Then I'd like to see how they account for my $0.14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP, got back my essay test, the one where I had a migraine halfway through and couldn't spare an ounce of concentration on my words. I failed by a bit, expectedly. But apparently failing GP essays seems common.&lt;br /&gt;But damn it, cos GP is the only thing I can pass consistently. Too bad it's only H1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission X (econs) OP, was the first presenter. Scary. I just ran back from the toilet somemore. Heart was still beating fast. Thank goodness I did okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW consultation after. PW, I swear, is the most redundant subject ever. As though we, JC students, aren't busy enough, let alone take almost non-existing time for pilot testing and preparing all those dumb reports and visual aids blahblahblah. Poppycock. To think it was the subject I was most looking forward to when I was still that innocent, ignorant freshman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, is secret. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But I was eating dinner and talking to D, then I turned back to face front and I saw Augustus Goh smiling at me from the table opposite. I stoned, stunned, for half a minute, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably elaborate on this day some other day, after a special day is over. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; was supposedly Dewaine's house, gym, then airport and shopping for my sandals, but the gym part got cancelled. ):&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, my ankle is kind of injured anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airport, went to tcc with the intention to study, but obviously to no avail. Reading my history lecture book seems an insurmountable task and I can never surive reading 3 pages straight and actually absorbing all those dead facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate History. I rather learn about the present or the future. Sorry, I don't like what's dead and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to White Sands to look for my sandals, but none were nice, so we headed to Ehub. Bought black ones from NUM. I took the smallest size which only had black. It's kinda small, but the next size is a bit loose. Why do I have such odd sizes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KAYAKKING EXPEDITION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majorly excited, haha. Covered 16km. Tedious much. We were mostly against the current. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I had pretty bad chemistry cos our paddles kept hitting each others' lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, NO ONE CAPSIZED! I was expecting to, actually. HAHA. But capsizing is funnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck muscles are aching instead of my biceps.&lt;br /&gt;I have a majorly obvious tanline.&lt;br /&gt;I had that fibreglass thingy on my arms for the first time. Hurtssss. It feel like needles poking me.&lt;br /&gt;My right biceps are soo much bigger than my left. Odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-7539961328787855783?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7539961328787855783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=7539961328787855783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7539961328787855783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7539961328787855783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/oxymoron-my-school-holidays.html' title='Oxymoron; my school holidays'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-1286554913565911891</id><published>2009-09-07T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:44:36.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee! I'm blogging with my Mac! But can't upload pictures. &lt;br /&gt;Damnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;Not even mozilla firefox would let me do so. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-1286554913565911891?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1286554913565911891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=1286554913565911891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1286554913565911891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1286554913565911891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/whee-im-blogging-with-my-mac-but-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-539520050544149391</id><published>2009-09-05T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:38:47.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn, I just remembered I still have a friendster account! Amazing! I thought I deleted it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I did, but I created another one cos Dewaine asked me to, I think. Then it just crawled back into that tiny desolate corner of my mind, doomed to be forgotten. Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I logged in, with the intention of deleting my account, if it really was still there.&lt;br /&gt;And the homepage is not loading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;Friendster is &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; retarded.&lt;br /&gt;I thought the creators might've received some kinda enlightening sometime during the past two years about how pathetic their 'social-networking' site is, but apparently not. Even if they did, it doesn't seem so.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they gave up on it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-539520050544149391?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/539520050544149391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=539520050544149391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/539520050544149391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/539520050544149391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn-i-just-remembered-i-still-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-2964534147128005409</id><published>2009-08-29T15:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T16:36:34.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SR ODAC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><title type='text'>Just went with the flow, let it take me where it goes</title><content type='html'>Yay, pictures finally!&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's a saturday and I'm quite pissed by something and shall protest by not doing homework which would only make me feel a gazillion times worse.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if that sounds childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so, pictures and their stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewaine came over on thursday!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA we practically ran to each other and hugged like some in those cheesy movie scenes. Missed her super badly! She brought Bear along and we went to get bubble tea and caught up with each other then decided to eat at blk85 for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked more, then went home. We only took two pics uh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZrLEpmxI/AAAAAAAAB4A/k_sHT8QUxYc/s1600-h/P27-08-09_19.20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375285490996583186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZrLEpmxI/AAAAAAAAB4A/k_sHT8QUxYc/s400/P27-08-09_19.20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, went to play soccer after school till the sky was this dark (gonna rain again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375285487863567186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZq_Zrk1I/AAAAAAAAB34/mgPeKoF_S8U/s400/P26-08-09_15.20%5B03%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pushups after missing the goal HAHA. I managed to shoot two in! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Missed the rest though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZqbMr63I/AAAAAAAAB3w/rEmJoNNh81A/s1600-h/P26-08-09_15.20%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375285478145387378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZqbMr63I/AAAAAAAAB3w/rEmJoNNh81A/s400/P26-08-09_15.20%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ben!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZpwVaysI/AAAAAAAAB3o/CCD_vAa_zuc/s1600-h/P26-08-09_15.20%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375285466639289026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZpwVaysI/AAAAAAAAB3o/CCD_vAa_zuc/s400/P26-08-09_15.20%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is..random.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZpfpy6AI/AAAAAAAAB3g/O4vuzmBffxE/s1600-h/P26-08-09_15.20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375285462161352706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZpfpy6AI/AAAAAAAAB3g/O4vuzmBffxE/s400/P26-08-09_15.20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Desiree!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZKKo_14I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/2oytcsg4gWA/s1600-h/P26-08-09_15.18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375284923944916866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZKKo_14I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/2oytcsg4gWA/s400/P26-08-09_15.18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we sent Rubez off..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner at Waraku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to take food shots despite knowing my phone quality won't be good, but nevermind. These are the only pics I took with my phone that day anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desiree's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZJtqaJmI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/UE3f90Vl7LI/s1600-h/P16-08-09_18.11%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375284916166207074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZJtqaJmI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/UE3f90Vl7LI/s400/P16-08-09_18.11%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KJ's 'pizza'. LOL, we were arguing whether it was a prata or pizza. I think it's a crepe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZJdIfrdI/AAAAAAAAB3I/BILfR_lQ2Ps/s1600-h/P16-08-09_18.18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375284911728995794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZJdIfrdI/AAAAAAAAB3I/BILfR_lQ2Ps/s400/P16-08-09_18.18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ben already digging in.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZI49XvgI/AAAAAAAAB3A/pHcvi91x9fs/s1600-h/P16-08-09_18.18%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375284902018661890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZI49XvgI/AAAAAAAAB3A/pHcvi91x9fs/s400/P16-08-09_18.18%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reason why I take so long eating pasta is cos I do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZIUMEyhI/AAAAAAAAB24/9pF6QMeWB6Q/s1600-h/P16-08-09_18.22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375284892148222482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZIUMEyhI/AAAAAAAAB24/9pF6QMeWB6Q/s400/P16-08-09_18.22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Step 1: Twirl spaghetti/ linguine/ whatever pasta is on the plate.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: CHEESE! Go crazy with it.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Chilli. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay, this is so redundant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;/ yesterday was hiking at Bukit Timah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA YES, AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the rocky path is daaaaamn cool and damn fun! I love climbing. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to play basketball before that somemore. Before hiking already look like some sweaty pig. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was pretty hyper throughout though. Except some parts at the steps. Some steps higher than my knee man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supposed to have another hike at BT next saturday, but it's cancelled. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took the majorly slow and crowded bus from BT to Bedok inter. On the bus there were so many foreigners (from the uh, two most populated countries in the world) and this really really fat (omg, 'fat' is a severe understatement) boy. Arini was feeling really terrible cos of fasting.. I'll probably die or something if I fast. Seriously. I must eat around the clock one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a freaking pervert on the second bus home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eeyuck. Don't wanna think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GP test in school today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had some impromptu interview after that. Damn scary. Video somemore. But! It's top secret so none of you shall know what it was about. Only WH, TH and maybe two more people shall know for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quote my text msg:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fine lah. I'll just, you know, sit here and rot. Maybe if I sit here long enough I'll become mouldy like the mouldy aunty (from the The Shining).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so pathetic omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-2964534147128005409?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2964534147128005409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=2964534147128005409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2964534147128005409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2964534147128005409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-went-with-flow-let-it-take-me.html' title='Just went with the flow, let it take me where it goes'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SpjZrLEpmxI/AAAAAAAAB4A/k_sHT8QUxYc/s72-c/P27-08-09_19.20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-6149840544372185181</id><published>2009-08-24T21:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:41:55.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:24;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New blogskin!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted my time. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Should've been doing my History essay analysis.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Eh, 427 posts for this blog already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-6149840544372185181?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6149840544372185181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=6149840544372185181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/6149840544372185181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/6149840544372185181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-blogskin-i-wasted-my-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-9006674273037229091</id><published>2009-08-21T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:56:38.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><title type='text'>Catching lightning</title><content type='html'>I totally forgot what I wanted to say. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random start then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been injuring my muscles pretty often lately. Quite stupidly also. Ahh, superficial or otherwise wounds are like an everyday thing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss dance!&lt;br /&gt;Didn't appreciate it at all in sec1 and 2. Today, I was sitting there, watching the people dance, and me pouting away.&lt;br /&gt;So I gave in after like 20mins, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Made my muscle pull which was almost recovering already even worse. Meh. Tomorrow got Bukit Timah hike somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me; I've been busy 24/6.&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays are no longer my luxury man. Monday to Friday = kill brain cells in school (but alternate days also got PE and ODAC), then Saturday= muscle-making day.&lt;br /&gt;Then Monday to Friday also = muscle-aching days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is sleep-in day, of course. But that said, it's only sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the bastard who invented homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received my third letter of reminder of the year. I'm screwing up damn a lot. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I'm moving in to stay with Joanna!&lt;br /&gt;COOL NOTXZXZXZXX?&lt;br /&gt;And when I say stay, I really mean stay. Like eat, sleep, do work, poopy, stone, talk, uh, eat, yeah everything there! Maybe come home for weekends or something. :D&lt;br /&gt;Not like I spend much time at home anyway. Come home to bathe, do work then sleep only. Worse than hostel. Time spent in school is seriously more than what's spent at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember anything else I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;I know I had a burning desire to blog some stuff. But, alas, my brain is failing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right,&lt;br /&gt;sorry Chris, for makig you stay up till 1am waiting for my email, HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-9006674273037229091?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9006674273037229091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=9006674273037229091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/9006674273037229091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/9006674273037229091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/catching-lightning.html' title='Catching lightning'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-4548901603011432054</id><published>2009-08-16T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:28:43.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick the daisies fine</title><content type='html'>Day was at the airport to study then send Rubez off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I laughed very hard.&lt;br /&gt;But it was also the first time the guys and Des saw me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't known Rubez for very long. Not as long as Desiree. But half a year with her was good enough.&lt;br /&gt;She's the most genuine, compassionate and cheerful person I've personally known, and I thank God for having this friend, however short-lived it has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As to why I broke down at the very last moment, I'm not sure..But I'm glad I managed to control it till she left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone has a fear of being alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which is why God gave us a family, and taught us how to make friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we love these people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When these people leave us, one by one, we get closer to being alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We fear, we feel sad, we cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubez, we'll miss you for the two years you'll be gone.&lt;br /&gt;Two years will past fast.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope our friendship will last longer than that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad, Desiree! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-4548901603011432054?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4548901603011432054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=4548901603011432054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4548901603011432054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4548901603011432054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/pick-daisies-fine.html' title='Pick the daisies fine'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-8578034204775360566</id><published>2009-08-07T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:56:18.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SR ODAC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><title type='text'>Blue birds fly</title><content type='html'>Since today's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanksgiving day&lt;/span&gt; for SR, I shall blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so, pictures first, since we haven't had them in eons.&lt;br /&gt;But pardon the horrible quality cos of my unintentional, uncountable smashes on the ground my phone has endured. 8mp become dno vhad. Kay, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW lessons are awesome cos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxQHLrC4aI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/5QiHjkkPh6E/s1600-h/P27-07-09_13.25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367252940241428898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxQHLrC4aI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/5QiHjkkPh6E/s400/P27-07-09_13.25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there're lotsa jokes and fooood! (that the other groups always like to kope until MrsT can't stand it.) Oh yeah and that's pingsee, blatantly munching away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Japanese cemetery&lt;/span&gt; for Chinese!! Seriously man, we all thought TXD was pulling our legs, until I found out other classes were going too. Damn cool, cos the cemetery is pretty near our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't spooky at all though. Maybe cos we were in a group and it was in broad daylight.&lt;br /&gt;But look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smokeyyyy. Spoooookkkkyyyyy..And banana treeeee...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxQGskM4dI/AAAAAAAAB2I/ueF5fdMnxbU/s1600-h/P03-08-09_09.16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367252931891225042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxQGskM4dI/AAAAAAAAB2I/ueF5fdMnxbU/s400/P03-08-09_09.16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nah, just some guy spraying insecticide or vhadever. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. Blur. Would otherwise be a rather pwetty picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxQFgYHhLI/AAAAAAAAB2A/de4PD7t7QmQ/s1600-h/P03-08-09_09.13%5B03%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367252911439447218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxQFgYHhLI/AAAAAAAAB2A/de4PD7t7QmQ/s400/P03-08-09_09.13%5B03%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and ghost. I mean, ghost and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxQExLNdxI/AAAAAAAAB1w/rxmuPRU3xKM/s1600-h/P03-08-09_09.13%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367252898768844562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxQExLNdxI/AAAAAAAAB1w/rxmuPRU3xKM/s400/P03-08-09_09.13%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest I took with my abused phone camera:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxPQ67nRII/AAAAAAAAB1o/FF6U3BKhhQY/s1600-h/P03-08-09_09.13%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367252008034583682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxPQ67nRII/AAAAAAAAB1o/FF6U3BKhhQY/s400/P03-08-09_09.13%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxPQbEqiHI/AAAAAAAAB1g/Oew2WRIQF7Y/s1600-h/P03-08-09_09.13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367251999482611826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxPQbEqiHI/AAAAAAAAB1g/Oew2WRIQF7Y/s400/P03-08-09_09.13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was road marshall for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WILL walk.&lt;/span&gt; Morning sun, absolutely an understated view thanks to, for the millionth time, my horrible phone cam. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxPPxA1AVI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/ERem5x-odiI/s1600-h/P01-08-09_07.30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367251988192231762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxPPxA1AVI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/ERem5x-odiI/s400/P01-08-09_07.30.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Photography class today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Managed a macro. But still crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homework? Take at least one photo, theme is Colours; the topic I was betting on a minute before he announced it. Classic theme for beginners. Boring like SHIT,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxPPgQEZ2I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/sxyS46bXC9w/s1600-h/P07-08-09_09.50%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367251983692752738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxPPgQEZ2I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/sxyS46bXC9w/s400/P07-08-09_09.50%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were somewhat supposed to wear 'home clothes' today (note the quotation marks cos I believe no one would actually wear what they really do wear at home to school). So when I was passing by the bustop, all the way to the school gate in the cab, I went 'SHIT!'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos they were ALL wearing school uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And obviously I wasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I brought my WILL run shirt and fbts. Insightful much! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched a bit of Wolverine on DF's ipod after my cheese prata, then went back to school to help set up the ODAC arcade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suck at DDR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHHAA neh-mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was cashier for the day, which is pretty much the worst job I can ever get cos I suck (even more than DDR) at handling money and well, anything accounts-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised I didn't eat or drink since 11am plus till the booth closed at 5pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madnessssss. Okay lah, one puny cup of drink and one bite of some sausage prata lasted me, but negligible lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't really have time to change also. So I wore my WILL run shirt for the concert. Like so spoilsport like that, since everyone else (almost) changed. Ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concert was somewhat like SAC's.. Miss it so badly. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh, I went to the G.O. to check my BEC exam results, and guess what I saw at the counter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A stack of letters of reminder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my name written on the top-most letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHHAHAA, Ms I-forgot-what said she remembered my name cos I always late. LOL, eh, shan't digress already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I PASSED MY BEC EXAM&lt;/span&gt;! HAHAHHAA OMG YAYYYY! Qualified PE rep. now. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kayaking tomorrow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxPPEUnFtI/AAAAAAAAB1I/a5a9hncnzeU/s1600-h/P07-08-09_11.50.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367251976195610322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxPPEUnFtI/AAAAAAAAB1I/a5a9hncnzeU/s400/P07-08-09_11.50.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Gweedee and Mr Swmall.&lt;/strong&gt; :D We are sho gayzxzx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-8578034204775360566?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8578034204775360566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=8578034204775360566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8578034204775360566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8578034204775360566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/blue-birds-fly.html' title='Blue birds fly'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnxQHLrC4aI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/5QiHjkkPh6E/s72-c/P27-07-09_13.25.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-2636166002545067238</id><published>2009-07-29T22:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:56:18.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SR ODAC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><title type='text'>These places and these faces are getting old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnBkLT33oqI/AAAAAAAAB1A/ZiiFQkxILFU/s1600-h/P17-07-09_15.10%5B02%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363897301674205858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnBkLT33oqI/AAAAAAAAB1A/ZiiFQkxILFU/s400/P17-07-09_15.10%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnBkLFNHKQI/AAAAAAAAB04/S1wjwY7ufGw/s1600-h/P17-07-09_15.12%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363897297736771842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnBkLFNHKQI/AAAAAAAAB04/S1wjwY7ufGw/s400/P17-07-09_15.12%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of hiatus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still been busy, but I had a reflective moment, again. No, not the emo kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll probably bore all you guys to death, like I did today during my superduper atrocious group oral presentation done at the 11th hour, if I put it in words here. Well, the presentation.. 11th hour..like, literally. I reached home at 10pm and rushed it based on the barely-there info from wesley. Got shit from MsKwan, what else. I owe my survival to my suddenly-there wits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, random stuff to summarise my busy-like-never-before term3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Been going home real late every single weekday. Valid school-related reasons, mind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Workload has lightened somewhat by maybe a teeny weeny itsy bitsy bit, so I'm not so much of a sleep-deprived irritated kiddo anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Cos of H1N1, we all have to sit according to index order for every single lecture and lesson. So that means Chrischrischris again, right? But NOOO, rebekah has changed places with me for every tutorial for a very valid reason so I can't blame her. Why I would even wanna blame her is cos I hate, no actually, detest with most passion ever, sitting in between marcus and linda. The stress, omg. Overwhelming. You won't comprehend the inexplicable stifling atmosphere in between those two. And no, not that I detest with that same passion, any one of them. Don't misunderstand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My mind and body is trapped in a vicious weekly cycle, where weird chemicals flow through my body every saturday night, causing highly emotional moments. Scientific or psychological explanations unavailable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Oh right. My MYE results have been addressed by my CT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study plans etc. Teachers always fail to realise we're already struggling to cope with schoolwork, let alone set time aside for studying. Sleep is my priority, not to forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey but, I really love GP. Only subject which results I'm proud of. Cos I'm top 10% of cohort TEEHEE. :D (not like the bottom 5% I am for econs..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I'm learning Viet!!! "Xin chào!" :D&lt;br /&gt;Yay, now I can speak to my Viet aunt and half-viet cousin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Weekends have been spent with DF bro! Watched Hancock at WH's house after the usual studying session last sat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I need to gain weight. ): PE reps should not be underweight, in my opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I ran my WILL run last wednesday, 14km. Somehow 10th round onwards I damn energised. Weird. Ran with Tania, paced each other. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad, some people cheated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I live up to my very much understated nickname of Plasters. Why am I so freaking injury-prone man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I still love SRJC. I've struggled for the longest time ever to get back my freshman enthusiasm and optimism, and I'm a rather content girl right now. Retain if I have to, but I'll always love SRJC, 1A04, and most of all, ODAC. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ODAC has let me grow the most, break the most number of psychological (and some physical) barriers in my life, but it's making me 'one of the boys'. Everytime we go out in a small group the girls all cannot make it, then you see one group of guys, the suddenly one puny girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really tomboy already uh. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; Second warning letter of the year for late-coming. Darnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; Thursdays shall be icecream day for Bijal, Des and I! We've never been so happy running after the icecream man on his bicycle for $1 choc chip icecream with four wafers. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.&lt;/strong&gt; My new econs teacher made me 'stand in the corner' for not being able to draw the darn graph and explain it on the whiteboard. ROFLMAOOL. Recalls beybey's "Sorry uh, I'll have to make you stand in the corner".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughed so hard in the bus with Bij and Des, oh my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on that same day got called to the board again during maths to do a qn cos I was sleeping for like, what, 5 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.&lt;/strong&gt; Road marshall for WILL walk was funny.. Day/ night with WH and DF after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep updating this post cos I'm much too busy to be blogging about individual events in detail. Updates would be in &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-2636166002545067238?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2636166002545067238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=2636166002545067238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2636166002545067238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2636166002545067238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-places-and-these-faces-are.html' title='These places and these faces are getting old'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SnBkLT33oqI/AAAAAAAAB1A/ZiiFQkxILFU/s72-c/P17-07-09_15.10%5B02%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-1382698318278748216</id><published>2009-07-20T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:16:54.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effervescence</title><content type='html'>I'm not that emo anymore. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, not mood swings. I'm really better right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are the official best antidote to depression! Running like a mad dog (in chris' words) is second.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, cos weekends are always times when I spend time with me, myself and only myself, I should just hibernate. Long busrides by myself are the worst man. Please don't make me take the bus home myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel waaaaay better cos I know I can count on my buddies for support, and cos I ran a lot today. I excused myself from doing homework too. So many people thought I fractured my hand. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, by end of year, I really become macho already.&lt;br /&gt;5 times training a week. Really mad dog uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIGHT, BACK TO HIATUS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always create a hiatus within my hiatus, which means making my initial hiatus obsolete. HA, vhad tokin' me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-1382698318278748216?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1382698318278748216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=1382698318278748216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1382698318278748216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/1382698318278748216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/effervescence.html' title='Effervescence'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-5565912184033300710</id><published>2009-07-19T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:30:59.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly me to neverland; I'll find my Peter Pan</title><content type='html'>Please don't ask me about why and what happened to cause the previous post. Getting your attention and making you question me wasn't my intention for posting it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks guys, I really appreciate your concern. (:&lt;br /&gt;I might tell you guys about it when I feel like it. I really will if I do feel like it so please don't ask anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to clarify, 'school' in any post refers to CCA, my GCE (global classroom exprience if you were wondering), remedials, and schoolwork, of course. And I'm pretty much a moody bitch cos I'm sleep-deprived. On an average night, I get 4 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, school also encompasses a large part of my social life. Almost all of it, actually. Cos I haven't got any chance to go beyond that. Too busy. I'm neglecting my friends, I'm neglecting a whole lot of other things and I can never get my priorities right.&lt;br /&gt;And there are times I feel so helplessly ostentatious. I don't want to. I came to JC with the pure intention of making good friends, and to get my Alevel cert. I guess I got way more than I bargained for.&lt;br /&gt;Trouble comes non-stop, the kind I didn't get in SAC, and truth is, I can't do aything about it. I wanna be a guy, and I wanna be gay.&lt;br /&gt;From here, I do not wish to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that I'm starting to lose myself. It's a scary feeling. Like falling into an abyss and not knowing where I would land. I know almost everyone goes through this stage in their life.&lt;br /&gt;But if this is what growing up is about, I wanna stay as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me with a bandage on my hand tmr, it's not a fracture. Don't fret. Just a rather big abrasion from flying off my bike downhill on a rocky slope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-5565912184033300710?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5565912184033300710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=5565912184033300710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5565912184033300710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5565912184033300710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/fly-me-to-neverland-ill-find-my-peter.html' title='Fly me to neverland; I&apos;ll find my Peter Pan'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-5623584532808855874</id><published>2009-07-18T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:50:52.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'>Break my fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just came back from ODAC Ubin cycling. Casualty, yes. Monday you guys shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I’m not gonna blog about that. Yet. Cos I have to rant; vent out my feelings somewhere. Read or not, your choice entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just when I thought things were starting to sort themselves out and I stopped being emo, everything has to come back like a wave that retreated and came back to hit my shore harder than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, sorry; emo week ain’t over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel so complex. No no, wait, I mean, I feel too simple to handle the complexity of what’s going on around me, what’s happening to me. So many things, I don’t know how to start. I barely know where this post is gonna go, where it’s gonna take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m confused. I’m struggling to keep my cool amidst the pressures of school, and I can’t. I try too hard to balance out my social and academic life. But because school is stealing every hour of daylight from me, I subconsciously and semi-deludingly fight to get the equal amount of time with friends. Obviously I haven’t been able to do so, and obviously I can’t. Not even half of it. It’s a need. I’m human; I have my needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I’m breaking down. Not meeting my needs is robbing me of my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People who have been with me for quite some time would probably think I’m much stronger emotionally and physically than what my physical size denotes. I was. I really was, but not now. My insides are shattering to pieces, beyond recognition. None of my friends, not even the closest ones, have seen me break down in tears. And I mean genuine tears from genuine emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m putting on a strong front. My smiles now are part of a facade. Some of them, not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s true I’m unafraid of many things. I don’t cry over physical pain. ODAC would’ve known from today. I cry over the most inexplicable, maybe irrational things, and only when I’m alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder why I put on a front. My ego is pretty much like a guy’s somehow. I don’t wanna look weak, I don’t wanna be dependent on guys, I don’t wanna always be the one taken care of. But I can’t hold on much longer. I’ve bottled all my insecurities and emotional confusion far too long and I’m on the verge of exploding. And once I do, I’ve nothing left to sustain me. Nothing left to sustain that front. I’m pushing myself physically because emotionally I’m failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ve kept these tears to myself all these years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I need a shoulder to cry on. To just cry my heart out without having to explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Irony.&lt;br /&gt;The day I was praised for being brave is the day I show how pathetic I really am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-5623584532808855874?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5623584532808855874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=5623584532808855874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5623584532808855874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/5623584532808855874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/break-my-fall.html' title='Break my fall'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-889018068362991590</id><published>2009-07-14T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:42:34.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hiatus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta sort some stuff out.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose emo-week hasn't ended like I intended it to. But I do feel better. Now, I need courage to face something I've been evading for a couple of months now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-889018068362991590?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/889018068362991590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=889018068362991590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/889018068362991590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/889018068362991590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-8483028163993419041</id><published>2009-07-11T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:55:55.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranternobanter'/><title type='text'>The city winks a sleepless eye</title><content type='html'>MJ is still dominating the channels.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind that, actually, after watching them. I realised I listened to a lot of his songs when I was a kid but I never knew they were sung by him. How atrocious was I, HAHA. And his MVs are hilarious, some of them. He totally does egyptian and indian dance, sweeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry guys, if I've been a bit too obvious in my emo-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Stress uh.&lt;br /&gt;Studies and (some of)you-know-what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda's birthday was yesterday, so the whole class (except a few) celebrated it at Pizza Hut. Pris and Rebekah went to buy the cake while we were waiting to be served, then popped up with it! We sang the birthday song as a class, and guess what man,&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Hut's staff decided to play the birthday song for us. HAHAHA classic moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're so sweet aren't we? (:&lt;br /&gt;My birthday every year is depressing. Like I said, the glamorous date is a mere facade, The day itself is a sad one. Until the next, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sick of empty promises; people say they'll celebrate it for me but it's never done. Then again, until the next. Hopeful kiddo here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a brief emo moment everytime we go celebrate someone's birthday. Jealous, I admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of that. I sound pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Speaking of pathetic, I digress again.&lt;br /&gt;That day, Desiree and I decided to take the train. NE line was fine, it was till we switched to the EW line.&lt;br /&gt;Traumatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was crowded, but breathable. Then, at I-forgot-what-station, people started flowing in like a tsunami and desiree and I were pushed away from each other like the fish in the tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;Sardines, if you wanna know what fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygawshh. The train was soooo full, that it delayed at two or three stations for more than half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;Bloddy hell cos I'm claustrophobic. And I was literally gasping for air behind this man with slight BO. And mind you, it ain't that easy cos I'm vertically challenged as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn SMRT.&lt;br /&gt;Damn the peak hours.&lt;br /&gt;Damn the gahmen for trying to bring in MORE people to SG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to yesterday, the day was really short. Ended at 12nn there was no more chinese and fridays are the shortest days of the week. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History lessons are starting to get disturbing. Cos of what MW says. This time was about me and Chris' hotdog pen. omg, freaky. But freakiest was still him describing me that day. Eww? I was stunned man. Like, seriously, stunned. Class would know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school and after Linda's bday lunch, we went back to school to finish up geog before the 5pm deadline, then Des, ZL, Reuben, Niq and I went to Tampines1.&lt;br /&gt;Ate at F.I.S.H. after much indecisiveness. Ambience was awesome but the food not so.. Overwhelming flavour fatigue. Maybe it was my throat infection that killed all my appetite but well, I suppose I'm not really looking forward to eating their fried mediterranean fish again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanged around a bit, then Niq wanted to go to Toys R'Us and that's where the best part of the day took place.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA OHMYGAWSH, I HAFTA LAUGH WHENEVER I THINK ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;I shall wait for Des to send me the pic so I can better explain.&lt;br /&gt;Funnyyyy ttm! All of us laughed so darn hard. Ahh, ZL is a joke man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this post is wordy and so-not-entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna blame it on the thing that's bugging my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Back to emo-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-8483028163993419041?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8483028163993419041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=8483028163993419041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8483028163993419041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/8483028163993419041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/city-winks-sleepless-eye.html' title='The city winks a sleepless eye'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-3214902695529006779</id><published>2009-07-07T20:05:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:36:21.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was I out of line?</title><content type='html'>Today was my Alevels Chinese oral exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not I just found out yesterday when Des msged me about it. Like, wtp, I know. Oh well. Screwed it like nobody's business, and the most commonly used word (or sound rather) was 'uh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I am suddenly linguistically-challenged in my mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WON'T HAVE TO SPEAK IT ANYMORE NOW, YAYYYYYY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Samantha, haha, she migrated to Aus and she's back to visit. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODAC briefing. I'm going kayaking! Wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&lt;br /&gt;my appalling rank points have not jolted me back to reality, and the past days have not been productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie marathon was awesomeeeeee, died at 4am plus halfway through The Ring 2 though. ):&lt;br /&gt;Will have Incredible Tales one with DF next hols, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night/ Sunday was hibernation. 13hour beauty sleep. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was supposed ODAC lunch at Azhar's dad's restaurant but no one replied. I've been living in denial thinking that all ODACians are as 'on', I guess..&lt;br /&gt;So it was just study session. With DF again. EE. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what homework I have. But I know it's.. well, idk, but 'a lot' would be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOH, AND MY MSN'S WORKING AGAIN! MIRACLE!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:26;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Happy Birthday DF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treat you to taohuay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-3214902695529006779?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3214902695529006779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=3214902695529006779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/3214902695529006779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/3214902695529006779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/was-i-out-of-line.html' title='Was I out of line?'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-4044376169753524287</id><published>2009-07-03T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:27:49.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now is a neverending thing</title><content type='html'>End of my 3 day MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my first proper day at school was pretty okay, survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eh, MY RANKING POINTS DOUBLE DIGIT EH!&lt;br /&gt;Did I study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I did (attempt to), on the day itself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would U everything, which I did, but YAY for my GP! And Chinese. Language is all I'm capable of (passing), I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got top in class for econs though. From the bottom. (Either that or second " ).&lt;br /&gt;No surprise there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat infection is still lingering, though I just finished my meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOVIE MARATHON LATER! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking; fail everything still go watch movies.&lt;br /&gt;If I were to stay at home, it wouldn't do me any good anyway. I forgot how to study, so I can't.&lt;br /&gt;So whatcha gonna do bout that, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-4044376169753524287?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4044376169753524287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=4044376169753524287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4044376169753524287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4044376169753524287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-is-neverending-thing.html' title='Now is a neverending thing'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-4538385860082578588</id><published>2009-06-29T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:21:16.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted</title><content type='html'>Oh right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know MJ passed away (may his soul rest in peace), but really, I can't stand hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;Speak of people who insult him when he was alive, then 'mourn' his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another group of people,&lt;br /&gt;who disgust me so deeply that I do not have the heart to type their story (cos I'm eating my dinner right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, got that off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Beneath today.&lt;br /&gt;Awesomeeee. Love the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American thrillers are the best. They don't resort to the unknown (supernatural and such).&lt;br /&gt;They believe humans are far more terrifying than what perhaps is myth in reality.&lt;br /&gt;My sentiments exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I love the way they play with human psyches.&lt;br /&gt;Ingenious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-4538385860082578588?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4538385860082578588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=4538385860082578588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4538385860082578588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4538385860082578588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/twisted.html' title='Twisted'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-4452930209071735651</id><published>2009-06-24T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:32:43.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising the ransoms</title><content type='html'>Okay, throat infection.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone fund me to go remove my tonsils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know I've been MIA for the past days and sad to say there is no way I can make up for it. As in blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm a sick child and I do not feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, excuses, excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I shall be nice and at least note the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday,&lt;br /&gt;*GASP*&lt;br /&gt;*bimbotically* SHOPPINGGGGG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, with Des and Van. Didn't buy anything much, but I bought my Dorothy Perkins shoesss!! Yay, I actually wanted Fred Perry but I budget uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Joy! At Cotton On. Ahh miss the days where Dewaine and I went shopping after school almost everyday in our school u. Fun ttm! I appreciate them so darn much now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Dhoby Ghaut to meet the rest for dinner at Aston's!&lt;br /&gt;Des, PS, ZL, Reub, Nic, VINCCI! And I, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Miss her loads! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is gonna sound bloddy sinful, but, well, I didn't finish my food. Lemon lime chicken. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid throat kills appetite much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of us went to hang around Esplanade after Vincci left, thought I could get more ghost stories from Nic, but nah. Had lame jokes instead, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at about midnight. My parents keep thinking I got a bf. EE. As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was impromtu study session at Hougang macs.&lt;br /&gt;There was YY, Daniel, Melissa, Jovan and Jovan's two girl friends (Note the space. I'm unassuming.)&lt;br /&gt;Okay actually I only knew YY and Jovan at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Productive! Kind of. HAHA Did my econs tutorial book. A couple of pages only but better than none. If I'd stayed home I'd get NOTHING done. Serious. I need discipline in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Am I a capricorn or not? I believe I was born under the wrong sign. I never believed in horoscopes anyway. Poppycock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home kinda late again.&lt;br /&gt;I think I saw someone I didn't wanna see in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I only saw the back view. The hair. The specs. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, not worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, eeyuck.&lt;br /&gt;Masks that the school gives stinkssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-4452930209071735651?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4452930209071735651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=4452930209071735651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4452930209071735651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4452930209071735651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/raising-ransoms.html' title='Raising the ransoms'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-2768491352415012009</id><published>2009-06-24T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:54:38.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><title type='text'>Disco stick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEWARE! H1N1 KIDDO BLOGGING HERE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawh, just being childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have the symptoms. Runny nose, cough, sore throat, fever.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it could be throat infection. AGAIN. If it really is, then it's the fourth time since last year. Screw my tonsils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, got sent home from school. Weird thermometer. Either that or weird me, to have such fluctuating temperatures. From 37.2 to 37.7 to 37.4 to 38.5 to 38.1degC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, BRB, gonna see the doc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-2768491352415012009?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2768491352415012009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=2768491352415012009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2768491352415012009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2768491352415012009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/disco-stick.html' title='Disco stick'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-2648005842560596889</id><published>2009-06-24T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:57:56.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Castaway</title><content type='html'>You have absolutely no idea what time I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try almost 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 2am so you can do the math yourself.&lt;br /&gt;My gawshh. I'm worse than a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my MSN isn't working, but if you see me online, it's actually not me but my dad cos it's auto login to my account on his comp (oops, my bad). SO DON'T TALK TO ME IF I'M 'ONLINE'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I give you the green light, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch this space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-2648005842560596889?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2648005842560596889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=2648005842560596889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2648005842560596889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2648005842560596889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/castaway.html' title='Castaway'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-4739520002884310890</id><published>2009-06-23T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:39:54.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooly mooly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>I can see you but I can't feel you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;Ignore the previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;Just erratic physical/ emotional behaviour of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;Well actually it was physical, with emotional causes. It was like, an undescribable kind of gravity surrounding it, heavy yet light, a mysterious, inexplicable tension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;I don't even know why I felt that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;But whatever it was, whatever the cause, I felt it again today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; was school again, for LaoCai meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Found out our groupings, but sorry YY and Jovan, I didn't manage to catch yours. I did manage to find out the people in Nic's though. COS HE'S IN MY GROUP, YAY. Someone I know, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other people in my group are awesome too! 3 girls and 3 guys, including me. HAHA I got 2 girlfriends for the trip, yay. I don't know the other girl, though. She didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, so, we played a couple of ice-breakers, and I spazzed a lot when it came to the Husband and Wife game. My reflexes too quick uh. Until I got mistaken for a touch rugger, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bloddy concentration game. My brain has some kinda natural repulsion with numbers. So I lost like trice and had to do a forfeit. Had to ask a random guy in the school for his number, and make him write it on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloddy hell, I got my first rejection.&lt;br /&gt;I had to go:&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I think you're cute, can I have your number?"&lt;br /&gt;And he asked if I was serious. And he laughed. And his friends laughed. And THEN,&lt;br /&gt;"Can I say no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like swearing. Gawsshhh, first time ask people for number and get rejected! But anyway he scribbled a fake one in the end uh. And after asking, I realised he looked damn familiar. He was from soccer and I think he was the one who gave Nic and I the evilgrins in the bus that night.&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Soccer boy.&lt;br /&gt;One soccer boy knows one thing, the whole team knows.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawsshh, what thepoop did I get myself into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh but it was quite a funny experience. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; was movie marathon at Jovan's house! Horror movies/ thrillers, to be exact. TEE HEE.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much a last-minute decision, so it was just YY, Jovan, VanT and I. Watched Cry Wolf, Halloween, and Dance of the Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry Wolf&lt;/strong&gt; got me a bit lost, but it was pretty cool. 3/5 stars. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween&lt;/strong&gt; was all gore, violence, a bit of sex (where YY and I hid under Jovan's tweety bird blanket cos we are innocent kiddos). Intriguing psychopath plot though. I remembered the ending man! Watched it when switching channels on cable tv. Probably was the censored version though.. idk.. hard to tell from the last 5 mins. 4/5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;For the thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dance of the Dead&lt;/strong&gt; was just shitass lame but with a couple of redeeming scenes. Horror comedy, what can I expect? Oh well, 2.5/ 5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the first 5 mins of &lt;strong&gt;Dawn of the Dead&lt;/strong&gt; too, but they wanted to change movie, so didn't continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempted to study but hell, I have absolutely no discipline. Ugh. Unproductive!!&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think, how the eff am I gonna go through JC like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys went to play a bit of bball, ate macs, then they cabbed to AMK, then YY and I to hougang and I took the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate long bus rides alone.&lt;br /&gt;There'll always be a point where I'll start feeling that funny thing with my heart again and start tearing and looking like I just broke up or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No idea what's wrong with me these days.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have a crush. Goodness. Screw those chemicals in my body. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-4739520002884310890?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4739520002884310890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=4739520002884310890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4739520002884310890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4739520002884310890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-see-you-but-i-cant-feel-you.html' title='I can see you but I can&apos;t feel you'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-7549808893873694714</id><published>2009-06-21T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:59:40.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>Sometimes,</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart feels funny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&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/29165418-7549808893873694714?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7549808893873694714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=7549808893873694714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7549808893873694714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/7549808893873694714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes,'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-445595639971041407</id><published>2009-06-21T15:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:54:26.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SR ODAC'/><title type='text'>She wears high heels, I wear sneakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Sj3m2hPvINI/AAAAAAAAB0w/fJGtJI92x7k/s1600-h/P21-06-09_12.45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349685756697714898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Sj3m2hPvINI/AAAAAAAAB0w/fJGtJI92x7k/s400/P21-06-09_12.45.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; A little blur, but here's my slightly faded henna drawn by Reuben! (I shall ask him to take a pic of the one I drew for him) And this looks like some national day design, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Sj3m2fvKGWI/AAAAAAAAB0o/LsEG7S1R9Q8/s1600-h/LOLgame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349685756292634978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Sj3m2fvKGWI/AAAAAAAAB0o/LsEG7S1R9Q8/s400/LOLgame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OWNED YY TWICE outta three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturdays are awesome. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up early to go ECP for ODAC cycling! Unofficial one uh. Only for noobs, HAHAHA, shh, don't laugh. And somehow the noob team only consisted of girls. Namely me, Jessica, VanessaT and Shah. But Shah didn't go. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YS, YY and Nick were there to train us. And YAY, I didn't get hurt at all! But it's only ECP.. not Ubin.. Oh my. I'm hate upslopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, YY and I slacked at macs for a while and I was the only one who ate. YY wasn't feeling too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally watched Dane Cook, and he's one sick dude, HAHA. He totally acted out a sex scene lah, gross. YY, now I know what you always watch uh. But the condom fairy laugh was epic as hell, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and YY and I bus-ed to bedok inter, watched another comedian (but seriously, Russell Peters wins any of them hands-down), then HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at the comp before going to Desiree's church for some event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was given a white rose, so sweet. How did the person know I wanted the white one? HAHA. And don't get the wrong idea, eveyone was given one. :D Almost everyone, actually. ZL, Reuben and ZL's friend didn't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly Desiree's church friends recognised me! I probably met them once only, and forgot most of them.. &gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh oh, and I saw more SR people there! Like Rubez, Tania and Gabriel. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, it was pretty awesome stuff, with the game, the henna (got complimented while I was drawing for people, HAHA YAY), and the live gig and mocktails. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I left my white rose there.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I took good memories home. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-445595639971041407?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/445595639971041407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=445595639971041407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/445595639971041407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/445595639971041407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-wears-high-heels-i-wear-sneakers.html' title='She wears high heels, I wear sneakers'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/Sj3m2hPvINI/AAAAAAAAB0w/fJGtJI92x7k/s72-c/P21-06-09_12.45.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-4458028563308515157</id><published>2009-06-21T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:54:26.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SR ODAC'/><title type='text'>What you're lookin' for has been here the whole time</title><content type='html'>YAY, I GOT TIME TO BLOG NOW! I've been busier than any bee, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from &lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Second day at Pulau Hantu, to complete 3rd and 4th dive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say the snorkelling part was the best. Saw many corals (live ones this time) and fish! The others said they saw a really big stingray but I didn't. Ahh, no fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a runnynose from the 3rd dive and I was having problems equalizing during the 4th dive so I kinda wasted quite a bit of time going up and going down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHEEE! I got my license after the 4th dive! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry jz! You'll get yours soon too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I'm gonna miss having a whole boat to us and only us. Oh wait, the boat crew too. Super lux, the yacht club washroom is super lux tooooo. Got hairdryer, HAHA. *inside joke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, this time for the second day, I did remember to bring extra clothes, but forgot to bring plastic bag to keep my wet clothes. Gawshh, goldfish memoryyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, VanessaT, Claris, Sky, Reg and I went to Harbourfront to eat, at Vivo's BK. (On the bus there we passed by Haw Par Villa!! Exciting much!)&lt;br /&gt;Been years since I touched that bbq turkey bacon burger. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;They all ate so fast, kay actually it was me who was slow, so they had to wait for me. I felt so bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODAC dinner, for 20th, 21st and 22nd batch. So few people went.. but was pretty awesome. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 22nd batch only MX, Jessica, VanessaC, YY and I went. It was a seafood buffet and I'm not that fond of eating things with shells but I ate quite a lot anyway. Alternatives. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our table was major gossip session or something. I kept getting lost cos it was moving too fast, LOL. MsLiu is soo into our gossips too man! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a couple of pics and it's all on facebook, I think. (:&lt;br /&gt;Train-ed home with a couple of the seniors and MX, told a ghost story, and did my survival night walk from Tanah Merah to my haunted block, HAHHAHA. I'm weird about the supernatural, like I was telling MX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog about last night on the next post! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-4458028563308515157?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4458028563308515157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=4458028563308515157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4458028563308515157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/4458028563308515157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-youre-lookin-for-has-been-here.html' title='What you&apos;re lookin&apos; for has been here the whole time'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-3035175812793663072</id><published>2009-06-18T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:16:12.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SR ODAC'/><title type='text'>Victory cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm finally a scuba diver!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Certified by PADI, mind you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY, HAHAHAHHAA, I'm so happy that I can't find an adjective that accurately describes my happiness so let's take it that I'm 100000x more than happy, AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;*big grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-3035175812793663072?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3035175812793663072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=3035175812793663072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/3035175812793663072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/3035175812793663072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/victory-cry.html' title='Victory cry'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29165418.post-2209490964117669879</id><published>2009-06-17T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:16:12.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SR ODAC'/><title type='text'>Speeding over highways</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SjjSujRIuCI/AAAAAAAAB0g/trFuCEO45lg/s1600-h/P17-06-09_1754-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348256254685394978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SjjSujRIuCI/AAAAAAAAB0g/trFuCEO45lg/s200/P17-06-09_1754-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pulau Hantu has sucky waters and dead corals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;the scuba experience itself was gratifying enough. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, really, pretty much the same as the pool sessions except with murky water and much deeper water, and well, a totally different and new environment. Those factors actually give so much excitement and suspense while on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall skip to the best part of the day;&lt;br /&gt;We just completed our surface skills, then my instructor went,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You were a non-swimmer right?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;You are the best swimmer of today! Congratulations!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I was swelling so much with glory that I would've floated even without&lt;br /&gt;my BCD. ((: TEE HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, I do stupid things on a daily basis. This time, I forgot to bring EXTRA clothes. So I resorted to borrowing Claris' shirt, which is pretty big, haha. But it's comfy.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the female changing room was undergoing some kinda repairs. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for so long just for cold water, which we were so thankful for at that point of time. HAHA, how desperate were we.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took an excruciating hour and a half bus ride home, from the west back to the east. I was tryna catch some sleep when this group of rowdy malay boys came in and made a bloddy ruckus. NON-STOP one. A whole damn entourage of them manz. I get that a lot in busrides. So parents, (not being racist but it really seems that it's coming more from the Malays), be not afraid of whacking your kids when they're still young so they know what discipline means. Really. Russell Peters has reiterated my point too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pulau Hantu again tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow the excitement's gone..Oh no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29165418-2209490964117669879?l=oh-thats-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2209490964117669879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29165418&amp;postID=2209490964117669879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2209490964117669879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29165418/posts/default/2209490964117669879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oh-thats-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/speeding-over-highways.html' title='Speeding over highways'/><author><name>Constance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14025236678990901095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SzeB43iD0nI/AAAAAAAAB6A/a9b-jCmCu54/S220/P04-06-09_15.59.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MlPzViA6Vok/SjjSujRIuCI/AAAAAAAAB0g/trFuCEO45lg/s72-c/P17-06-09_1754-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
